Wanderer by Janine Infante Bosco
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
::..Reviewed for Red's Midnight Readers..::
I was given an ARC of this in exchange for an honest review. I have given it 5 stars.
Gosh where do I start? Janine has gone and done it again!! Just when you think these stories can't get any better, Janine goes and gives you Wanderer.
I always worry when I am reading a series that follows different characters that I will love with one set of characters that I won't be able to get into the next ones in the series but with Janine's books, I don't have any such problem. Each of her characters have their own unique qualities you can't help but fall in love with.
I loved Cobra from the start, even if I did want to smack him up side the head a few times. My heart ached for him and for Celeste and all of that time they missed chasing ghosts.
Celeste was strong and clever and I loved reading about her and Cobra. She was exactly what he needed. He just had to realize that. The chemistry between the two was palpable, I swear I could feel the heat emanating from the pages.
Once Again Janine Infante Bosco has produced a real page turner, that you will not want to put down/ Not even for a second.
If you like well written MC romances, filled with action, drama and characters you will fall hard for, then go ahead and one click.
I’ve lived two lives.
One full of innocence and one full of sin.
I mourned the perfect life I was born into and made it my duty to chase the phantom who stole it from me.
Revenge, mayhem and loss are all I know.
I am the lone man—I am the wanderer.
The former nomad—now, Satan’s deadliest soldier.
The two worlds were never supposed to collide. Innocence and sin aren’t made to coexist yet somehow my past bleeds into the present and I find myself facing my biggest regret…I find myself face to face with her—the girl who got away.
The girl I let go.
The woman I’ll ruin if I stay.
Our young love was marred by violence.
Our guilt destroyed us, fate tempted us but, it was he who broke us.
They say time heals all, but all time did was dull the ache of his abandonment.
Now, dressed in leather, covered in ink the boy I mourned is now a man—a man tormented by his demons.
In another life we were everything to one another.
In this life we’re strangers.
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