Meet Cade & Dawn in
Beyond the Cut!
The newest addition to the
Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club Series is NOW LIVE!
SHE'S HOLDING ON TIGHT.
As a teen, Dawn ran from a life on the streets straight
into the arms of Jimmy "Mad Dog" Sanchez, a biker who promised to be
her knight in shining armor. But his love was just another cage. Years later,
Dawn's former life still has its hooks in her and she'll do whatever it takes
to break free. When Cade "Ryder" O'Connor, a member of a rival club,
makes her an offer, Dawn finds herself in a different, hotter kind of trouble
with one irresistible Sinner…
WILL HE GIVE HER THE RIDE
OF HER LIFE?
Cade is an outlaw biker with allegiance to one thing and
one thing only: The Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club. But when it comes to the
stunningly sexy, fiercely independent Dawn Delgado, Cade finds himself…hungrier
for more. Trouble is on Dawn's heels and he wants to be the answer to her
prayers, whether she wants him to be or not.
What can't be denied is the red-hot attraction between them. However, as they fall deeper, the danger rises and Cade may have to sacrifice it all…in Beyond the Cutby New York Times bestselling author Sarah Castille.
What can't be denied is the red-hot attraction between them. However, as they fall deeper, the danger rises and Cade may have to sacrifice it all…in Beyond the Cutby New York Times bestselling author Sarah Castille.
Excerpt
“You
don’t go out without me. You do not go to see male strippers. You don’t see
other men. No clubs. No dates. No drinking. No Benson.” Cade barked out each
rule as he mounted the stairs leading up to his room. The chandelier overhead
rattled with each step he took, but upside down, over his shoulder, the only
thing Dawn was in a position to appreciate was the worn wooden floor, and
Cade’s very fine, tight ass.
He pushed
open the door to his room, and then slammed it closed and dropped her lightly
to the ground. “You answer the phone when I call or text. You don’t hang with
the brothers dressed in the kind of dress a man wants to tear off you.”
Dawn
gripped the door handle to regain her balance as Cade stalked across the floor
to the window. The room pulsated with the intensity of his emotion, or maybe
something was alive beneath the piles of clothes, pizza boxes, bike gear, and
magazines. At least it didn’t smell as bad as it looked, just a tad . . .
fetid, but laced with the fragrance of his cologne.
“Don’t
you think you’re taking this too far? I mean, Jimmy’s not about to grab me from
a bar or a club. At heart he’s a coward. That’s why he’s always approached me
in the dark or from a distance.”
“This
isn’t about him.” His puzzled frown almost made her laugh. “You’re mine.”
“I’m not
yours.” Dawn folded her arms. “But since we’re laying it on the line, and if
you’re wanting me to stick around, I have terms, too. You don’t go to strip
clubs, even for a drink. Nor do you let sweet butts wriggle in your lap. You
don’t flirt with women or bring them back to the clubhouse. You’re a one-woman
man unless you want a woman who isn’t me, and then I walk out this door.”
Tension
coiled in the room between them. He stared at her for so long she was afraid
she’d crossed some hidden line and nothing would ever be the same again.
“I guess
now that we have that straight, I’ll take care of those cuts and bruises,” she
said to fill the silence. “You got a first-aid kit in here?” Her gaze swept
over the room, bare of any decoration save for the detritus, a gritty contrast
with the huge four-poster king-sized bed and heavy dark wood furniture,
remnants from the days before the country house had become the Sinner
clubhouse.
Cade
scowled. “I’m not finished saying my piece.”
Dawn
wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the rest of his “piece” if it involved any more
one-sided rules and restrictions. She studied the room again for any sign of
first-aid equipment, trying not to look at all the empty condom boxes or the
shiny wrappers strewn across the floor or think about what they meant.
“I got
something else to say.” Cade’s voice held an uncharacteristically sharp edge.
“What are you looking at?”
Her
cheeks heated and she scrambled for words. “Lots of . . . pizza boxes. What
kind of pizza do you like?”
“Pizza?”
“I don’t
know that much about you. What kind of pizza do you like?”
“Meat.”
She let
out an exasperated sigh. “Can you be more specific? Pepperoni, sausage, ham,
bacon—?”
“Just
meat. Lots of it.” His brow creased. “You?”
“I’m
kinda into veggies. Not that I don’t occasionally indulge in a Slim Fred’s Meat
Feast when I’m hanging with Banks at his place watching the fights, but usually
I like to keep it healthy.”
He lifted
an eyebrow. “What else you want to know?”
Hmmm. A
rare insight into Cade and what made him tick. She wanted to know everything,
but from the way he was looking at her—focused, intent, like a predator sizing
up its prey—she would have to be judicious with her questions. “Music.”
“Mostly
’seventies legends like Bob Seger, Lynyrd Skynyrd, and the Allman Brothers and
hard-rock bands like W.A.S.P. and Great White.”
“Typical
of a biker and not very revealing.” Dawn sighed. “I don’t suppose you harbor a
secret love for Justin Bieber or Taylor Swift?”
Cade’s
nose wrinkled. “Girl crap. Don’t listen to it.”
“I like
‘girl crap,’ as you call it. I also like jazz.”
“That’s
’cause you’re a girl.”
“I’m a
woman.” She lifted an eyebrow in censure and he gave her a smoldering, sensual
look that made her instantly wet.
“That I
fucking know. And ’cause of that, there’s no hanging out with Banks, ’cause he
knows that, too.” He crossed the floor toward her, eating up the distance
between them with easy strides of his long legs. “You want to listen to girl
crap and hang out and eat pizza, you do it with me. And forget the veg. How are
you gonna keep those curves if you’re just eating green shit?”
He was so
close now she could feel the heat radiating off his body, breathe in his scent
of leather, crisp spring air, and the sharp odor of blood. “You like my
curves?”
“Love your
curves, babe. Couldn’t have made it through that fucking ambush if I didn’t
have these curves to think about.”
The Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club Series
Reading Order
Beyond the Cut (Book Two)
About the Author:
New
York Times and USA Today bestselling author Sarah Castille worked and travelled
abroad before trading her briefcase and stilettos for a handful of magic beans
and a home near the Canadian Rockies. She writes contemporary erotic romance
and romantic suspense featuring blazingly hot alpha heroes and the women who
tame them. Her books include the bestselling “Redemption” fighter romance
series, and the dark, gritty Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club romance series.
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