NO MORE TALKING!
Just keep reading for a steamy excerpt from Shifting Gears
by Janine Infante Bosco...
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BLURB:
They’re called one-night stands for a reason. If you’re
lucky, there’s a lot of mind-blowing sex and then you never have to see or
speak to the person again. It’s fun and uncomplicated. In my case, Bash
hightailed it to the airport the next morning so I definitely never expected to
run into the former prospect for the Charon MC again. But when his mother
passed, he dragged his pipes all the way from Texas to New York, and now he’s
crashing at the Satan’s Knights clubhouse. Which also happens to be where I
work and the scene of our one-night crime. If I thought forgetting the orgasm
champ was hard before, it just became damn impossible.
Grief can shake a man, make him question his whole damn life
and have him taking chances he never thought he’d take. Chances like moving to
Staten Island, New York. Chances like prospecting for a new club. Chances like
being around a certain fiery bartender who has been in my head since we shared
one incredible night. Even though I should be completely focused on earning my
colors, there’s a part of me that wants to chance chasing Lydia Gallo for more
than one night. I want to break down her walls and uncover every one of her
secrets...patch be damned.
*Editorial note: Shifting Gears is the first book in the
Satan's Knights Prospect Trilogy and is a spin-off from Khloe Wren's Charon MC
universe. It can be read and enjoyed as a standalone.*
PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK:
“If you want to leave, now would be a good time because I
don’t trust myself right now.”
I blink, letting his words register.
“What happens if I stay?” I whisper the question as he turns
my palm over and drags his mouth lazily over my skin.
“If you stay, I’ll kiss you.”
“Bash…”
“It’s okay,” he murmurs, diverting his attention to my
chest. “I can be patient, just not with your nipples this close to my mouth.”
A nervous laugh escapes my throat as he winks at me and soon
his hands move back to rest on my hips. With a gentle squeeze and a guttural
groan, he involuntarily pushes me away.
“I’ll walk you down to your car,” he says as he rises from
the foot of the bed. A sense of panic washes over me and I grab his arm in a
desperate attempt to keep him still.
“What about your sheets?”
He raises an eyebrow.
“What about them?”
“Didn’t you need me to help you with them?”
He looks at me thoughtfully for a moment before shaking his
head.
“No, I just wanted to see you sprawled across them.
Preferably naked, and coming repeatedly, but beggars can’t be choosey. I
would’ve been happy just having you in my bed.”
Apparently, we’re both done with the false pretenses. My
cheeks flush as I blow out a breath.
“Repeatedly,” I croak.
“Yep.”
“You don’t play fair,” I groan, licking my lips as I stare
at his mouth.
“Sure, I do,” he argues. “I’m giving you an out.”
Realizing I’m staring, I lift my gaze to his and curl my
fingers around his arm. My nails dig into his skin, but he doesn’t flinch. He
keeps those blue eyes intently on me and I swear to God, he sees right through
me. All my fears. Every insecurity. The life of a victim and the rebirth of the
woman I strive to be.
“I don’t do relationships.”
“And I don’t share.”
“What’s that mean?”
He shrugs his shoulders.
“If I’m fucking you, I’m the only one who is.”
Mouth agape, I blink.
“You think I’d--”
“No, but if you’re laying your cards on the table it seems
only fair that I do the same.”
I nod, loosening my grip on his arm.
“We’re really doing this? I mean, you’re not leaving
tomorrow so for however long you decide to stick around, you’re going to have
to see me.”
“Darlin’ that ain’t a hardship.”
“That came out wrong,” I say, closing my eyes as I try to
gather my thoughts. “We can do this and if you decide you don’t want to do it
again, you’ll still have to face me because I work downstairs and I really need
my job, Bash. I can’t afford--”
“Shh,” he says, cutting me off by gently touching a finger
to my lips.
“I’m not a dick, Lydia.”
I know that. If I’m being truthful, I’ve known it since that
first night. I think that’s another reason I’m so scared to give into my
attraction for him. A woman can easily fall for a charmer. I’m proof of that.
But when she starts putting the broken pieces together, arranging them to fit
the woman she needs to become, she can fall even harder for the man who wholeheartedly
gives himself to her. She’ll realize he’s not like all the others that
broke her heart. She’ll love the way he makes her feel and cherish the way he
looks at her. She’ll wish for him to love her. For him to heal her. She’ll let
go of the demons that plague her and the dreams she thought were lost, will
resurface with him as the leading man.
“No more talking,” I whisper, meeting his gaze.
-Shifting Gears, © Copyright 2019 Janine Infante Bosco
About Janine
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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