He’s hell on wheels and she’s the one
who got away. Sinner’s Steel, the third
novel in the Sinner’s Motorcycle Club series is a vivid and powerful MC romance
from Sarah Castille. Fans of Joanna
Wylde and Kristen Ashley’s biker romances will love this intense, rough and raw
addition to the Sinner's Motorcycle
Club series.
Title:
Sinner’s Steel
Author:
Sarah Castille
Series:
Sinner’s Tribe
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 6, 2015
Publisher: St. Martin’s Paperbacks
Print Length: 352 pages
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…
Links for Book 1, Rough Justice:
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Links for Book 2,
Beyond the Cut:
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“I can’t do
this.” Evie pulled away, her cheeks burning with a flush of heat. She knew
Zane, the dark, passionate, slightly awkward high-school senior who made her
stomach flutter when he smiled; the boy with a good heart who’d been dealt a
bad hand in life; her protector and one-time friend. But this man . . . this
biker—broad and heavily muscled, tatted and pierced, ruthless and dominant, who
walked and talked with confidence and swagger, and so easily manipulated her
body, awakening long dormant passion and desire—was a stranger to her.
A stranger who
made her body respond with a single touch. A stranger who ignited a blazing hot
chemistry that made her feel alive. A stranger who had disappeared when her
father’s body was still warm on the ground.
Zane released a
tortured breath and turned her to face him. “Things didn’t go right between us
when we met the other day. We had things we needed to say, and we didn’t get to
say them.” His corded throat tightened when he swallowed. “Ask me, Evie.”
Emotion welled up
in her chest, pushing the words to the tip of her tongue. Although she knew the
question was a betrayal in itself, she needed to hear the truth. For Ty. And
for her own peace of mind. “Did you kill my dad?”
“No, sweetheart.
It wasn’t me.”
Her breath left
her in a rush, her knees giving way. If not for his arms around her, she would
have fallen to the ground.
“In my heart I
knew, but I needed to hear it,” she whispered.
“And I needed to
say it.” He brushed a rough finger over her cheek. “After I saw you again, and
we had words, I thought we were done. I thought I wouldn’t be able to get over
the fact you didn’t wait for me. But I couldn’t stop thinking about you. When I
was at your place, and T-Rex had his hands on you . . .” He drew in a ragged breath. "We’re not
done, Evie. I don’t expect you to forgive me for leaving the way I did, and
maybe one day I will understand why you didn’t wait, but I will never be done
with you.” He cupped her face between his hands and kissed her.
At first, his
lips were soft, hesitant, as if he thought she might slap him again, but when a
low moan escaped her lips, he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer as he
ravaged her mouth. Evie wrapped her arms around him and molded her body against
his as she met every desperate stroke of his tongue with one of her own. His
grip tightened and when she tried to pull away, gasping for breath, he nipped
her bottom lip demanding more.
Shocked by the
intensity of her reaction, she wrenched herself away, the rapid rise and fall
of her chest matching his, but when she took a step back, he followed, one hand
curled behind her neck, the other gentle on her hip as he pressed his lips to
her temple. “I got shit to do tonight, but I need to see you again. I’ll swing
by your place tomorrow night.”
Her blood
chilled, and not just because she wasn’t ready for him to meet Ty. “You can’t. I
. . . I have plans.”
“Cancel them.”
God, those two
words, demanding and defiant, laced with expectation and desire, did strange
things to her stomach. If it had been anyone else she had agreed to meet for
dinner, she would have done as he asked. But she had no way of contacting Viper
other than making a trip to his clubhouse, which she wasn’t prepared to do, and
as Connie said, he wasn’t the kind of man to blow off in such a casual manner.
Plus, she needed some distance. Kissing Zane had never been in the program.
“I can’t.”
“Then I’ll find
you.” He didn’t wait for a response. Instead he reached over her for the paint
box, then took her hand and led her out of the closet, as if he could keep her
from running with only his touch.
It would be so easy to give in
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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