Meet Cade & Dawn in Beyond the Cut on June 2nd!
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.”
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 Cut by New York Times
bestselling author Sarah Castille.
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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