Synopsis: RIGGSHeart.It’s what keeps you from being reckless. It’s what keeps you breathing.Money, power and respect… they were my god given right, not the reason I joined the Satan’s Knights. I tied myself to my club and nothing else. Give me my bike, the open road and a different woman every night and I was happy. My life was great.Until the chaos exploded.One night.One reckless temptation and I finally found my reason for breathing. I never saw her coming. The girl that would turn my world upside down and give me my heart.Only it was too late.One mistake can take it all away.I’m about to lose my heart.The thing that keeps me breathing.The thing that keeps me from being reckless.LAUREN BIANCIDrop out of nursing school? Check.Have no idea what you’re going to do with your life? Check.Disappoint your family? Double check.Meet a biker and have crazy sex against a wall? Check. Check. Check.Get knocked up by said biker? Check.I was always the good girl, the prodigal child, the girl who said and did all the right things.Things like this didn’t happen to me.Until him.Until he smiled.Until he tempted me to find out what made me happy.Too bad it’s him.We’ll never work, but, I can pretend can’t I?Just for a little while.Just until it’s over.
PATCH PARTYLauren rolled her eyes and turned to leave. I wasn’t going to let her go anywhere. I reached for her and caught her wrist, stopping her from leaving.“Going somewhere?”“Yeah, home,” she sneered, tugging her arm free. I’d never seen her like this, so angry, so fucking hot. She turned toward Blackie, took his drink from his hand and threw the whiskey in my face before handing the empty glass back to him.“Congratulations, you’re a dick with a patch,” she said, before turning and walking toward the door.I sputtered whiskey from my mouth, lifting the hem of my t-shirt to dry my face, trying to ignore the surrounding chuckles.“You better marry her because if you don’t I will,” Bones said, as he came up beside me and handed me a stack of napkins.“Fuck off,” I shouted, throwing the napkins up in the air like confetti before I took off after her. “Lauren,” I shouted as I stepped outside. Scanning the grounds, I found her stalking through the parking lot.I ran after her but Kitten had speed even in those heels she had on that threatened to take her down.“Lauren, baby…Kitten,” I called.She froze in her tracks and turned around.Hallelujah!Oh, shit!She bent down, removing one of her high heels and swung it like a Cy-Young pitcher, aiming straight for my head.“Are you fucking crazy?” I shouted, dodging death by a high heel.“Oh, you think I’m crazy?” She asked incredulously, looking every bit crazy. No question about it. “Maybe I am crazy! I mean, I must be because I’m here, right? Standing here in my little black dress, against my better judgement, because well, tonight was a big night for you and I…” she let her words trail off. “…I am crazy,” she confirmed, shaking her head in disbelief.“Kitten,” I started, reaching for her.She flicked my forehead with her fingers.“Ouch! What the hell did you do that for?” I shouted, rubbing my forehead.“There is plenty more where that came from, buddy!” She threatened, as she poked my chest with her finger. I had had enough of this shit. I grabbed her hips, hauling her up against me and maneuvered her legs to wrap around my waist. She didn’t like that at all and yelped as I held her in place.“Riggs, put me down,” she yelled.“You don’t really want me to put you down,” I ground out. My patience was gone, my nerves frayed. She kicked my back and I pinched her leg as I turned and slammed her up against the wall of the Dog Pound.“Came here for a reason, Kitten, now it’s time to tell me what that reason is,” I whispered against her ear.“It doesn’t matter,” she squealed, as I ran my hands up her thighs.“I disagree,” I argued, glancing down at her legs locked around my waist. “I like your dress,” I said, sliding my hands underneath it.“You should,” she sneered, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I wore it for you,” she rasped.Sweetest fucking words I ever heard.
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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.