Forbidden Temptations
by Janine Infante Bosco
Tempted #2
Publication Date: November 10, 2015
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
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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. 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 : TATTOO
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.
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