Meet Cade & Dawn in Beyond the Cut on June 2nd!
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.
“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.”
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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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