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BEYOND THE CUT
by SARAH CASTILLE June 2, 2015 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… See where it all began with book 1 of the Sinner’s Tribe series, Rough Justice. Get More information at: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | iTunes
EXCERPT
“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.”
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. Connect with Sarah at: Website | Facebook | Twitter | GoodReads | 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 Cutby New York Times bestselling author Sarah Castille. The Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club Series Reading Order Rough Justice (Book One) Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1JShtlC Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1Q7GYPA Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1PJiwJi Kobo: http://bit.ly/1IWH0uJ iBooks: http://apple.co/1LDEmYN Beyond the Cut (Book Two) Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1PJi4uH Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1Q7GSHt Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1LAC0cz Kobo: http://bit.ly/1BmsC76 iBooks: http://apple.co/1Szs34y 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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Enter HERE BEYOND THE CUT by SARAH CASTILLE 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… See where it all began with book 1 of the Sinner’s Tribe series, Rough Justice. Get More information at: Goodreads | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | iTunes EXCERPT “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.” Support the release of BEYOND THE CUT by joining the Thunderclap campaign •PRE ORDER exclusive• As a special gift, readers who have pre-ordered BEYOND THE CUT (Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club #2), will receive an exclusive Pre-Order Bonus Scene that was cut from the final version of the book. The Pre-Order Bonus Scene is open internationally, through any vendor. All you have to do is fill out the form below between now and Midnight June 1, 2015 EST with the required information and you will receive the bonus scene after June 2nd. Form link- http://bit.ly/SaCaBonus 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. Connect with Sarah at: Website | Facebook | Twitter | GoodReads Full Contact by Sarah Castille (Redemption #3) Published by: Sourcebooks Casablanca Publication date: April 7th 2015 Genres: Adult, Erotica, Romance Goodreads SYNOPSIS When you can’t resist the one person who could destroy you… Sia O’Donnell can’t help but push the limits. She secretly attends every underground MMA fight featuring The Predator, the undisputed champion. When he stalks his prey in the ring, Sia is mesmerized. He is dominant and dangerous and every instinct tells her to run. Every beautiful thing Ray “The Predator” touches he knows he’ll eventually destroy. Soft, sweet and innocent, Sia is the light to Ray’s darkness-and completely irresistible. From the moment he lays eyes on her, he knows he’s going to have to put his dark past behind him to win her body and soul. ***Buy Links*** Amazon US B&N REVIEW 5 Stars This is third book in Redemption series. If you haven’t read first two don’t worry. In my opinion you can read it like standalone. In this story we have two broken persons. Sia and Ray. They both are so broken that I cried for them. Sia is tattoo artist. It happened that she with her boss and crew ended in Redemption tattoo parlor. There was Ray too. She watched him for over a year in fight ring but never talked with him. Until one day. I really liked mystery in this book. Ray was like big secret that I wanted to reveal. And touch :D He was hard and rough when Sia was soft and gentle. They were perfect for each other. I really loved all character in this book. Jess (Sia’s bff) was so supporting and funny that I envy for Sia. We all need to have friend like that! Tag (Sia’s brother) in some ways was too much protector for me. I know I know what happened to Sia was awful but I think he needed to be less protecting. I really hated Doctor Death’s behavior (he is fighter in Redemption). Do not touch who is not belong for you! I really like Redemption boys! So if you too like hot MMA fighters you need to meet them too! ;)
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. Author links: Website Goodreads
Full Contact, the third standalone book in the Redemption fighter romance series by NYT and USA Today Bestselling Author Sarah Castille
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Ray wraps his arms around me and holds me tight as if something terrible has happened and he doesn’t want to let me go.
Full Contact. This is how Ray speaks when his emotions overwhelm him. I melt into his stillness. His body is hot and hard, his breath warm on my neck. He smells of leather and sweat, sex and sin. Nothing can tear me away. When you can’t resist the one person who could destroy you… Sia O’Donnell can’t help but push the limits. She secretly attends every underground MMA fight featuring The Predator, the undisputed champion. When he stalks his prey in the ring, Sia is mesmerized. He is dominant and dangerous and every instinct tells her to run. Every beautiful thing Ray “The Predator” touches he knows he’ll eventually destroy. Soft, sweet and innocent, Sia is the light to Ray’s darkness-and completely irresistible. From the moment he lays eyes on her, he knows he’s going to have to put his dark past behind him to win her body and soul.
EXCERPT
My gaze drifts below his belt, to the bulge in his jeans. He is fully erect, his shaft straining against his fly. A naughty thrill of excitement shoots through my veins. He’s aroused because of me. “Um...do you want to take a break before I apply the stencil?” He shakes his head, then leans forward and sweeps his hand through my hair, letting the strands slide through his fingers. A sigh escapes my lips as delicious sensations sweep through my body. I am on fire. And although I’ve been with men before, I’ve never been immobilized by a single touch. “So soft.” He runs his hand over my hair again, this time trailing his fingers along my shoulder. His thumb glides over my throat and he curls his hand around my neck. “So fucking delicate.” I am burning. Consumed by fire. A burst of need drives a whimper up my throat, and I choke it back as his thumb circles the sensitive hollow at the base of my neck. Firm. Unyielding. Dominant. With one squeeze, he could break me. The way I was broken before. The way he broke the butterfly. And yet nothing could tear me away from this moment. “Sia.” He says my name softly, drawing out the last syllable in a gravelly murmur, almost like a prayer. My brain fuzzes with lust, and I surrender to the thrill of his touch, the pounding of my pulse in my veins, the desire that has haunted me since I first saw him in the ring. My head falls back, my lips part, and I drown in the depths of an azure sea. With a low groan, Ray turns sideways in the chair, dropping his legs to the floor. With his hand still cupped around my neck, he pulls me between his legs, the casters on my stool squeaking in gentle protest. I circle my arms around his neck and my breasts rub against his bare chest. The press of his erection against my stomach sends a rush of moisture to my sex. “Jesus Christ.” His voice drops husky and low. “You’re killing me.” He leans down and sweeps my hair behind my shoulder, then nuzzles my neck. Sensation sears through my body and I tilt my head to the side to give him better access. So unprofessional. What if Slim comes out? Overcome with the fulfillment of a year’s worth of longing, I can’t bring myself to care. He feathers kisses over my cheek and I lick my lips in anticipation. This is really happening. He’s going to kiss me again. A real hands-on- the-body Predator kiss. A bell tinkles behind me. Damn front door. Damn customers who come after hours. I’m not turning around. I want my kiss. Ray glances up and stiffens. “Holy shit.”
REVIEW
5 Stars This is third book in Redemption series. If you haven’t read first two don’t worry. In my opinion you can read it like standalone. In this story we have two broken persons. Sia and Ray. They both are so broken that I cried for them. Sia is tattoo artist. It happened that she with her boss and crew ended in Redemption tattoo parlor. There was Ray too. She watched him for over a year in fight ring but never talked with him. Until one day. I really liked mystery in this book. Ray was like big secret that I wanted to reveal. And touch :D He was hard and rough when Sia was soft and gentle. They were perfect for each other. I really loved all character in this book. Jess (Sia’s bff) was so supporting and funny that I envy for Sia. We all need to have friend like that! Tag (Sia’s brother) in some ways was too much protector for me. I know I know what happened to Sia was awful but I think he needed to be less protecting. I really hated Doctor Death’s behavior (he is fighter in Redemption). Do not touch who is not belong for you! I really like Redemption boys! So if you too like hot MMA fighters you need to meet them too! ;)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Sarah Castille, writes contemporary erotic romance and romantic suspense featuring blazingly hot alpha males and the women who tame them. A recovering lawyer and caffeine addict, she worked and travelled abroad before trading in her briefcase and stilettos for a handful of magic beans and a home in shadow of the Rocky Mountains. Sarah loves to connect with readers. Sign up for her newsletter to hear about new releases: http://bit.ly/LgFZlb Connect with her at: Website Goodreads Rough Justice by Sarah Castille (Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club #1) Published by: St. Martin’s Press Publication date: February 3rd 2015 Genres: Adult, Romance Goodreads SYNOPSIS From bestselling author Sarah Castille comes a scorching new series featuring red-hot, hard-riding bikers and the women who can’t help but love them… IT TAKES A GOOD, STRONG WOMAN Raised in a motorcycle gang, tough, beautiful Arianne Hunter has always dreamed of a normal life. But no sooner does she escape her father’s domineering grasp than she wakes up to find herself in a rival gang’s clubhouse—at the mercy of the dangerously sexy Jagger Knight. TO TAME A MAN WHO’S HELL ON WHEELS. The alpha leader of the notorious Sinner’s Tribe, Jagger Knight is all muscle, all biker, and all man. But somewhere inside this hard tattooed outlaw, Arianne senses a kindred spirit—and she can’t ignore their tempestuous attraction. Can she beat him at his own game in a revved-up blaze of glory? Or will their passion spark a war that’s the end of the road for them both? ***Buy Links*** Amazon US B&N EXCERPT There are no men like me “They will not harm you again, Arianne,” he said, his voice low and even. “You have my word.” His word. A tremor went through her hands and her body slumped in relief. A biker’s word was his bond, not given lightly, upheld as a matter of pride and respect and for the honor of the club. “Don’t judge me, Arianne.” His voice sharpened with warning. “If what you told me is true, and you grew up in this world, then you, of all people, should understand it. Maybe even better than me. Most of the Sinners are ex- military. They are violent men used to being led with a heavy hand. If I let one step out of line, I’ll have a situation out of control. No law. No order. And that would put citizens at risk. I can’t let that happen. Hell, it was the reason I became president in the first place.” “Okay.” Her strangled whisper deepened his frown and he drew her closer, until she could feel the heat of his body, inhale the intoxicating scent of his cologne. “They were patched in before my time,” he continued, although he owed her no explanation. “Most of the brothers who didn’t share my philosophy left the club when I became president. Axle and his supporters stayed, thinking my first term as president would be my last.” “Not ambition and a burning need for power?” She gave him an incredulous look and Jagger laughed, defusing the tension. “They obviously didn’t know you well.” His face softened at last and his lips quirked at the corners. He liked the flattery, she realized, even if it was tongue-in-cheek, and she enjoyed making him smile. Maybe too much. “That, too.” He opened a disinfectant wipe and gently patted the tiny cut on her throat. Disconcerted by the sudden change in his demeanor, she allowed him to minister to her, wincing at the sting when the disinfectant touched her open wound. “And you do?” “I know men like you.” And yet she’d never felt so at ease with a man as powerful and dominant as Jagger—not that many of those existed. She still couldn’t believe the way she was speaking to him—challenging, sarcastic, teasing—and she marveled at the words that were coming out of her mouth. “I’m hurting you.” “I find it hard to believe you’d be concerned about something like that after what you just did to Axle.” She also found it hard to believe he would care enough to treat her wound personally. And how many MC presidents claimed they’d taken the throne to protect civilians? Jagger gave her a slow, appraising glance and then turned away. “There are no men like me.” REVIEW 5 Stars Sarah’s debut with this MC book blow me! Like seriously! She nailed it! I really like MC books and I read them a lot, so when I’m saying that this book was like fresh air I’m not lying. Jagger is MC president. He is lonely until his clubhouse was set on fire and he meets beautiful green eyed girl Arianne. She is real hell cat! And only Jagger can tame her. This book has great plot line and twists. I never was bored while I was reading this story. There is a villain, love, passion, true friendship. About Arianne. Like I said she is real hell cat! She wants to do everything by herself and she isn’t scared of some bikers. She grew with them! Jagger…..oh he is real man. Lonely warrior until Arianne; he never wanted to have old lady until her. He is real alpha male who will protect his girl, club and true friends. There also was supporting characters that I loved too. Dawn was good friend. And I really want to read her story because I can feel that she has some dark secrets. Jagger’s friend Zane left me wondering about his broken heart too. Also there was one character that I wanted to strangle! I will not tell you who he was but it was close to Arianne. Soo….like I said before it was like fresh air in MC books! Loved it and I will definitely read next books in this story! ABOUT THE AUTHOR New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Sarah Castille, writes contemporary erotic romance and romantic suspense featuring blazingly hot alpha males and the women who tame them. A recovering lawyer and caffeine addict, she worked and travelled abroad before trading in her briefcase and stilettos for a handful of magic beans and a home in shadow of the Rocky Mountains. Sarah loves to connect with readers. Sign up for her newsletter to hear about new releases: http://bit.ly/LgFZlb or find her at: Author links: Website Goodreads |
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