Lethal Temptations
by Janine Infante Bosco
Tempted, #5
Tempted, #5
Publication Date: May 24, 2016
Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance, MC Romance
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Synopsis:
BLACKIE
My name is Blackie, I’m the vice president of the Satan’s Knights MC and I’m an addict.
I’ve been trading one addiction for another for as long as I can remember.
I make no apologies for my addictions, nor do I try to hide them.
Until my latest addiction threatens to destroy not just me but her.
For the first time I want to fight the need and not gravitate towards it. I try to deny it and not succumb to it but I’m a prisoner to her purity.
I’m Satan’s soldier, a demon dressed in leather.
She’s an angel, innocent and full of light, she’s my lace.
Leather.
Lace.
Me.
Her.
A temptation so lethal neither of us may survive but, every demon craves an angel.
Guide me to the light.
Take me from the dark.
Give me back my life.
Let me share yours.
They are the selfish words of an addict and they are my truth.
My name is Blackie, I’m the vice president of the Satan’s Knights MC and I’m an addict.
I’ve been trading one addiction for another for as long as I can remember.
I make no apologies for my addictions, nor do I try to hide them.
Until my latest addiction threatens to destroy not just me but her.
For the first time I want to fight the need and not gravitate towards it. I try to deny it and not succumb to it but I’m a prisoner to her purity.
I’m Satan’s soldier, a demon dressed in leather.
She’s an angel, innocent and full of light, she’s my lace.
Leather.
Lace.
Me.
Her.
A temptation so lethal neither of us may survive but, every demon craves an angel.
Guide me to the light.
Take me from the dark.
Give me back my life.
Let me share yours.
They are the selfish words of an addict and they are my truth.
LACEY PARRISH
My name is Lacey Parrish and I have a secret, one I’ve tried to deny for a long time, one I’ve tried to spare the world from.
I am a manic-depressive.
Just like my dad.
Some days I’m high on life.
Most days I try to escape it.
People think they know me, they think they see me but the truth is no one knows who I really am. No one sees the real me… a broken girl with a mind that betrays her.
Except Blackie.
He’s my savior, the man who silences my maker.
He’s my knight in shining armor, the man who puts my life before his.
He’s my leather and I’m his lace.
Two broken souls that have the power to heal one another.
This is our story, an unapologetic tale full of temptations.
A love story called Leather and Lace.
My name is Lacey Parrish and I have a secret, one I’ve tried to deny for a long time, one I’ve tried to spare the world from.
I am a manic-depressive.
Just like my dad.
Some days I’m high on life.
Most days I try to escape it.
People think they know me, they think they see me but the truth is no one knows who I really am. No one sees the real me… a broken girl with a mind that betrays her.
Except Blackie.
He’s my savior, the man who silences my maker.
He’s my knight in shining armor, the man who puts my life before his.
He’s my leather and I’m his lace.
Two broken souls that have the power to heal one another.
This is our story, an unapologetic tale full of temptations.
A love story called Leather and Lace.
EXCERPT - BEAUTIFUL LACE
I
stopped off at a bodega on a corner and bought three colorful bouquets
of flowers, dropped them in my saddlebags and took off to Fort Hamilton.
I dreaded seeing the dead flowers at Christine’s grave and prepared
myself for the guilt that would surface when I saw her name carved into
the tombstone.
I parked my bike off to the side and killed the engine, grabbing the flowers as I climbed the hill.
Nothing could’ve prepared me for what I saw next.
Nothing.
I
blinked to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating but as I approached
Christine’s grave there was no denying the beauty kneeling before the
tombstone was real.
Live and in the flesh.
My beautiful Lace knelt before my wife’s grave, re-arranging a fresh bouquet.
My past met my present and for a second I wished for a future.
Beside her laid a wilted bouquet of flowers, one I hadn’t brought there either.
“Hi,
it’s me again,” Lacey said, as she leaned back tucking her haunches
beneath her ass. “He’ll be back soon,” she promised before her voice
trailed off and the only sound became the wind blowing through the
trees. “I remember you,” she said finally. “Not much, but I remember
you. I was just a kid when you first came around with Blackie and well, I
sort of hated you. No, that sounds horrible,” she amended. “I was
envious of you. That doesn’t sound much better but it's true. I remember
thinking you were pretty but then I saw him look at you and knew that
wasn’t the right word to describe you. In a world full of ugly you were
his beautiful. You and Blackie, it’s like you were the definition behind
that saying beauty is in the eyes of the beholder because as pretty as
everyone thought you were, they knew true beauty when they looked at him
and watched him stare at you. You were the beautiful reflection in his
eyes…the woman who made him smile. Even now that you’re gone I still
envy you but I’m not sure what it is I wish for more…. for him to look
at me like he used to look at you or for me to be the one that brings
back that smile.”
I had no words.
None.
She
was sitting here talking to my wife, confessing her feelings for me,
and I stood there invading her privacy. I should’ve made my presence
known, but I remained perfectly still as my heart broke for the woman I
lost and began to mend because of the girl who brought her flowers.
She blew out a breath and slowly stood up, brushing dirt from her legs.
“Anyway,
I’m going to get going but before I do, since this will be my last
visit, I wanted to ask a favor. I’m not real religious and I know I’m
probably just sitting here talking to a stone but just in case the
afterlife really exists, can you look out for him? I mean I know you do
already. Of course you do, you’re his wife…but still, he needs an angel
to watch over him,” she whispered. “Who better than you?”
You.
She
turned around, and I silently thanked God for the sunglasses that
shielded my eyes as I stared at her. Her cheeks turned red as I extended
my free hand and took hers.
“How long have you been standing there?” She asked, glancing down at our joined hands.
“Long enough,” I said huskily, pulling her closer. “Lace.”
I glanced down at the flowers she had brought and then lifted my eyes back to hers.
“You brought her flowers,” I stated.
“I can explain,” she started.
“Just today?”
“No, since you’ve been in the hospital,” she explained. “I haven’t missed a Saturday,” she whispered.
I
released her hand as I stared back at her for a moment then placed the
flowers I was holding on top of the headstone. I ran my fingers through
my hair as I paced the small area in front of Christine’s grave.
“Blackie— “
I turned to her.
“How’d you know?”
“About a year ago, me and my dad came to visit my brother’s grave, and we saw your bike. He told me you come here every Saturday and bring her flowers,” she swallowed. “I just figured— “
“Thank
you,” I cut her off, closing the distance between us and wrapping my
arms around her, bringing her against my chest I bent my head, pressing
my lips to her head. “Thank you,” I repeated, murmuring the words into
her hair.
“You’re welcome,” she said as she wrapped her arms around my waist.
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ABOUT 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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