Blog Tour and My Review: Lethal Temptations by Janine Infante Bosco

Blog Tour and My Review:  Lethal Temptations by Janine Infante BoscoLethal Temptations by Janine Infante Bosco
Genres: 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.

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.

I received this book for free from Author in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.

My Review

​”You can plan your whole f***ing life, but it just takes one thing to change the course you’re on…and sometimes you think it’s the end, but the end of something is the beginning of something else.”

Lethal Temptations is book five In the Tempted Series by Janine Infante Bosco. it is an MC romance and can be read as a standalone.

“That was the night I claimed her. In my dark world of self-destruction and mayhem, I selfishly took Lacey, branded her mind, and I continued to brand her and mark her with my actions and my words.”

Blackie and Lacy have had a brewing and forbidden romance for some time. They are both flames easily ignited, and when they come together they burn down anything in their path. Both of them have so much to gain and lose in one another, fighting to find themselves and keep out the dark.

“This world needs you in it Lace, you make it beautiful. You’re the light that makes a man want to crawl out of the darkness he worships.”

I have absolutely LOVED this MC series by Author Janine Infante Bosco. I knew from seeing Blackie in previous books that his story was likely to cut me deep. However, I never imagined that the deepest gash on my heart would be a result of Lacey’s secrets and inner demons. Her fight was constant and without reprieve; I had no idea. Her struggle intensified in reds, grays, and blacks, fading out the light of her own existence. It was overwhelmingly intense. Just as profound was the struggle that Blackie had as he wrestled his past, trying desperately to find hope for the future. In the midst of a bruised but beautiful love story, Author Janine Infante Bosco gave a parent’s perspective on watching as your child grows up and comes into their own. It was a side of Jack Parrish I had not fully seen and showed his love and vulnerability for his daughter. This ride with Satan’s Knights was emotionally propelled, but gave the sweetest victory and a great escape into their MC world.

Excerpt

The bathroom door closed jarring me away from my thoughts and forced me back to reality. I stared at him trying to remember the speech I recited in the car on the way here but the only word that came to mind was muscles.

Tight, sinewy, muscles covered in ink.

It was probably a mortal sin to look like that after having a heart attack.

“You’re staring,” he said as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall in front of me.

I swallowed.

“So are you,” I whispered.

He bit the inside of his cheek as he quietly assessed me before he nodded.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without jeans or facial hair,” I shrugged my shoulders. “It’s kind of a shock to the system,” I continued, cocking my head to the side. “What’s your excuse?” I asked, running my sweaty palms down my denim clad thighs. I watched him intently, waiting for his bullshit excuse and saw the faintest glimpse of a smile form on his lips.

God, I wish he smiled more.

He shook his head, the smile disappeared and for a split second I wondered if I imagined it.

“Make a man wish he didn’t hit the bottle so hard,” he muttered. “Then maybe I’d remember when you became so bold,” he said, pushing off the wall as he turned and took a seat next to me on the bed.

Bold?

He thought I was bold.

He had no idea it was taking every bit of courage I had to be here, demanding he see the woman I am and not the girl I was. Maybe then he wouldn’t feel so guilty.

I glanced down as his thigh brushed mine.

“Didn’t think I’d see you until I got out of here,” he started, fidgeting with his hands until he finally placed them on his knees and leaned forward. He looked over his shoulder at me. “Thought I scared you off the other day,” he said, huskily.

“I told you once before I’m not afraid of you,” I said, clearing my throat so it didn’t sound so raspy.

He kept his eyes pinned to mine for a moment before letting them dip lower. I tried to follow their path but lost all train of thought when he placed his hand on my leg.

“I owe you an apology,” he said, his massive hand wrapped around my thigh and gave it a slight squeeze before he lifted his eyes back to mine. “So, pretty…” he murmured.

His closed his eyes briefly before blowing out at a breath and standing up. I felt the loss of his touch instantly and automatically stood with him. He crossed the room, putting as much distance as possible between us before he fell back into the chair in the corner of the room and dropped his face into his hands.

“You don’t owe me anything, Blackie,” I blurted. “You saved me once again,” I added.

“I’m not talking about that,” he growled, lifting his head. “I’m talking about the night at the clubhouse,” he clarified.

“No,” I said, shaking my head, closing the distance between us until I was standing in front of him. I would not plead with him not to take back that night.

Not this time.

With Reina’s words playing on repeat in my head I decided the only way for Blackie to accept this thing between us was to remind him of what it felt like to be with one another. Maybe if I reminded him of how it felt when the rest of the world faded and it was just us maybe then he’d think twice about his apology.

“No?” He questioned as he narrowed his eyes. “I took something from you, Lace, something you can’t get back and something I won’t forget. I fucked us both that night,” he seethed.

“You didn’t take anything I wasn’t offering,” I retorted. “I know you think I’m a little girl but I’m not and I haven’t been for a while. You may be my first but you weren’t the first man to touch me,” I ground out. “I’m not some goody two shoes, too prim and proper to get down on her knees because her father is some big bad biker,” I sneered.

“Shut up,” he shouted.

“No! You said you saw me that night, but it was a lie wasn’t it? Because if you did, you’d see I loved every fucking minute of having you. Open your eyes Blackie and take a look, take a good long look,” I dared.

“I see you, Lace, been seeing you for a long time now,” he said, reaching out and gripping my hips. “Don’t tell me to fucking open my eyes because I’m trying so fucking hard to close them and not look at you. It’s a real struggle to tame the beast inside me and not spread you wide and take you every which way a man can take a woman,” he said through clenched teeth. “Trust me, I fucking see you, girl and you’re all woman.”

I licked my lips as I felt something down in the pit of my belly ignite. An animalistic sound escaped his lips, something feral, and oh so fucking hot.

Was the beast becoming unleashed?

Yes, please.

His fingers dug deeper into my hips and he pulled me between his legs.

“Sit,” he commanded, pulling me down so that my ass sunk between his thighs. He brushed my hair aside, and I felt his hot breath against my ear as he leaned over my shoulder. “You feel that?”

I did.

His thick erection strained and twitched against my ass. A short breath escaped my lips as my back fell against his chest and his arms wrapped around me, pressing me tight against him.

“Answer me,” he demanded.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Good, next time you doubt I want you, remember feeling my cock pressed against your sweet ass and know the truth was against you just as it was inside you,” he affirmed, pressing his mouth against my neck. “It’s time for you to open your eyes, angel, time for you to take a good long look at who you’re playing with,” he added as his teeth grazed the sensitive spot behind my ear.

I closed my eyes, pushing my ass against him as my hands gripped his hard thighs. My body fell into a trance, one induced by Blackie’s words and for the first time in my adult life, sex wasn’t something I needed to rush to do, a game I needed to play catch up on, it was something I craved. I wanted to explore, I wanted to learn, and I wanted to do it all with Blackie.

“I’m a greedy bastard Lacey, got marks on my arms,” he paused, loosening his arms around me. “Open your eyes and look down,” he ordered.

My eyes fluttered open, and I did as I was told, focusing on the track marks on his forearms that were slightly fading.

“Got marks down in my soul too, all proof just how greedy I am,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around my waist again. The tip of his nose trailed down the side of my neck, pushing away the collar of my shirt and his lips fell over my shoulder.

“And this greedy bastard won’t apologize for taking that sweet cunt of yours. This greedy bastard will forever hold onto that, take that shit proudly to my grave…”

His words trailed off as his teeth sank into my shoulder.

“My Lace…” he murmured against my skin.

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