🌹Read an Excerpt from New MC Romance: RIDING THE EDGE by Janine Infante Bosco!🌹


by Janine Infante Bosco
A Satan’s Knights Novel
Publication Date: August 21, 2018
Cover Designer: JB’s Cover Obsession Design
Models: Darrin James Dedmon and Michelle Lynn McLeod
Photographer: JW Photography
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense, Standalone


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Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, something extraordinary comes along that knocks you on your ass…

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’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***




“Cut the cord Lady”

Stretching my aching body against the cool satin sheets, my eyes flutter open. Flashes of the night before come rushing over me causing my body to heat as I turn to my side and find Al naked in my bed. Indulgently, I let my eyes rake over him, taking in every inch of his masculine body—a body I worshiped last night. Bringing my hand to my mouth, I cover the gasp as I recall the blowjob I gave him after we had sex twice and he went down on me again. If I try hard enough, I bet I can recall the coarse hairs of his beard brushing against my thighs as his tongue dove deep inside me, enticing the most profound orgasm I’ve ever experienced. It’s no wonder I got down on my knees after that.
“You always wake up like this?”
Startled by his voice, I lift my eyes to his face and watch as he lazily rubs his hands over his beard.
“Like what?”
“Looking so fucking pretty.”
If I wasn’t sure Al was a smooth talker that would confirm any suspicion. I never washed the makeup from my face last night which means my mascara is probably smeared across my face and I’m going to need an entire bottle of conditioner to get all the knots out of my hair.
“C’mere,” he orders huskily.
Tucking the sheet around my still naked body, I inch closer.
“Lose the sheet, Lady,” he demands.
“I never go to sleep naked,” I explain, feebly loosening my hold on the sheet. It drops to my waist, exposing my swollen breasts and the morning chill awakens my nipples. Reaching out, he rolls my erect nipple between his fingers and meets my gaze with an explicit hunger radiating from his eyes.
“You ever have a man fuck you all night?”
“Good to know you’re just as crass in the morning as you are at night.”
“Why don’t you come sit on my face and we’ll test your theory?”
Contemplating his offer, I throw my leg over his body and straddle him.
“A little higher,” he murmurs.
“Maybe I don’t want your mouth.”
“Oh, no?”
“Maybe I want—”
My words trail at the sound of my alarm clock. Glancing at the end table, I stare at the red flashing numbers and the temporary high I was feeling a moment ago comes crashing down as the reason for the alarm dawns on me. Climbing off Al, I hit the alarm clock with a bit more force than necessary and swing my legs over the bed.
“Whoa, where’s the fire?” he questions as I pull open the top drawer of my nightstand and grab a pair of panties.
“I told you I had an appointment today,” I answer, pulling the cotton over my hips. Padding around my room topless, I search for my robe when I hear the doorbell.
“You expecting someone to take you to this so-called appointment?”
Abruptly, I snap my attention towards him.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know, Lady, one minute you’re ready to ride my cock, the next you’re scrambling around the room like you got caught with your hand in the cookie jar,” he says roughly, tossing the sheets from his body.
“If you’re insinuating—”
The bell sounds again and this time it’s accompanied by a loud knock. Bending down to retrieve his jeans, he pulls them up his legs in a hurry.
“Where are you going?” I call out as he starts to walk out of the bedroom, buttoning his jeans.
“To see who the fuck is knocking on your door at eight in the morning,” he replies, disappearing into the hallway.
“Shit,” I hiss, sweeping my gaze around the room. “Where the fuck is my robe?”
Remembering I had it on before I took my shower yesterday, I hurry into the bathroom. Taking it off the hook on the back of the door, I shove my arms through the silk robe and quickly tie the sash around my waist as I make my way towards the front of the house.
“Fuck,” Al grunts, standing in front of the door, peering through the peephole. “It’s your son.”
My eyes widen as I glance down at myself and pull the robe tighter around my body. For a moment I wonder why Anthony’s here at this hour, then I realize if he sees Al half naked in my living room and me looking like a three-dollar hooker, it won’t matter much.
Turning around, Al runs his fingers through his hair.
“He ain’t going anywhere, Lady, so, you need to decide how we’re going to play this.”
“Are you out of your mind?” I hiss. “He can’t find you here.”
“Ma! Open up the door.”
Dashing towards Al I grab his hand and pull him back.
“You need to leave,” I whisper roughly.
“And how the fuck should I do that if the only way out is that door,” he says, jutting his thumb over his shoulder.
“The window,” I blurt. “Grab the rest of your clothes from the kitchen and use the one in my bedroom.”
“Are you out of your mind? I am not climbing out the window,” he growls.
“It’s ground level,” I argue.
“Ma, if you don’t open the fucking door, I’ll break it down.”
Looking over my shoulder and back, I close the distance between Al and I, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“You ever walk in on your mother after she spent the entire night being fucked by one of your…” My voice trails off as I realize Anthony considers Al an acquaintance. My arms fall from his neck and I cover my mouth.
“Oh my God, he considers you a friend.”
“Hold the phone, Lady, Bianci and I are not friends.”
“Then what are you?”
“Fuck if I know what to call it but we’re nothing like fucking Fred and Ricky.”
“Are you referencing I Love Lucy, right now?”
“Jesus Christ, you should probably cut that fucking cord, Lady,” he growls.


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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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