Meet Cade & Dawn in Beyond the Cut on June 2nd!
Blurb
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.
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
Rough Justice (Book One)
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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