Forbidden Temptations
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Synopsis
Anthony Bianci
Since I was a kid
all I ever wanted to be was a gangster. I wanted to be feared, to be respected,
and for everyone to know my name.
And then she came
into my life.
I never planned on
falling in love with the mob boss’ daughter. She was forbidden but somehow she
became mine. She made me crave things I didn’t even know existed and made me
forget about the things I thought I wanted. My quest for power faded away and
was replaced by my undying love for her.
Until reality bit
me in the ass and I was sent to prison for three years, doing time for a crime
I didn’t commit.
Now I’m out and she
is creating a life for herself, just like I always wanted for her. Only I’m not
a part of that life. I won’t ruin her any more than I already have with my
poisonous lifestyle.
No matter how
tempted I am.
Adrianna Pastore
I wanted him from
the very first time I laid eyes on him.
He was everything to me, my first love and probably my last.
He was everything to me, my first love and probably my last.
Then my father
ruined our perfect little life, and he walked away from me.
I tried to fight for him, for our love, but he pushed me away.
When the love you crave is beautiful, yet forbidden, you can’t help being tempted.
So I’ll fight for
him. For us.
Even if I’m the only one fighting.
Book #2 in
the Tempted Series (Can be read as a Standalone)
Excerpt
I knew all years ago nothing would
come close to making me feel the way I did whenever Anthony kissed me. Even when he was kissing me goodbye he made
me feel like he cherished me. I believed him when he said he’d love me forever,
his actions speaking louder than his words. I hope he knew I felt the same way.
I angled my head, giving him better
access to devour my mouth. The thing about kissing someone goodbye is you don’t
get a second chance to do it right. In that moment you have to put everything
into one kiss and that’s exactly what we did. The last several years,
everything we had gone through, everything we had felt for one another entangled
in this kiss.
I savored his taste. I memorized the way his teeth felt scraping
against my raw lips, the gentle lap his tongue took across them to soothe the
sting. I didn’t want him to take away the sting, wishing I would always feel
the burning sensation that prickled against my sensitive flesh as a reminder of
my Anthony.
His mouth left mine and kept going
back to press butterfly kisses against my lips before dropping his hands to my
shoulders and taking a retreating step backwards. I swallowed as I dared to
meet his gaze.
“Let me grab a shirt and I’ll walk you
out,” he said, gruffly. I nodded wiping my cheeks with the sleeves of my
sweater. He turned around to walk into his bedroom and that’s when I saw the
ink taking up his entire back.
The shocked gasp that escaped my
mouth caused him to look over his shoulder at me. The instant he saw my face
realization set into his features and he closed his eyes.
“Turn around,” I demanded, softly.
He sighed, his shoulders went lax,
and he dropped his head. I took a step closer and stared in awe at the beautiful
artwork covering his skin. There are beautiful clouds drawn across his shoulder
blades all of them shaded in hues of gray and blue, almost matching his eyes.
Through the clouds, there are rays that shoot down the center of his back like
rays of an eternal light. The year two thousand five looks as though the rays
illuminate the numbers. My eyes travel down to the center of his back where there
is the letter A written in a familiar handwriting. My first thought is that my
eyes are playing tricks on me but when I take, a closer look there is no
denying it. The A inked onto his skin is a replica of the A I scribe every time
I sign my name .Just when I thought there were no tears left to cry, I feel my
eyes fill with water as understanding dawns on me. I push back the tears and
force myself to continue my perusal of the intricate tattoo he has forever
etched into his flesh. There are flames that begin just beneath the waistband
of his sweat pants and travel wildly, vibrant oranges, yellows and reds, all
depicting an inferno as they make their way to the A. The year two thousand ten
scribed between the flames of hell. I reach out and trace the A with my index
finger, feeling him flinch at my touch. He gathers his bearings and remains
completely still as my fingertip continues to trace the A. My eyes fixate on
the two years, two thousand five was the year it all began for us, and two
thousand ten was the year it ended.
He must’ve been reading my mind
because he turned around shielding his tattoo from me as he gazed in to my
eyes.
“My heaven and my hell,” He whispered,
roughly explaining the sentiment behind the ink that forever marks his skin. I
stare at him for a moment, stripped of any words. What do you say to that? To
the man telling you to forget he exists only to discover he’ll take a piece of you
with him wherever he goes.
You say nothing because nothing you
could ever say would be enough.
Meet
the Author
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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