Beyond the
Cut by Sarah Castille
(Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club #2)
Publication date: June 2nd 2015
Genres: Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
She’s
Holding on Tight.
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?
Excerpt
“I’m meeting
a friend who’s seeing the deputy sheriff. Dawn . . .” Christ. He
didn’t even know her last name. Par for the course. He usually didn’t care
about a woman’s last name when he was buried deep inside her. Or her first
name, for that matter. But Dawn wasn’t like the others and he silently berated
himself for not making the effort.
“Dawn. No
last name.” The receptionist lifted a manicured eyebrow in censure, and Cade
scowled.
“Just make
the call.”
Five minutes
later, accompanied by two suspicious police officers, he walked into the intake
area of the sheriff’s office. An assortment of drunks, vagrants, and a few high
school girls in cuffs were seated in the waiting area. All the desks were in
use, and the air was thick with the stench of unwashed bodies, old cigarettes,
and pastrami.
The lead
member of his entourage gestured to a desk in the corner where Dawn sat across
from a cop with brown hair and the chiselled good looks of those losers on the
front of men’s magazines. Cade snorted at the frickin’ gigantic shiny badge on
the dude’s blue shirt, but his derision faded when the deputy met Cade’s gaze
and then reached over the desk to clasp Dawn’s hand.
A growl
escaped Cade’s lips. So that was the game. Bastard thought he could put his
hands all over Cade’s girl.
Okay.
Technically, she wasn’t his girl. But he’d slept with her, wanted to sleep with
her again, and he’d had a good time with her and her kids on Sunday afternoon.
Hell, he’d even missed joining Gunner and Sparky at a little pool party with
Delilah and the girls from Peelers Strip Club. Now, that was something he would
never live down.
His gaze
still on Cade, the deputy stroked Dawn’s hand.
How fucking
pathetic. Was that his idea of a challenge? Seated at his fucking desk in a
collared shirt, patting Dawn’s hand? He’d give anything right now to get the
deputy outside in the alley. Pansy ass would go down with one punch.
Guaranteed. And the guy was an idiot if he thought he’d rile Cade up enough to
risk assaulting a police officer. Not that Cade was afraid of doing time, but
he had business to take care of first, and item number one was to get the
deputy’s paws off his woman.
“Thought you
were done with bikers,” the deputy said, loud enough for Cade to hear. Cade
snorted and put more effort into thudding his boots across the tiles and
rattling the chain hanging from his belt.
Let the
fucking games begin.
About the Author
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.
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