Acknowledgements
To my husband Paul, thank you for standing beside me on this journey. From the first day I mentioned the idea of writing a book, you were supportive and never doubted me. You just assured me that I could do it. I love you today and always. Thank you for giving, me my very own, happily ever after.
To my son Joseph, when you are older and look back on the days I sat in bed beside you writing, remember I was only trying to set an example for you. Always chase your dreams, my boy.
Frankie the same goes for you. Never let anyone tell you, you can’t do something. My wish for the both of you is that you both always aim high and know I’ll be cheering you on every step of the way.
Mom and Dad anything good in me, is because of the two of you. You’ve taught me what it is to love unconditionally. The sense of family you have instilled in me has left a profound mark on my heart and I hope my readers get a taste of that in this book. Mom, you’ve always encouraged to reach for the stars and for that I thank you. Dad, you always know, just what to say or do to make me smile. Thank you for inspiring Joe Lanza, and for being such a staple in all my childhood memories. Rave On!
To my sister-in-law Jennifer, I would have never written this book without you. I am so honored to call you my sister of the heart. Thank you for all your help throughout this entire process. The best part of writing this book was the bond that you and I will forever share. I’m glad I never had a sister because the one I received through marriage was better than anyone I could’ve hoped for.
To Andrew you’ve taught me the value of friendship and that a guy and a girl could be the best of friends. Every memory we share, is etched in my heart, for you truly are the brother I never had. I will forever wish you happy anniversary, on April fools.
To Kristin, Nicole, Jackie, Marie, and Vinnessa, thank you girls for being excited and happy for me during this time. Friends are not the family you are given but the family you choose.
Copyright © 2014 by Janine Infante Bosco
Pieces
By Janine Infante Bosco
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Excerpt for Broken Pieces
The Riverdale Series continues with
Nick Foti and Samantha Lanza facing their past, in
Broken Pieces
“Phillip this is Nick. Nick I’d like you to meet Phillip.” Sam settled against Phillip’s chest and smiled at Nick, her eyes blazing with fury. Nick nodded in acknowledgement of Phillip and then threw some bills on the bar when the bartender lined up their shots. Mallory grabbed one before Nick could hand it to her. Nick handed one to Phillip and then held one just a little bit out of reach towards Sam. His eyes roamed her questioningly.
“You sure you want it?” He asked sincerely, knowing very well shots of tequila and Sam didn’t really go hand in hand.
She rolled her eyes at him and took the shot. “I’m not twenty-one anymore Nick.”
“Suit yourself.” He said and lifted his glass before throwing back the shot. The three musketeers, that’s what they reminded Nick of, downed the shots. Mallory and Phillip took the fiery liquid like champs, while Sam reached across the bar to chase the shot with Nick’s beer. Her body shuttered and she scrunched her face up as she guzzled the beer. He couldn’t help the smirk. It was nice to know as much as things changed there were a few things that remained the same.
She slammed the beer bottle against the bar and slapped Nick’s bicep. “Wipe that grin off your face Foti.”
Her hands lingered for a moment, her fingertips traveling along where his sleeves ended. He looked down at her hand and then back at her face. She retracted her hand as if she had just scorched her fingertips. He thought he heard Phillip mumble something but wasn’t sure when he pieced together the words. Something about swinging from his arms, Nick shrugged it off.
Mallory turned to Nick. “So are you going to make Samantha drop her panties or what?”
Phillip threw his head into his hands and his shoulders slumped defeated. It was almost comical, Nick mused. Mallory looked at Phillip innocently.
“What? What did I say? Wasn’t this the plan?” She scratched her head confused.
Nick’s eyes wandered towards Sam’s, he brought his hand up to his face and scratched at the day’s stubble that covered his jaw. She was an awful embarrassing shade of red, and he couldn’t tell if was from anger or shame.
“I’m all for Samantha dropping her panties for me.” He took a long sip of his beer, eyes intently staring into hers. He pulled the neck of the bottle down, and licked his lips. “What color are they anyway?”
“None of your business.” She said through gritted teeth and then surprised him by taking a step towards him. He bit the inside of his cheek to hide the smile. The fire in her blue eyes had him truly wondering what color they were. She poked his chest with one perfectly manicured fingernail. “Read my lips.” She whispered. “No many how many times you say my full name, you’ll never see my panties.”
His hand closed around her wrist and he cocked his head. “I bet their black.” He leaned over and his breath grazed her ear, causing her to shudder. “Samantha.” He whispered against her ear. He decided he liked the way her full name sounded coming from him, and vowed to make more of an effort to use it.
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