From the Ruins

by Janine infante Bosco
A Satan’s Knights MC Novel
Publication Date: September 26, 2017
COVER CREDITS
Cover Designer: JB’s Cover Obsession Design
Model: Michael Joseph
Photographer: Reggie Deanching, R+M Photography
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, MC, Bikers, Romantic Suspense

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SYNOPSIS:

“Pipe”
In every man’s life there comes a day of reckoning. It’s the day darkness is exposed and sinners are punished for their trespasses.
A day when loyalty is destroyed and a man is left in ruins.
When he walks away from his club and loses his religion.
Whoever said from the ruins they will rise again never walked a mile in my shoes or the pair of red ones I was left holding.

“Layla”
He’s bitter, cold and angry.
He’s seen his share of heartache.
Lived through tragedy and despair.
He’s my neighbor.
The man I know should stay away from.
The man who will destroy what’s left of me if I get too close.
He’s Lee Jameson, and I’m Layla Milano.
This is our story.
The story of two people left in ruins forced to rise again.

#SMOKINPIPE

Renee’s Five Star Review:

I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review for Stephanie’s Book Reports.

In every man’s life there comes a day of reckoning. It’s a day of darkness is exposed and sinners are punished for their trespasses. Its a day when Pipe’s loyalty is destroyed and he is left in ruins. It’s the day Pipe walks away from his club and loses his religion. Whoever said from the ruins they will rise again never walked a mile in Pipe’s shoes or the pair of red ones he was left holding.

Layla knows a few things about Pipe. He is bitter, cold, angry and has seen his share of heartache. He has live through tragedy and despair. Pipe is her neighbor. He is also the man she should stay away from. A man who will destroy what is left of her if she gets to close. He is Lee Jameson and I am Layla Milano. This is our story. A story of two people left in ruins and forced to rise again.

Hello Pipe……I have been waiting for you and your story!!! Holy cow what a story it is too. It is so much more than I ever thought it would be and I’m still reeling a day after finishing this book and can’t stop thinking bout From The Ruins. Pipe has always through all the previous books I have read from Janine Infante Bosco been a character that I loved and knew that I wanted to know more about. He has suffered such loss in his life. So much more than we as readers of past books were aware of. His childhood absolutely crushed me along with the loss of his wife which all but destroyed Pipe. He is beyond done and he has no problem letting everyone in the club know he is done and to leave him the heck alone. He wants absolutely nothing to do with the club and no longer wants to be “Property of Parrish.” Enter Layla who bless her heart had a marriage that has ended in divorce and is a single mother of three trying to care for them and work at the same time but has had to move several times and the last time she ends up living right next to Pipe. If there has ever been a defining moment in two broken peoples lives it is the moment that Layla and Pipe laid eyes on each other. Oh Layla….how I loved your strength, your courage, your heart as a mother and your broken heart as a woman who just wants love and be loved the way they deserve. I loved how she put her kids first in everything. She also has no trouble speaking her mind and I loved that about her too. I’ve found myself today wondering what their lives would have been like if Pipe and Laya had met years ago and not had to live through what they lived through. I don’t know that they would have appreciated what one had to offer the other as much as they do in the book. Struggles make us stronger and devastation tends to be rock bottom and there is no where to go but up. You will just have to read this amazing book to see what their journey entails. I am not giving anything away but I will say that if I was Layla I’d love Pipe myself for just the way he loved my kids like they were his own. He had me there. A mother wants the best for her children and she wants a man to love them just as his own even if they didn’t come from his blood. Pipe is an excellent example of a man who fell in love with a mother of three with a sixteen year old son Tommy who needs the example of a good man in his life. A thirteen year old daughter Jenna who we all as girls know is struggling with all the changes in her world and then there is six year old Lexi the girl who draws him as a superhero and stole Pipe’s heart in right that second I do believe. He might not admit it but I so knew he was done for right there. Lexi too is hilarious and adds just the right amount of giggles to deal with all the things in this book that will tear year heart out. I can’t count how many times I had tears running down my face while reading. I surprised myself since I already knew parts of Pipe’s story from previous books but living it all through his eyes just about devastated my poor little heart. A Layla….ooh how I could relate to her for so many reason. Some of them far to personal to talk about in a book review.

Janine Infante Bosco has blown my away once again. Thank you so much for writing this book. Thank you for the moments I will hold in my heart when things seem hopeless or the day I feel especially alone. Thank you for pouring your heart and soul into this book and for sharing yourself with us. I know it couldn’t have been easy and I want you to know you have to be one of the bravest, best mommies in the world. If you don’t pick up this book and read it you are missing out on one of the best books every written. Trust me too once you do read this one if you have not read any other Janine Infante Bosco books you will be going back and reading everything you can get your hands on. I make it no secret that I love this author. She is my she could write a book about anything and I would devour it with just as much vigor and excitement as I did the first book I ever read from her.

From the Ruins
© Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved by Janine Infante Bosco.

Excerpt: Layla

Running after Lee, I forget my kitchen resembles a small pond or that I’m soaking wet myself. Hell, I don’t even have a chance to process his actual name before he’s folding his large frame into my car. Shuffling down the steps, I hurry toward him making sure I don’t wind up taking another flop in the mud.

Finally reaching the car, I splay both hands over the hood and lean forward.

“Get out of the car,” I demand.

About to switch gears, he turns his attention toward me and narrows his eyes. The thought of him possibly judging me sets me off into a frenzy.

“You’ve done enough damage,” I tell him, smacking the palm of my hand against the hood. “I wouldn’t be in this mess if you could just keep your dick in your pants, but no, you had to go and pick possibly the two dumbest people on the planet to sleep with and now I’m the one paying with a broken car.”

“I didn’t actually sleep with them,” he mutters.

My anger doesn’t seem to quell and the more he sits behind the wheel staring at me, the more my hands tremble. Lifting them from the hood of the car, I applaud him sarcastically.

“Congratulations, you’ve spared yourself the risk of getting gangrene. Me, on the other hand, has to still suffer the consequences of your poor choices,” I spit.

“Jesus Christ, woman, I’m trying to make it right,” he shouts angrily, slamming his fist against the steering wheel. Seeing the frustration radiate from his features, I drop my arms to my side and narrow my eyes in disbelief.

Since the moment I met this man he has been nothing but nasty to me. Even when I apologized to him he acted like a dick. Now he wants to be helpful and I’m supposed to believe he grew a conscience over night?

“Why?” I blurt. “Why all of a sudden do you care?’

Clearly annoyed, he rubs his hands vigorously across his face before putting the car in park and stepping out of it. With one arm braced on the door, he pins me with those incredible eyes of his and I temporarily forget what we’re doing.

“Would you rather I didn’t? That change could be arranged,” he hisses. “Your car is fucked, Layla, and fuck me if I know why, but I feel responsible. Now, the man upstairs didn’t give me a whole lot of blessings but he gave me hands, and I’m damn fucking good with them.”

Unsure how to respond to his confession, I remain silent. I quickly learn giving him the floor is a mistake because what he says next breaks the little resolve I have.

“For crying out loud, haven’t you ever had a man help you before?”

His words slam into me with force and the weight of every burden I’ve been carrying drags me down. Willing myself not to let my emotions get the best of me, I swallow down the lump lodged in my throat and shake my head.

“Not without wanting something in return,” I confess. It’s a truth I didn’t realize until I was already on my own. I can’t say for certain that my ex-husband was the exception. He dangled that fucking house of his in my face for years. It didn’t matter that I was the one who made it a home, in his eyes I should’ve been grateful he put a roof over my head. I never felt as though it was ours. It was his and I was the woman who lived there.

Suddenly, it’s not about the car but about everything that has ever gone wrong in my life. Every single hole I’ve had to dig myself out of.

“Let me fix your car,” Lee says, dragging me away from my head.

Staring at him blankly, I shake my head as I give into the tears.

“I have insurance…shit,” I cry, wiping at my eyes. “I mean, I think I have insurance,” I amend, unsure if I paid the bill. I suppose it’s a good sign I don’t remember getting a cancelation notice in the mail.

“Oh God,” I moan, lifting my hands to my face. “I’m sorry,” I sob. The tears fall freely and I can’t keep up. Realizing it’s a wasted effort, I drop my hands and unload all my grief. “I’m overwhelmed,” I admit. “You’re right, this is the last thing I need right now. I have three kids who basically hate me since I left their father, a son whose favorite pastime is getting into trouble and a shit job that doesn’t pay the bills. Let’s not forget a house that’s falling apart at the seams. I’ve never felt more out of control than I do now, and every time I think I’m getting ahead, something else happens that sets me back. And now I’m standing in front of a man who is basically a stranger and I’m crying. I’m fucking crying and I don’t cry.”

“Shit,” he hisses, stepping awkwardly toward me. Lifting a hand, he seems to debate on what to do with it until he pats my shoulder uncomfortably. “There, now,” he mutters. “Pull yourself together, killer.”

If I wasn’t falling apart I think this would be funny. I mean we make quite the pair. He’s fighting a hangover and I’m having a nervous breakdown. While I’m dressed in pajamas, he’s wearing the same clothes as the night before and we’re both drenched from the waterfall inside my house. I have diarrhea of the mouth and he has no idea what to do with me as we play tug of war with my car. Not to mention my kids are on the front porch watching the whole exchange. Yeah, we look like a bunch of clowns.

A laugh flies past my lips and I cover my mouth with my hands to stop the fit of giggles that insanely erupts.

“Oh good, we’ve moved onto laughing,” he says, dropping his hand from my shoulder. Taking a step back, he shoves his hands into his pockets and stares at me like I have three heads.

“Oh my God,” I say, chuckling. “You should see your face right now,” I comment, grabbing my stomach. His eyes narrow at me.

“You playing me, girl?”

“No,” I hiccup, shaking my head. “I swear.”

Having had enough of me, he blows out an exasperated sigh.

“So, do we have a deal?”

“Wait,” I say, sobering up. “There was a deal?”

“Yeah, the deal is I fix the fucking car.”

“And what do I do?”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, stop. Let me do this. It’ll make me feel better and like your son, my favorite pastime these days seems to be getting myself in a shit ton of trouble. If I’m busy fixing your car then I’ll be too busy to make the next bad decision and it’ll keep the whores off the front lawn, both yours and mine.”

“I don’t have any whores.”

“Feeling better?” he questions, lifting an eyebrow.

My situation was hopeless, and no, I wasn’t feeling better about any of it but for some reason I wasn’t feeling weighted down by my life.

“I’m not sure,” I admit as I cock my head to the side and study the faint lines in the corner of his eyes. After a beat, I shake my head and break away from the hypnotic spell they seem to have me under. “I’ll pay you back. I’ll call the insurance company and put a claim in.”

“Whatever makes you sleep better, killer,” he replies. “Or you can make me a pot of coffee and we’ll be even. Either way, get out of my way and let me get started.”

“There he is,” I start. “I was starting to mourn the asshole I’ve come to expect.”

“Have no fear, I’m an asshole first and foremost,” he says.

We both grow silent for a moment and I swear I see his lips quirk ever so slightly.

“Thank you,” I murmur softly.

“Get on, girl,” he says with a nod.

Hesitantly, I step around him and glance up at my house. Three sets of eyes stare back at me and I’m reminded of the busted pipe and the list of things I was supposed to do today. Things I’m not sure how they’ll get done now that I don’t have a car.

“Jesus Christ, what is it now?” I hear Lee say behind me.

Turning around, I watch as he lights a cigarette. Taking the first long pull, he leans against the side of the car and waits for me to deliver my next blow.

“I don’t have a car.”

“Is this a delayed reaction type thing?”

“It’s just, well, I mean we’re not in the city. I can’t hop on a bus. I’ve got a busted pipe I need to fix and I was supposed to go into town today. And then there is school. How am I supposed to get my kids to school every day?”

“Lay it on me, killer, what do you need to do,” he says, pushing off the car. He ashes his cigarette before taking another long pull and leveling me with those eyes of his. “Aside from the pipe thing because I doubt you can fix that thing on your own.”

“How would you know? I happen to be very handy,” I defend.

“I bet you are,” he says with a smirk.

I’m not blind and as brief as it is, I watch his eyes scan the length of me.

“How handy are we talking?” he adds.

“I have a pink tool belt,” I blurt, feeling the slightest blush creep across my cheeks. In that instant, I remind myself that he’s the same man from last night, the guy who spent the night with two women. The man who yelled at my son. The man I threatened with a pair of brass knuckles.

The thing is, right now, he doesn’t seem so angry. In this moment, he’s not the rancid devil menacing his way through life. He’s just another guy, someone who may just have a heart buried somewhere deep inside.

“I can take you into town,” he says with a grunt.

“That’s nice of you to offer but after last night, I’m not letting my son out of my sight and I didn’t see a side car attached to your bike.”

“I’ve got a truck, killer,” he retorts, jutting his chin toward his garage. “You and your posse can fit in the back. I reckon there ain’t any school on a Sunday, aye?”

“Aye?” I repeat.

“You need to go into town, I’ll take you and your tribe into town. We’ll figure out the rest—”

“But—”

“Jesus Christ, please just shut up,” he interrupts as he clutches the sides of his head. “Go get your kids ready or whatever it is you need to do and let’s get a move on,” he growls. “But first, go change out of that wet t-shirt,” he adds, turning toward his house.

Embarrassment floods me and I glance down at the sheer shirt molded to my breasts. Crossing my arms in a feeble attempt to hide my nipples from him, I look back at him.

“Where are you going?” I call out as he reaches his steps.

“To down a bottle of Advil,” he says over his shoulder. “You got five minutes to get your ass out here.”

Five minutes?

Does he have any idea how long it takes to get everyone ready? It takes us five minutes to find our shoes.

“Thanks,” I shout.

He replies by slamming his front door shut.

And there he is.

The asshole.

#GETRUINED

FROM THE RUINS PLAYLIST

#RISEUP

Dear Reader,

Here we are again, off the heels of one epic ride and ready to embark on the next one.

Pipe’s story first came to me as I was writing Eternal Temptations and it’s taken some time to figure out who the woman that heals him should be. As it turns out, I didn’t have to look very far. All I had to do was look in the mirror.

Seems easy enough but when you’re telling a story that focuses on your own truth, you need to dig deep and find the courage to say what you’ve kept under wraps.

This story isn’t just about Pipe.

It’s about me.

It’s about Janine Infante Bosco telling you her truth.

It’s about finding a way to tell my story and move on when I’m still not certain I’m ready to.

Truth, I have been separated from my husband for two years.

Truth, divorce or in my case, separation—is ugly.

Truth, the children hurt just as much as the parents if not more.

Truth, it changes the way you interpret love.

Truth, it changes you.

It brings you down but you rise up and become better than you were before.

Stronger than you thought possible.

You learn to appreciate the little things and accept change.

My story isn’t over because one chapter has ended and you’ll find neither is Layla’s.

As always, I promise to give you a beautiful love story full of healing and unexpected surprises.

I will restore your faith in brotherhood and teach you family isn’t always about blood.

We’ll all be Property of Parrish in the end but first I’m going to torture you all a little.

Saddle up, the boys in leather are back!

The motherfucks will fly, people will die, you will cry and curse the day you ever heard of me.

The men are crass. They’re vulgar and they’re not scholars.

The Satan’s Knights are street guys who use slang and the grammar won’t be on point.

Some of your old favorites are back but if you’ve never read any of my books you will totally be fine. However, if the word fuck offends you—well, then this book isn’t for you.

If you’re cool with it then, let’s fucking do this!

Become part of this unconventional family.

Be

Property

Of

Parrish.

See you on the other side,

Janine

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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