Beyond the Cut by Sarah Castille
(Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club #2)
Publication date: June 2nd 2015
Genres: Adult, Romance
(Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club #2)
Publication date: June 2nd 2015
Genres: Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
As a teen, Dawn Delgado 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. Ten years later, Dawn is determined to start over again—and be the kind of woman, and mother, she was meant to be. Could it be that Cade “Ryder” O’Connor, a member of a rival club, is the answer to her prayers?
Will He Give Her the Ride of Her Life?
A loyal member of the Sinner’s Tribe, gritty outlaw Cade is another hard-living, hard-riding biker who’s willing to sacrifice everything that defines him—because that’s what losing the cut means. Dawn can’t deny the full-speed attraction that blazes between them, or the safety she feels in his leather-clad embrace. But will Cade’s love lead her down the road to her dreams? Or will she arrive at yet another dead end?
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Excerpts
EXCERPT 1 (432 words)
“I’m
not injured everywhere.” The deep rumble of his voice made her skin tingle.
“Seriously?”
Dawn swallowed hard as her hands followed the shirt up his torso, her fingers
brushing over heated skin and hard muscle. God, he was magnificent, all taut
pecs and rippling abs. Even the bruises couldn’t mar the perfection of his
body. “How can you be thinking of sex at a time like this?”
His
voice dropped, husky and low. “’Cause you’re standin’ between my legs wearing a
tiny pair of shorts that only cover the top of your ass cheeks, and a damn
tight top that doesn’t hide what you’re thinking.” He leaned forward in the
chair, so close she could feel his breath on her skin. “And nothing
underneath.”
Dawn’s
breath hitched and her blood heated, thundered through her veins. Until this
moment, focused on Cade’s injuries, her attire had been totally irrelevant.
“How do you know I have nothing underneath?”
Cade
traced lazy circles up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, pausing at edge
of her cotton PJ shorts. Dawn stilled as her brain clouded with desire. It was
always this way with Cade: A chemistry so potent she was surprised they didn’t
combust.
“Let’s
see.” He slid his finger inside her shorts and stroked along the sensitive
crease at the top of her thigh, sending a zing of electricity straight to her
core.
“Hmmm.
Can’t tell. Spread for me, baby. Let me in.”
Her
face flushed. God, the things he said did all the wrong things to the right
parts of her body. “Cade . . . this isn’t the time. You’re hurt.
Let me look after you.”
He
grabbed her hips, pulling her so close she could feel his heat through her
clothes. Dawn breathed in his scent of blood and grass, mixed with heady aroma
of leather and manly musk, and a delicious shiver ran up her spine.
“You
are taking care of me,” he said. “Man gets in a fight. Hurts all over. He wants
to feel good. He wants something to make him forget the pain. And you—all soft
and sexy and smellin’ like flowers—will do the trick.”
“I
thought you came here for help.” Dawn made a token effort at resistance and
raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t realize it was a booty call.”
“You got
the nicest booty I ever seen.” Cade slid a hand down her hip, and then gave her
ass a squeeze. Before she could move away, his finger was inside her shorts,
stroking over the bare skin of her folds. She gasped as moisture flooded her
sex, and her nipples tightened beneath her thin cotton tank. Had she really
thought things would be different from every other time they’d been together?
“Naughty
girl,” he whispered. “You go to bed without your panties and someone might take
advantage.”
EXCERPT 2 (402 words)
“I
can’t behave around you.” His voice dropped, husky and low. “Last time we were
together—”
“Was
the last time we will be together.” Disconcerted by the intensity of her
feelings, she pulled away. “I had a good time with you, but I’m not interested
in getting involved. I have my hands full with work, and the girls, and the
custody fight.” She was good at building walls to protect herself. Even with
him, she’d given her body but kept a lock on her heart.
At
least, she thought she had, but when he leaned down and brushed his lips over
hers, her betraying heart stuttered in her chest.
“You’re
interested in getting involved with me,” he whispered. “Otherwise you wouldn’t
have invited me to sleep in your bed. You think I’m hot.”
Dawn
lifted an eyebrow. “Is this part of the seduction technique you use to lure
sweet, sexy young things into your bed?”
He
nuzzled her neck, feathering kisses along her jaw as one hand curved over her
ass. She should push him away. Run. Hide. Pretend she didn’t enjoy having a
badass biker whisper naughty words in her ear in the middle of the playground
as he set her blood on fire. But she couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Instead,
she closed her eyes and went along for the ride, tilting her head to the side
to give him better access.
“That’s
my girl,” he murmured against her ear. “She’s sweet. She’s sexy. And she wants
me in her bed, my hands on her body, my mouth between her—”
“Mom.”
Somewhere
in the distance, someone was calling her name. This wasn’t a dream; it was
real. And she’d almost made the same mistake with him again. She jerked back,
her cheeks flushing at her uncharacteristic loss of control.
“I
can’t believe you.” She shook off her lust-induced haze and pulled away. “We’re
in the playground.”
A sly
smile tugged at his lips. “Swings. Chains. Gives me so many ideas.”
“You’re
filthy.” And she loved it. But she would never let him know.
“So are
you, if I recall correctly.” He licked his lips and Dawn’s throat tightened.
God, he looked like he wanted to do her right here. And if not for her girls,
and the playground full of people, and the fact it was illegal, and it was the
middle of the day, she might have agreed.
AUTHOR BIO:
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Sarah Castille, writes contemporary erotic romance and romantic suspense featuring blazingly hot alpha heroes and the women who tame them. A recovering lawyer and caffeine addict, she worked and traveled abroad before trading her briefcase and stilettos for a handful of magic beans and a home near the Canadian Rockies.
Author links:
http://sarahcastille.com/
Author links:
http://sarahcastille.com/
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