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UNCONTROLLABLE TEMPTATIONS by Janine Infante Bosco Tempted #3 Publication Date: February 9, 2016 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance Uncontrollable Temptations Cover

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Jack “Bulldog” Parrish
Crazy: Mentally deranged, especially as manifested in a wild or aggressive way. I was thirteen when I discovered the definition of the word I’d forever be labeled. Some used it as a figure of speech but for me it was a scar I’d carry through life. Or so I believed until I was diagnosed a manic depressive. I’m the president of the Satan’s Knights Motorcycle Club, a man of power and control. A man with enemies near and far. But the truth, my truth, is my biggest enemy— my mind and I live most of my life with no control whatsoever. I’m just a man who battles his demons, a man destined to live a life full of darkness. Until her. She’s the light beckoning me, calling me home, away from the torment. In a world as dark as the one I live in, sometimes I can’t help but crave Sunshine.
Reina DeCarlo
I was lost, broken and a prisoner of my scars. A shell of the woman I used to be, who didn’t know the difference between living and merely existing. Until a stranger found me, fixed and freed me. He breathed life into my soul, reminding me I was a survivor and still had life to live. My savior is a biker. A man tortured by his own scars. A man broken like me, maybe even a little lost too. I want to be his remedy. I want to heal him. I want to return the favor and be his savior. This is our story, a story neither of us knew how to write until we found each other.


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FORBIDDEN TEMPTATIONS by Janine Infante Bosco Tempted #2 Publication Date: November 10, 2015 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance


SYNOPSIS: Anthony Bianci
Since I was a kid all I ever wanted to be was a gangster. I wanted to be feared, to be respected, and for everyone to know my name. And then she came into my life. I never planned on falling in love with the mob boss’ daughter. She was forbidden but somehow she became mine. She made me crave things I didn’t even know existed and made me forget about the things I thought I wanted. My quest for power faded away and was replaced by my undying love for her. Until reality bit me in the ass and I was sent to prison for three years, doing time for a crime I didn’t commit. Now I’m out and she is creating a life for herself, just like I always wanted for her. Only I’m not a part of that life. I won’t ruin her any more than I already have with my poisonous lifestyle. No matter how tempted I am.
Adrianna Pastore I wanted him from the very first time I laid eyes on him. He was everything to me, my first love and probably my last. Then my father ruined our perfect little life, and he walked away from me. I tried to fight for him, for our love, but he pushed me away. When the love you crave is beautiful, yet forbidden, you can’t help being tempted. So I’ll fight for him. For us. Even if I’m the only one fighting. goodreads-badge-add-38px


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ILLICIT TEMPTATIONS by Janine Infante Bosco Tempted #1 Publication Date: July 28, 2015 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance


SYNOPSIS: Michael Valente... My father was the Underboss of an organized crime family. He was murdered when I was a teenager leaving me broken. My mother died in a tragic accident, her death annihilated me. My life was in shambles until Victor Pastore, one of New York’s most notorious gangsters and my late father’s best friend, recruited me to work for him. Everyone expected me to walk in my father’s shadow, to be the prodigal son, the next big thing to hit the mob. I was torn between filling those expectations and walking the straight line my mother wished I had. Nothing made sense and I felt as if I was just passing through life. The only beacon of light in my otherwise dark world was the one girl that was off limits to me. The one girl who could bring me to my knees consuming my mind, body and soul. She’s the sweetest temptation I’ve ever known and the most illicit. Nikki Pastore.... My father’s a gangster. My boyfriend’s is the king of New York’s nightclubs. I am often labeled as Vic’s daughter or Rico’s girl, never just Nikki. I struggle for people to acknowledge me for the woman I am and not for the men in my life. I’m fighting a losing battle. There is only one person who sees me for me, my Mikey. He’s wild. He’s reckless. He’s hot as hell. He’s completely unattainable, but oh so tempting. goodreads-badge-add-38px


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.


Our eyes lifted simultaneously, glued to one another’s, uncertainty and anticipation pouring from the irises. 
“You made me cherry pie,” I spoke huskily. “Really wanted a taste.”
She swallowed hard, visibly pushing down the lump lodged in her throat.
“Gonna have that taste now,” I warned, lifting my thumb and smearing the cherry filling across her mouth. Her lips were soft as they parted just barely, a soft gasp escaping past them as my thumb worked back and forth. She lifted her hand to my wrist and pulled it away from her mouth. I sensed the change in tides, saw the storm roll over in her eyes and knew she was about to push me away but before she did, I took that fucking taste I came here for.
My mouth crashed over hers, my tongue slipped out of my mouth and lapped at her lips, licking all the filling off her. Reina remained perfectly still, holding my wrist as my lips slowly worked hers. I was drunk and not on cherry pie but on Sunshine. My Sunshine. 
“Fucking delicious,” I grunted, before I took her lower lip between my teeth. Just a nibble.
Just a taste.
She moaned.
And that was it. 
“For every piece of clothing you give me, I’ll give you a piece of my past,” I bargained, crossing my arms against my chest as I stared at her lazily through the glass.
“Your past?” She whispered hoarsely. “Maybe it’s not your past I want.”
“Don’t know how to give you more than that,” I admitted, pushing off the door and moving to stand behind her. I wrapped my arms around her waist, bringing her body against mine and looked at us in the mirror. “Give you what I got, Sunshine, and I’ll keep giving it as long as it comes to me,” I vowed, nuzzling her hair. “You see what I see?” I whispered against her ear. 
“Turn the lights off, Jack, please,” she whispered, looking away from the mirror. I ran one hand up the front of her body, cupped her chin and forced her eyes towards the mirror. 
“No,” I shook my head. “Not tonight,” I said taking her hands and lifting them over her head. I had claimed her to my brothers, but I meant it when I said I wanted all of her. I wanted her to trust me enough to give me the things she kept to herself, the things that haunted her and shielded her from the rest of the world. In my thirty-eight years I never wanted to be that guy, the one that heals another person, someone who cares enough to fix what is broken beyond repair. 
She ruined me.
Or maybe she fixed me.
But it was my turn to do the fixing.

EXCERPT #3 -  Jack’s memory of his friend Cain.
I lifted the picture frame from my dresser and stared into the eyes of my boy. That’s all I had these days, a fucking lifeless photograph, a captured moment to get me through the rest of my life. No more memories to be made, experiences to be had, nothing but a picture that would wear one day. I would never see my boy look up at me again; never do all the things a father should do with his son. 
I grabbed the orange prescription bottle from the dresser and turned toward my bed. I took a swig of the bottle of scotch I had nearly finished and sat at the foot of the bed. My loaded gun right beside me. I stared at the RX label and the one word that could have changed everything. 
If I had listened to Connie, and yielded to the warnings, we’d still have Jack. I was too proud to get help; too worried people would think I was a pussy. I was a fucking biker that walked a thin line between right and wrong. I wasn’t some bitch who needed a shrink. 
But I was.
I was a manic depressive. 
I wasn’t the devil my mother thought I was. I was sick. I was a sick man who never sought treatment for his illness. The same illness that left me in a manic state the night my boy got hit by a car. I should’ve been paying attention to him. I should’ve been on medication.
But I wasn’t.
And he was dead.
It should’ve been me.
I dropped the prescription bottle, watched as it rolled across the carpeted floor and stopped once the door flew open and rolled back toward me. A leather boot stopped it from rolling and I lifted my hazy eyes to take in the man who had now picked up my medicine.
“Get out, Cain,” I growled, looking away and taking another swig of my bottle, my hand closing around the gun as I did.
He stood tall, around six foot three, and was a wall of muscle. He took a few shaky steps in my direction, grabbed onto the dresser to steady himself before his bloodshot eyes pierced me with a glare. He was fucked up. Not an unusual occurrence. Cain liked his drugs, didn’t limit himself to a particular one, shot anything you put in front of him through those veins of his. 
We were a lot alike, both of us needed help but only one of us wound up getting it. 
“You take your pills today?” He asked, as he leaned against the dresser and crossed his arms against his cut. 
“I don’t need no babysitter,” I slurred. “Think I told you to leave, brother.”
“Think I’m the boss around here and I don’t take orders from anyone,” he retorted angrily, pausing for a moment. “What the fuck you doing, Bulldog?”
“What’s it to you?” 
“Gonna ask you again, you take your pills?” He questioned hastily, walking toward me and grabbing the photo of my son. 
I saw red.
I reached for my picture. He pulled back. 
“Give me my fucking son back,” I hollered, lifting my gun and aiming it at him.
“Can’t give you your boy back, Jack. Wish like hell I could,” he replied calmly. He turned around and righted the frame, delicately fixing it so it rested on top of my dresser where it belonged. He turned around and stared back at me. “One more time Jack. Did you take your pills?”
“Yeah,” I ground out, dropping the gun to my side. 
I didn’t need anyone to remind me of what I needed to do day after day.  The hole in my heart was the reminder, my own personal alarm clock that alerted me every morning to take my medication.
“Good,” he replied, before tipping his chin toward my gun. “You got something happening you want me to rally up the boys for?”
“One-man job, Boss,” I said, shrugging my shoulders and glancing down at the pistol in my hands. 
“Why’d you call me here?” Cain asked.
“I need the shit,” I said, lifting my eyes to meet his. He knew what I was asking him but still his eyes questioned mine. “Don’t make me say it.”
“You can’t bring yourself to say it then you ain’t meant to have it,” he retorted.
“The H,” I slurred. “You had your fill, right? Sure you can spare some for a brother in need.” 
He stared at me for a moment before taking hold of my arms and turned them over. My gun dropped from my hand as he tugged my sleeves up and exposed my forearms.
“Not a track, not a mark,” he declared, dropping my arms before rolling up his sleeves. “You want this?” He asked angrily, referencing the tracks that trailed up his arms, a reminder of all the years he shot heroine through his veins. “You got a daughter I reckon you haven’t seen in close to a year. You going to let the next time she sees her daddy be at his funeral?”
“I didn’t ask for your input,” I said, through clenched teeth.
“I don’t give a fuck,” he replied. “Wake the fuck up, man. Yeah, it sucks you lost your boy. It’s a pain no man should ever have to live with but you got a little girl who needs her daddy.”
“She has her mama,” I muttered. “My son has no one. He’s in that ground all by himself,” I stated, my voice trailing off and my throat closing.
“So, that’s the plan? You going to join your boy in his grave?”
That was the plan. He knew it and so did I. The thing was I had no problem pulling the trigger on someone else but I was too much of a coward to take my own life. I tried several times but every time I closed my eyes and lifted the gun to my mouth I saw my daughter’s face. 
“Look at me, Bulldog,” he whispered. “You’ll never see your boy grow into a man but do you want to miss out on that beautiful girl of yours too? She’s a looker, Jack, going to have bastards like us banging down her door to get a piece of her. With you gone, no one will be there to filter through the shit and find her the one that deserves her heart.”
I ran my fingers through my hair and diverted my eyes to the ceiling. My tears blurred my vision as his words sliced through me, inflicting doubt where I was sure there was none left. 
I’ll give you what you need as long as you keep giving me your sunshine.
She went off like a firecracker, her body igniting and convulsing as she found her light. The sweetest pussy I ever had, gripped me as she came all over my dick. My eyes rolled, and I pushed my hips and thrust my dick into her once, twice…then shouted her name as I pulled out just in time. My release spurting out, painting her exposed skin.
Covered in Parrish, branded by the Bulldog, Reina became my sunshine.
We were both fucked.
I stared at her long and hard as I pulled my jeans up, zipping the fly but not doing the button to give my swollen dick some relief. Her legs dropped off the table, and she bent over struggling with her jeans, looking at everything and anything other than me.
“Reina,” I started.
She reached for a dishtowel, wiping me from her before she pulled her pants up her legs. She turned around, her eyes blazing with fury and threw the dishtowel at me.
“You can leave now,” she said.
And there she went dismissing me again.
“Guess I was wrong ‘bout you,” I spat, baiting her, hoping to get her to turn around and look me in the eye. But I failed. Staring at her back angered me even more than the silence she offered me. “My dick ain’t straight-laced, and that pussy was still dripping.” I bit out, using my words as my weapon.
Her head bowed, her shoulders slumped and still she didn’t turn around to look at me.
Shunted, I cursed Reina and stalked out of her apartment, slamming the door behind me.
I shouldn’t be bothered. I got what I came here for. I got my taste of sunshine.


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