Sinner’s Steel by Sarah Castille
(Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club #3)
Published by: St. Martin’s Press
Publication date: October 6th 2015
Genres: Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
HE’S HELL ON WHEELS.
Tall, dark, and dangerously handsome, Zane “Tracker” Colter is the strong, silent type of tattooed muscle biker who drives women wild. But as a master of strategy for the outlaw MC club, Sinner’s Tribe, he doesn’t have time to play around with groupies and biker chicks-especially when he can’t stop thinking about Evie, the girl who got away…
SHE’S PLAYING WITH FIRE.
Evie’s been in love with Zane ever since they were children-until he broke her heart and disappeared. Now he’s back in her life, bigger and badder than ever. Zane is stunned by how beautiful and confident Evie’s become, using her artistic talent to customize motorcycles. He wants her so bad, he’d ride through fire to win her back. There’s one problem: Evie is dating his deadliest rival-the leader of the Black Jacks-and if Evie and Zane hook up, there’ll be hell to pay…
Sarah Castille’s Sinner’s Tribe series is:
“Raw, rugged, and romantic.” -Eden Bradley, New York Times bestselling author
“A sexy and dangerous ride!”-Roni Loren, New York Times bestselling author
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Excerpt 1
A
gunshot cracked the silence, and then another. Zane's heart pounded and he slid
his hand into his cut, closing his fingers around his gun. "Stay here
until I come back for you. Hide." He ran back into the store and spotted
Shooter just outside the front door, firing his gun into the trees.
"Who
is it?” He shouted from the cover of the doorway. “You see Axle? One of the
Jacks?"
"Squirrel."
Shooter yelled. "Red tail. Tricky little bugger but I got him trapped in
that bush."
"Jesus
fucking Christ.” Zane ran over to Shooter and grabbed his wrist. “Put the
weapon down." He unleashed all his tension in a volley of curses directed
at Shooter, his mental state, his mother, and his dubious parentage. "This
is a surveillance mission. That means you don’t draw attention to yourself. You
don't shoot things. Gunfire has a nasty tendency to rile up civilians and then
they call the cops. And right now the ATF are camped out in the sheriff’s office.
You want to explain to the fucking ATF why you're shooting squirrels on private
property?"
"He
was on your bike, gnawing on your seat."
"Gimme
that gun." Zane grabbed the weapon and fired three shots into the bush.
"Take that you goddamn fucking bastard," he hollered. "You wanna
eat my leather? Now you're gonna be eatin' crow."
"You
missed."
Zane
handed him the gun. "You got a new job now, prospect. Clean my seat, fix
the leather, then bring me that fucking squirrel's hide."
"Yes,
sir."
Adrenaline
pounded through his veins as he returned to the store, whether from the
shoot-out or finding out Evie had split with Mark he didn't know, but damned if
he could get himself under control. He took a few deep breaths as he crossed
through into the shop, clenching and unclenching his fist by his side.
"Evie?"
"Here."
Her voice was faint. "Can I come out now?"
He
followed her voice to a storage closet at the far end of the shop and found her
reaching for a tube of paint on the top shelf.
"I
figured I’d tidy up while I was in here and I saw a box of paint I’d forgotten
about. Could you get it down for me?" Half in the shadows of the small,
musty room, she looked back over her shoulder. "I'm not quite tall
enough."
Zane
walked up behind her and grabbed the box. His body brushed up against her, his
hips against her ass, his chest to her back, his chin brushing over her
floral-scented hair.
Walk away. Walk away.
Walk the hell away.
He
slid his free hand around her waist and pulled her against his body. So
perfect. So right.
"Zane."
Her voice came out in a choked whisper.
"You're
not with Mark?" He leaned down and pressed his lips to her ear, inhaling
her scent of jasmine as the adrenaline streamed through his veins, straight
down to his groin.
"No."
His
hand splayed over her stomach, pulling her close, and he nuzzled the hair away
from her neck. "You got a man, Evie?"
"No."
Her voice wavered. "But . . . I kinda . . .”
He
shoved the box onto a lower shelf and reached around to catch her jaw in his
hand, pulling her head back against his shoulder, exposing her neck to the
heated slide of his lips. Somewhere, in the foggy recesses of his mind, he knew
he was being too rough, but he was barely in control and rough was as gentle as
he could be. "So no one's gonna shoot me between the eyes if I do
this?" With his thumb he gently stroked the underside of her breast.
Evie
sucked in a sharp breath, trembled. "No."
His
hand slid higher, tracing over her ribs until he held the full weight of her
breast in his palm. "You gonna stop me from touching you,
sweetheart?" He feathered kisses along the column of her neck, praying she
didn't deny him because he was already so far gone he didn't know if he would
be able to stop.
"Zane."
She shuddered, her nipples peaking beneath her thin cotton tank top. He circled
one taut nipple with his thumb and she groaned and wiggled her ass against his
erection, nestled tight in the crack of her cheeks.
"Stop
me, Evie,” he whispered. “Because I can't stop myself."
She
melted against him with a sigh, her body softening. For the briefest of moments
he soared, higher and higher, soaking in her light, her warmth, her essence . .
.
He
should have known what would happen if he flew too close to the sun.
Excerpt 2
“What
about you and me?”
Her
mouth went dry, and her stomach churned. “There isn’t a you and me outside of
Ty. I have my life, Zane and you have yours. We don’t have anything in common
anymore.”
“And
you and Viper do?” His voice dropped to a growl, so fierce and low the tree
frogs stopped croaking, silencing the night. “How’d you wind up with that piece
of shit?”
“He
came to the shop for some paint work. I didn’t know much about the Jacks so I
thought he was just another biker. He was charming, intelligent . . . probably
the most interesting guy I'd met to since coming to Conundrum. When he came
back a third time for a touch-up on his fender, he asked me out. Bill told me
who he was and said I should be careful."
"Probably
made you want him more," he said quietly.
"Maybe
it did. Maybe I wanted to prove to myself I could handle a man like him—the way
I couldn't handle Mark—and that I didn't need anyone to save me. I made a
decision to take control of my life when things went wrong with Mark. I
realized I'd spent too much time chasing a dream of finding someone to look
after me when really I needed to look after myself. But that's not all it was.
I liked him, and I was flattered by his attention. I enjoy his company. I'm not
ashamed of that.” She turned back to the house and Zane grabbed her arm,
spinning her back to face him.
“You’re
done with him. I don’t give a fucking damn how you feel about him, or what
you’ve got going on. He’s a vicious, ruthless, coldhearted bastard. I know you
got that wild in you, and maybe that’s why you’re with him, but he’s dangerous
and I won’t let him near you or my son.”
Evie
shook him off, anger warring with confusion, her emotions battling against her
aching want for the only man she’d ever loved. “Maybe the reason I was with him
is because he reminded me of you.”
Wrong
thing to say. Eyes glittering, he lunged for her, clasping her wrist in his
warm palm, pulling her to him. “Then be with me.”
“I
can’t.” Her throat tightened and she had to force the words out. “What we had
is broken and it can’t be fixed. I can’t do this with you again. I just
couldn’t bear to be with you and have you disappear again. And I've moved on. I
don't need you that way anymore.”
He
wrapped his arms around her, buried his face in her neck. “What we had is still
there. I can feel it and I know you feel it, too.”
His
warmth seeped into her skin, his arms strong around her. Yes, their chemistry
was still there. She could feel it pulsing through veins, an arousal so fierce
she could feel it in her fingers and toes.
“Kiss
me.” Zane’s voice was hoarse, tight. “Kiss me and tell me you don’t feel what I
feel. Kiss me and tell me you want him and not me.”
Unable
to pull herself away, her mind clouded with desire, she acquiesced to his
demand. Twining her fingers through his hair, she pulled him down and kissed
him. Zane groaned and squeezed her so tight, she could feel the press of his
buckle against her stomach. His tongue tangled with hers and he took over,
returning her kiss with an intensity that left her breathless and made her
knees tremble. She ached for him, wanted nothing more than to strip off his
clothes and drown in the heat of his body.
“I
wanna see you, my sweet Evie. I wanna bare your body, lick every inch of you,
feel your skin against mine. I wanna be inside you so deep you forget
everything but me.”
Evie
took a quick glance to each side to make sure they weren’t in view of the
neighbors, but with the trees around them, and a field to the back, there were
well hidden in the shadows. And although she knew she should refuse him, walk
away and hold firm to her resolve, she licked the taste of him
off her lips and whispered, “Yes.”
AUTHOR BIO:
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. She is the author of the Redemption series, the Sinner’s Tribe MC series, and the Legal Heat series. 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 on Vancouver Island.
Find her at:
Website: http://www.sarahcastille.com
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Thanks for sharing the excerpt, I can't wait to read this series...I have books 1 and 2 but haven't read them yet, time to play catch up :D
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