My Thoughts
I am a HUGE fan of Janine's and her Satan's Knights MC series. Blackie and Lacey's story is the one I have been dying to read. Janine gave glimpses of them in previous books, but I wanted more. Leather and Lace. Theirs is an epic love story in the midst of addiction and mental health. Theirs is a story about not giving up on those you love and the hope that comes with that love. Lacey broke my heart. Those moments in the graveyard with both Blackie and her father looking on shattered me. Janine also gave some of the sweetest moments with this couple. A dance. Swoon worthy in the midst of all the pain they shared. There was a powerful love between them and I absolutely loved their story. I can't wait to read more of this series.
I give Lethal Temptations 5 hearts!
I give Lethal Temptations 5 hearts!
About the Book
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.
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Excerpt
I stopped off at a bodega on a corner and bought three
colorful bouquets of flowers, dropped them in my saddlebags and took off to
Fort Hamilton. I dreaded seeing the dead flowers at Christine’s grave and
prepared myself for the guilt that would surface when I saw her name carved
into the tombstone. I parked my bike off to the side and killed the engine,
grabbing the flowers as I climbed the hill. Nothing could’ve prepared me for
what I saw next. Nothing. I blinked to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating but as
I approached Christine’s grave there was no denying the beauty kneeling before
the tombstone was real. Live and in the flesh. My beautiful Lace knelt before
my wife’s grave, re-arranging a fresh bouquet. My past met my present and for a
second I wished for a future. Beside her laid a wilted bouquet of flowers, one
I hadn’t brought there either. “Hi, it’s me again,” Lacey said, as she leaned
back tucking her haunches beneath her ass. “He’ll be back soon,” she promised
before her voice trailed off and the only sound became the wind blowing through
the trees. “I remember you,” she said finally. “Not much, but I remember you. I
was just a kid when you first came around with Blackie and well, I sort of
hated you. No, that sounds horrible,” she amended. “I was envious of you. That
doesn’t sound much better but it's true. I remember thinking you were pretty
but then I saw him look at you and knew that wasn’t the right word to describe
you. In a world full of ugly you were his beautiful. You and Blackie, it’s like
you were the definition behind that saying beauty is in the eyes of the
beholder because as pretty as everyone thought you were, they knew true beauty
when they looked at him and watched him stare at you. You were the beautiful
reflection in his eyes…the woman who made him smile. Even now that you’re gone
I still envy you but I’m not sure what it is I wish for more…. for him to look
at me like he used to look at you or for me to be the one that brings back that
smile.” I had no words. None.
She was sitting here talking to my wife, confessing her feelings for me,
and I stood there invading her privacy. I should’ve made my presence known, but
I remained perfectly still as my heart broke for the woman I lost and began to
mend because of the girl who brought her flowers. She blew out a breath and slowly
stood up, brushing dirt from her legs. “Anyway, I’m going to get going but
before I do, since this will be my last visit, I wanted to ask a favor. I’m not
real religious and I know I’m probably just sitting here talking to a stone but
just in case the afterlife really exists, can you look out for him? I mean I
know you do already. Of course you do, you’re his wife…but still, he needs an
angel to watch over him,” she whispered. “Who better than you?” You. She turned around, and I silently thanked
God for the sunglasses that shielded my eyes as I stared at her. Her cheeks
turned red as I extended my free hand and took hers. “How long have you been
standing there?” She asked, glancing down at our joined hands. “Long enough,” I
said huskily, pulling her closer. “Lace.” I glanced down at the flowers she had
brought and then lifted my eyes back to hers. “You brought her flowers,” I
stated. “I can explain,” she started. “Just today?” “No, since you’ve been in
the hospital,” she explained. “I haven’t missed a Saturday,” she whispered. I
released her hand as I stared back at her for a moment then placed the flowers
I was holding on top of the headstone. I ran my fingers through my hair as I
paced the small area in front of Christine’s grave. “Blackie— “ I turned to
her. “How’d you know?” “About a year ago, me and my dad came to visit my
brother’s grave, and we saw your bike. He told me you come here every Saturday
and bring her flowers,” she swallowed. “I just figured— “ “Thank you,” I cut
her off, closing the distance between us and wrapping my arms around her,
bringing her against my chest I bent my head, pressing my lips to her head.
“Thank you,” I repeated, murmuring the words into her hair. “You’re welcome,”
she said as she wrapped her arms around my waist.
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About 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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