Review: DRIFTER, by Janine Infante Bosco Reply

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5 out of 5 Stars

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Review:
This is the first book in the new Nomad Series by Janine Infante Bosco. I have read several books by Ms Bosco and have always enjoyed them and Ms Bosco did not fail to bring it with this new book. This new series seems to be a branch off of the Tempted Series which I truly loved. I was so excited when the MC was the main group in this series. These bad boys work hard, play hard, and most of all love hard. The chemistry between Stryker and Gina is off the charts. They needed each other even tho they did not know it at the time. I can’t wait for the next book in this series. If you like MC books with a touch of organized crime this book is for you. I Highly Recommend this book.
Reviewed by Epiphany
Our Blog was given this book in exchange for an honest review.
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Description:
“Stryker”
I’m a drifter. 
A man born to ride through this world alone.
There used to be a time when I thought I was the rescuing type. I enlisted in the Marines and made it my duty—I was going to save lives.
I was going to be a true American hero.
But God had another plan.
Or maybe Satan did.
For everything I touch finds mortality.
I’m no hero.
I’m nothing.
I’m a veteran biker, a former nomad who survived war only to live in hell.
Now I ride with the Satan’s Knights of Brooklyn and I’m drifting into a different kind of chaos.
The kind that revolves around a pretty girl with intoxicating green eyes.
A girl who has the power to turn me inside out.
A girl who doesn’t need anyone to rescue her because she’s her own savior.
Until she’s not.
But a man plagued by war and the devil inside him can never be her hero.

Gina Spinelli

Strong. Independent. Fierce.
They are the three things I strived to be.
But sometimes being successful can be lonely.
Sometimes a girl just wants to be a girl and have someone take care of her.
Maybe even love her.
Sometimes the strong become vulnerable.
Or worse, the victor becomes the victim.
Sometimes we lose control or in my case it’s stripped from you.
Defeated. Broken. Haunted.
They are the three things I have become.
In my darkest hour I admit defeat.
In my darkest hour I need one person.
I need him.
Stryker.

***NOTE: Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, sensitive subjects, offensive language, and mature topics. Recommended for age 18 years and up. ***

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Excerpt:

Silence.

It engulfs me, provides me with a false sense of security the moment I close my eyes and drags my subconscious into the depths of sleep. But, it’s quickly ripped from me by the sound of plagued screams. A woman shouts with a foreign tongue and though I don’t understand the Afghani language I know beyond a shadow of a doubt she’s yelling for her innocent child to run, to seek shelter and for the man with the laser pointed at the child’s head not to shoot.

I am the man with the sniper rifle.

I am the man perched on a roof, with my finger firmly wrapped around the trigger.

And that bitch just sent her fucking child to play in the sand with a bomb strapped to his back.

For a moment, I want to believe she’s not playing me—that her kid isn’t a ploy in some sick terrorist plot. I ignore the sounds of my men commanding me to take my shot, insisting that time is of the essence and if I don’t do it, I’m betraying my country. I loosen my finger around the trigger and open both my eyes and watch the boy lift a handful of sand through the scope attached to my rifle. He opens his palm and spreads his fingers wide letting the grains of sand fall through them before he looks back at his mother.

She shouts more of that foreign bullshit and I wish I could get my hands on her and slice her tongue from her mouth.

It’s the final thought that crosses my mind before I pull the trigger and watch the boy fall back into the sand as my bullet pierces him between his eyes–innocent eyes that were once wide with wonder now are dull and lifeless.

Sweat beads along my brow and I can feel the bile rise up my throat as I wait. Everything around me fades as I stare at the boy in the sand. I lose myself and question my purpose, my mission, my platoon—everything. The bomb doesn’t go off and I swallow the lump lodged in my throat. I frantically peer into the scope, moving it to the right in search for the mother. I picture the Virgin Mary cradling her lifeless son that was pulled from the cross and wait for the woman dressed in black garb to do the same but she’s nowhere in sight.

Before I can divert my eyes back to the boy the blast erupts robbing me the opportunity to look into his eyes one final time because his head has been blown off his body and the fragments of him are now one with the sand he was playing with.

This is war.

And this is hell.

All that’s left is the sound of my own screams vibrating through my body, deafening as it pounds my eardrums and invades my head.

It’s those very screams that pull me from my sleep night after night and why I’ve given up on getting a full night’s rest, using my bed only to fuck and even that didn’t happen too often.

Until her.

I used to pound my dick into any willing pussy, never bringing them into my bed, believing I didn’t need that false sense of hope that I’m normal when I’ve got a woman wrapped around me, begging to spend the night in my arms after I’ve thoroughly fucked her—only for her to realize I’m fucked in the head when I wake her up screaming like a little bitch.

Yeah, I didn’t need that shit.

Hell, I didn’t want it.

Until her.

But I’ve learned my lesson and I’ve learned it the hard way. It’s the reason I’m sitting in a chair in the corner of a fucking filthy motel—waiting for the sun to rise as I stare at the battered and bruised woman in my bed, when all I want to do is climb in next to her and pull her into my arms—take away her pain and forget mine. I clench my fists and keep them pinned against the arms of the chair as I take in the dried up blood on her naturally pouty lips—lips that skimmed every inch of my body and I crave every night since.

I tear my eyes from her mouth and zero in on her closed eyes—eyes I know are pale green. Eyes once vibrant with life and mischief are now going to be full of torment and fear—when the swelling goes down and she can fucking open them again.

Her long brown hair is splayed across my pillow, matted with blood and knots from being fisted and pulled, leaving her scalp sore and just as bruised as the rest of her. I let my eyes travel the length of her, knowing the body she’s hiding behind her clothes matches her face in color and shame.

A knock sounds on my door and I tear my eyes away from the restless beauty, squirming between my sheets—wishing its pleasure that has her twisting and not torment.

Torment can’t be erased, it can’t be silenced—that shit sticks with you.

It lives inside you and destroys you, fractures your soul and rips your life to shreds.

I may have rescued her tonight but the woman in my bed is as good as dead. Her soul has been taken, chewed up and spit out by the men who attacked her—when she wakes up all she’ll know is grief.

She’ll mourn the life she had and wish the one she’s left with ends.

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The Nomad Series Playlist (DRIFTER)

  1. Here I Go Again by Whitesnake
  2. Free Fallin by Tom Petty
  3. This Life by Curtis Stiger
  4. Messin Around by Pitbull
  5. This Is What You Came Here For by Calvin Harris & Rihanna
  6. Cheap Thrills by Sia & Sean Paul
  7. Sandcastle Disco by Soul Sister
  8. Demons by Imagine Dragons
  9. With You Tonight by Nicky Jam
  10. One Dance by Drake
  11. Unsteady by X Ambassadors
  12. Sweetest Devotion by Adele
  13. Hold Back The River by James Bay
  14. Girl Crush by Little Big Town
  15. Into You by Ariana Grande
  16. Duele El Corazon by Enrique Inglesias
  17. My Kind Of Love By Emeli Sande
  18. Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes
  19. Work From Home by Fifth Harmony
  20. Cold Water by Major Lazer
  21. Take It Out On Me by Florida Georgia Line
  22. Don’t You Remember by Adele
  23. She Aint Right by Lee Brice
  24. Beautiful Every Time by Lee Brice
  25. Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen
  26. Does Anybody Really Fall In Love Anymore by Cher
  27. Girl On Fire by Alicia Keys
  28. Doesn’t Mean Anything by Alicia Keys
  29. Put It In A Love Song by Alicia Keys
  30. How It Feels To Fly by Alicia Keys
  31. Lights Of My Hometown by Brantley Gilbert
  32. State Of My Head by Shinedown
  33. I’m Not A Girl, Not Yet A Woman by Britney Spears
  34. Broken Girl by Matthew West
  35. The Healing Has Begun by Matthew West
  36. Look After You by The Fray
  37. This Woman’s Work by Maxwell
  38. Make Me By Britney Spears
  39. Wild World by Mr. Big
  40. Peter Pan by Kelsea Ballerini
  41. Scars To Your Beautiful by Alessia Cara
  42. Life Is A Highway by Rascal Flatts
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Come Meet Author Janine Infante Bosco & Model Matthew Hosea at “Authors In The City” 3.11.17 in Raleigh, NC!

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Just for fun after you’ve read Drifter and you have found the beautiful in their story take a selfie and tag me! Use hashtag #FindTheBeautiful.  -Author Janine Infante Bosco

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About The Author:

Janine Infante Bosco lives in New York City, she has always loved reading and writing. When she was thirteen, she began to write her own stories and her passion for writing took off as the years went on. At eighteen, she even wrote a full screenplay with dreams of one day becoming a member of the Screen Actors Guild.

Janine writes emotionally charged novels with an emphasis on family bonds, strong willed female characters, and alpha male men who will do anything for the women they love. She loves to interact with fans and fellow avid romance readers like herself.

She is proud of her success as an author and the friendships she’s made in the book community but her greatest accomplishment to date would be her two sons Joseph and Paul.

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