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¸.•´✶Riding The Edge.•´✶
(A Satan’s Knights Novel)
by Janine Infante Bosco
Publication Date: August 21, 2018
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Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense
by Janine Infante Bosco
Publication Date: August 21, 2018
#RidingTheEdge #fightingstrong #SatansknightsMc #JanineInfanteBosco
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense
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Riding The Edge
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Models: Darrin James Dedmon and Michelle Lynn McLeod
Photographer: JW Photography
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.•´✶Blurb¸.•´✶
Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life,
something extraordinary comes along that knocks you on your ass...
“Wolf”
I’m a simple man with simple values. You either love me or you hate me, but the ones who need me, always got me. I’m the self-proclaimed Wolf of the Satan’s Knights MC, the beast who will fight his way out of any dark alley to defend your honor. The brother you call upon when you’ve lost your faith in humanity.
However, secrets and lies are the cancer of a man’s soul. Exposed, they will eat away all that is good and leave nothing but destruction in their wake. They’ll prove the best intentions sometimes fail and leave you questioning your life’s choices.
Now, searching for a purpose, I find myself facing the ride of my existence with a woman just as jaded as me. As she fights the biggest battle of her life, I want to be the man who stands by her side. The man who ain’t afraid to ride the edge of misery because he knows there is something beautiful on the other side…
I’m a simple man with simple values. You either love me or you hate me, but the ones who need me, always got me. I’m the self-proclaimed Wolf of the Satan’s Knights MC, the beast who will fight his way out of any dark alley to defend your honor. The brother you call upon when you’ve lost your faith in humanity.
However, secrets and lies are the cancer of a man’s soul. Exposed, they will eat away all that is good and leave nothing but destruction in their wake. They’ll prove the best intentions sometimes fail and leave you questioning your life’s choices.
Now, searching for a purpose, I find myself facing the ride of my existence with a woman just as jaded as me. As she fights the biggest battle of her life, I want to be the man who stands by her side. The man who ain’t afraid to ride the edge of misery because he knows there is something beautiful on the other side…
“Maria”
I’ve prevailed against the mob, a deadbeat ex-husband and the woes of being a single mother. While someone else may have wished for a different life, I believe I’m stronger for everything I’ve endured. I’m someone who speaks her mind and fights for what is right. A woman who will smack you upside the head with a frying pan and ask questions later.
Terrified of love, I’m an otherwise fearless woman.
Until a doctor solemnly diagnoses me and my strength falters.
Now as fear engulfs me, an unexpected man dressed in leather, holds out his hand.
As a woman who never needed anyone, I suddenly need him.
His assurance.
His strength.
His love
I’ve prevailed against the mob, a deadbeat ex-husband and the woes of being a single mother. While someone else may have wished for a different life, I believe I’m stronger for everything I’ve endured. I’m someone who speaks her mind and fights for what is right. A woman who will smack you upside the head with a frying pan and ask questions later.
Terrified of love, I’m an otherwise fearless woman.
Until a doctor solemnly diagnoses me and my strength falters.
Now as fear engulfs me, an unexpected man dressed in leather, holds out his hand.
As a woman who never needed anyone, I suddenly need him.
His assurance.
His strength.
His love
***NOTE: Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, offensive language,
and mature topics. Not recommended for people under the age of 18***
.•´✶#EXCERPT¸.•´✶
Riding the Edge (A Satan’s Knights Novel)
© Copyright 2018 All Rights Reserved by Janine Infante Bosco.
I was having an out of body experience. That’s the only logical explanation as to why I was lying in bed with Al, eating Chinese food out of paper cartons. I didn’t even argue when he suggested we nix the silverware and try our luck with chopsticks. Of course, I was worried about staining the sheets—duck sauce is a bitch to get out, but I bit my tongue and threw caution to the wind. In theory, I suppose it’s a greater expense to live with regrets than to buy a new set of ivory sheets.
Everyone should have one messy meal in their bed with an incredibly sexy man.
Put that on your bucket list and make sure you check it off.
I promise it’ll be worth it.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, drawing my attention to him. Sprawled out on my bed, with his back propped against the headboard, I stare at him and marvel over how he fits. Tattoos, beard and all, he belongs right here with me, lounging against my satin sheets, plucking General Tso’s chicken from a takeaway carton.
“You’re breaking all my rules,” I say finally, lifting my eyes to his.
“Rules are meant to be broken, Lady,” he points out, popping the piece of chicken into his mouth.
“Yeah, I guess they are,” I agree, taking a bite of my egg roll.
If you’re going to live it up and eat in bed, you might as well eat one of the messiest foods.
“I have to head out soon,” he begins, placing the carton on the nightstand. “Got some shit with my kid I need to deal with,” he grunts, looking off into space. Though his beard covers most of his face, I can still make out the twitch in his jaw.
“Is everything okay?”
“Nico’s decided he’s going to join a club.”
“I’m going to assume he’s not joining Oprah’s book club.”
He snaps his eyes back to me and I shrug innocently, taking another bite of my egg eggroll.
“Nice to see you feeling better,” he mumbles. With my mouthful, I can’t help but laugh as he winds a strand of my hair around his finger. “To answer your question, no; Nico’s not looking to join Oprah on her crusade to recruit readers around the globe.” Bypassing the fact I’m super impressed he knows anything at all about Oprah and her international book club, I focus on what he’s sharing.
“Well, if he’s going to join a club wouldn’t it make sense for it to be the Satan’s Knights?”
“He’s not joining shit,” he growls. “I didn’t spend his whole life keeping my distance just so he can follow in my footsteps, anyway.”
“You sound like you have regrets.”
“Don’t we all?” he replies, releasing the piece of hair he was toying with. “It comes with the sentence.”
“I suppose but if we learn from our regrets doesn’t that change the game?”
“Sometimes we wake up too late,” he says, tucking my hair behind my ear. “You learn from yours, Lady?”
“I like to think so,” I reply, contemplating if there is truth to my answer.
If I look back on my regrets, I’d say choosing bad men is at the top of the list. I’d like to say I broke the cycle after my husband but through the years, I’ve repeated the same mistake. I gave my time to men who were undeserving. I trusted the untrustworthy and fell for the ones I always thought I could fix. It wasn’t until recently that I realized my worth.
Anthony thinks I allowed Lenny to take advantage of me. He thinks I lent him that money because I was blinded by love. He doesn’t know Lenny didn’t ask for the money or that I gave the money with no intention of ever being paid. Lenny’s son was an addict and he couldn’t afford to help him into rehab. It didn’t matter that we dated a while back that had nothing to do with why I helped him. I did it because if it was me in that situation, I would want someone to show me the same kindness.
“Name one,” Al challenges.
“I’m not the first woman to love a bad man once or twice in a lifetime but, I learned I can’t fix the broken,” I admit, cocking my head to the side. A smile spreads across my lips as I stare at him. “And, I’m better for it.”
“That right?” he murmurs. His gaze falls to my lips. “How do you figure?”
“Well for one, it makes it easy to appreciate the good man sitting next to me now.”
“I’m not a good man, Lady.”
“Don’t short yourself, Al,” I whisper. “You wouldn’t be here with me if you weren’t.”
“Then, maybe I’m better for it too,” he says. Touching his large hand to my cheek, he brings me closer to him and presses his lips to mine. As brief of a kiss as it is, there’s power behind it. It consumes my mind, body, and soul and when it’s over when his mouth leaves mine, I feel the loss in my bones. Never…
Never in my life have I felt that.
I should probably add that to my list of regrets, but I suppose it’s better to feel something late in life, than to never feel it at all. Suddenly, the air becomes thick and I find myself needing to change the subject. I place the half-eaten egg roll in the wrapper and drop it on the nightstand. Taking a paper towel, I wipe my hands and turn back to Al.
“What are you going to do about Nico?”
“What I do best,” he answers vaguely. Stretching his arms over his head, he tosses his legs over the side of the mattress. “I’m going to clean this mess and get a move on. I’ll grab your car first.” “It’s okay, I can get it tomorrow on my way to work.”
“Didn’t I tell you back at the hospital that I’d handle your car?”
“Well, yes but—”
“But, nothing. When I say I’m going to do something, Lady, I do it.”
Have I mentioned, he always needs to have the last word—I bet that’s another reason they call him Wolf. He’s also very attentive—something, I never quite pegged him to be. Collecting the remnants of our meal, he shoves everything into the delivery bag until there is no trace of our scandalous bed-eating. He moves to my side and glances at my chest. After he dressed me in my nightgown and gave me a bag of frozen peas to put on my breast, neither of us mentioned the biopsy or the meltdown that occurred afterward. I was beginning to realize Al was my favorite distraction and quite possibly the best medicine for a woman in my situation. Another scary thought for someone as jaded as me.
“Do you need anything before I go?”
“No,” I say with a smile. “You’re off duty,” I tease.
His lips work into a thin line as he crosses his arms against his chest.
“You’re not a job, Maria.”
“I know that,” I say softly. “All I meant is that you’ve been great today. You gave me everything I needed without me even knowing I needed it.”
Reaching behind him, he cups the back of his neck and nods uncomfortably.
“I haven’t asked questions because I don’t want to make you upset,” he reveals, meeting my gaze. “That don’t mean I don’t got any.”
“I told you everything I know.”
“Right,” he nods again. Cocking his head to the side, he blows out a ragged breath. “I know this thing between us is new and unexpected but like I said before, I’m here. Whether you need a partner or a friend, I’ll be here if it’s nothing and I’ll be here if it’s something.”
“A partner?”
“I don’t know why you date at forty-eight years old but, I know why I do.”
“Al,” I whisper, pausing. “I’m too old for a fairytale.”
“Don’t know if you’ve taken a good look at me, darlin’, but I’m not exactly prince-fucking-charming,” he replies, taking a seat on the edge of my bed. “We both got busy lives and misfits for kids…”
Drawing my hand to my face, I cover my mouth and mask the smile.
“But you give this thing between us a shot and I promise you won’t regret it. You’ll never doubt we were worth the wait,” he murmurs.
“You sound sure of yourself.”
“The first draft of anything is usually shit,” he replies, taking my hand. Lacing our fingers together, he dips his head and brushes his lips over my knuckles. “Turns out, I learned from my regrets too, Lady. I’m ready to write one fuck of an ending on this story.”
Riding the Edge (A Satan’s Knights Novel)
© Copyright 2018 All Rights Reserved by Janine Infante Bosco.
I was having an out of body experience. That’s the only logical explanation as to why I was lying in bed with Al, eating Chinese food out of paper cartons. I didn’t even argue when he suggested we nix the silverware and try our luck with chopsticks. Of course, I was worried about staining the sheets—duck sauce is a bitch to get out, but I bit my tongue and threw caution to the wind. In theory, I suppose it’s a greater expense to live with regrets than to buy a new set of ivory sheets.
Everyone should have one messy meal in their bed with an incredibly sexy man.
Put that on your bucket list and make sure you check it off.
I promise it’ll be worth it.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, drawing my attention to him. Sprawled out on my bed, with his back propped against the headboard, I stare at him and marvel over how he fits. Tattoos, beard and all, he belongs right here with me, lounging against my satin sheets, plucking General Tso’s chicken from a takeaway carton.
“You’re breaking all my rules,” I say finally, lifting my eyes to his.
“Rules are meant to be broken, Lady,” he points out, popping the piece of chicken into his mouth.
“Yeah, I guess they are,” I agree, taking a bite of my egg roll.
If you’re going to live it up and eat in bed, you might as well eat one of the messiest foods.
“I have to head out soon,” he begins, placing the carton on the nightstand. “Got some shit with my kid I need to deal with,” he grunts, looking off into space. Though his beard covers most of his face, I can still make out the twitch in his jaw.
“Is everything okay?”
“Nico’s decided he’s going to join a club.”
“I’m going to assume he’s not joining Oprah’s book club.”
He snaps his eyes back to me and I shrug innocently, taking another bite of my egg eggroll.
“Nice to see you feeling better,” he mumbles. With my mouthful, I can’t help but laugh as he winds a strand of my hair around his finger. “To answer your question, no; Nico’s not looking to join Oprah on her crusade to recruit readers around the globe.” Bypassing the fact I’m super impressed he knows anything at all about Oprah and her international book club, I focus on what he’s sharing.
“Well, if he’s going to join a club wouldn’t it make sense for it to be the Satan’s Knights?”
“He’s not joining shit,” he growls. “I didn’t spend his whole life keeping my distance just so he can follow in my footsteps, anyway.”
“You sound like you have regrets.”
“Don’t we all?” he replies, releasing the piece of hair he was toying with. “It comes with the sentence.”
“I suppose but if we learn from our regrets doesn’t that change the game?”
“Sometimes we wake up too late,” he says, tucking my hair behind my ear. “You learn from yours, Lady?”
“I like to think so,” I reply, contemplating if there is truth to my answer.
If I look back on my regrets, I’d say choosing bad men is at the top of the list. I’d like to say I broke the cycle after my husband but through the years, I’ve repeated the same mistake. I gave my time to men who were undeserving. I trusted the untrustworthy and fell for the ones I always thought I could fix. It wasn’t until recently that I realized my worth.
Anthony thinks I allowed Lenny to take advantage of me. He thinks I lent him that money because I was blinded by love. He doesn’t know Lenny didn’t ask for the money or that I gave the money with no intention of ever being paid. Lenny’s son was an addict and he couldn’t afford to help him into rehab. It didn’t matter that we dated a while back that had nothing to do with why I helped him. I did it because if it was me in that situation, I would want someone to show me the same kindness.
“Name one,” Al challenges.
“I’m not the first woman to love a bad man once or twice in a lifetime but, I learned I can’t fix the broken,” I admit, cocking my head to the side. A smile spreads across my lips as I stare at him. “And, I’m better for it.”
“That right?” he murmurs. His gaze falls to my lips. “How do you figure?”
“Well for one, it makes it easy to appreciate the good man sitting next to me now.”
“I’m not a good man, Lady.”
“Don’t short yourself, Al,” I whisper. “You wouldn’t be here with me if you weren’t.”
“Then, maybe I’m better for it too,” he says. Touching his large hand to my cheek, he brings me closer to him and presses his lips to mine. As brief of a kiss as it is, there’s power behind it. It consumes my mind, body, and soul and when it’s over when his mouth leaves mine, I feel the loss in my bones. Never…
Never in my life have I felt that.
I should probably add that to my list of regrets, but I suppose it’s better to feel something late in life, than to never feel it at all. Suddenly, the air becomes thick and I find myself needing to change the subject. I place the half-eaten egg roll in the wrapper and drop it on the nightstand. Taking a paper towel, I wipe my hands and turn back to Al.
“What are you going to do about Nico?”
“What I do best,” he answers vaguely. Stretching his arms over his head, he tosses his legs over the side of the mattress. “I’m going to clean this mess and get a move on. I’ll grab your car first.” “It’s okay, I can get it tomorrow on my way to work.”
“Didn’t I tell you back at the hospital that I’d handle your car?”
“Well, yes but—”
“But, nothing. When I say I’m going to do something, Lady, I do it.”
Have I mentioned, he always needs to have the last word—I bet that’s another reason they call him Wolf. He’s also very attentive—something, I never quite pegged him to be. Collecting the remnants of our meal, he shoves everything into the delivery bag until there is no trace of our scandalous bed-eating. He moves to my side and glances at my chest. After he dressed me in my nightgown and gave me a bag of frozen peas to put on my breast, neither of us mentioned the biopsy or the meltdown that occurred afterward. I was beginning to realize Al was my favorite distraction and quite possibly the best medicine for a woman in my situation. Another scary thought for someone as jaded as me.
“Do you need anything before I go?”
“No,” I say with a smile. “You’re off duty,” I tease.
His lips work into a thin line as he crosses his arms against his chest.
“You’re not a job, Maria.”
“I know that,” I say softly. “All I meant is that you’ve been great today. You gave me everything I needed without me even knowing I needed it.”
Reaching behind him, he cups the back of his neck and nods uncomfortably.
“I haven’t asked questions because I don’t want to make you upset,” he reveals, meeting my gaze. “That don’t mean I don’t got any.”
“I told you everything I know.”
“Right,” he nods again. Cocking his head to the side, he blows out a ragged breath. “I know this thing between us is new and unexpected but like I said before, I’m here. Whether you need a partner or a friend, I’ll be here if it’s nothing and I’ll be here if it’s something.”
“A partner?”
“I don’t know why you date at forty-eight years old but, I know why I do.”
“Al,” I whisper, pausing. “I’m too old for a fairytale.”
“Don’t know if you’ve taken a good look at me, darlin’, but I’m not exactly prince-fucking-charming,” he replies, taking a seat on the edge of my bed. “We both got busy lives and misfits for kids…”
Drawing my hand to my face, I cover my mouth and mask the smile.
“But you give this thing between us a shot and I promise you won’t regret it. You’ll never doubt we were worth the wait,” he murmurs.
“You sound sure of yourself.”
“The first draft of anything is usually shit,” he replies, taking my hand. Lacing our fingers together, he dips his head and brushes his lips over my knuckles. “Turns out, I learned from my regrets too, Lady. I’m ready to write one fuck of an ending on this story.”
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.•´✶ABOUT AUTHOR JANINE INFANTE BOSCO¸.•´✶
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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