Meet Zane & Evie in
Sinner’s Steel on October 6th!
Blurb
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... in Sinner's Steel.
Excerpt
#1 (New to Blitz)
“What are you looking for?" She
looked down, letting her hair cover her face so he couldn't see the flush in
her cheeks. "I have a few hours free this afternoon, and since Bill isn’t
there, I don’t mind going in to help you out. Ty…my son…is with a friend.”
“Paint.”
God, this was as bad as getting Ty
to tell her about his day at school. “Do you need to buy paint or are you
looking for artwork?”
“Art. Yours.”
Evie fought back a smile. Zane had
always reverted to monosyllabic answers in emotionally stressful situations,
and she had a feeling his stress wasn’t because of T-Rex and Tank shirking
their duties. “You want to see my portfolio and some samples or do you have
something in mind?” She sidestepped around him, heading for the door so she
could grab her purse. Her body brushed against his and just that tiny touch—the
feel of his hard chest against her breasts, the scent of his leather cut—sent
her pulse skyrocketing, and stumbled.
Zane put out a hand to steady her,
then suddenly yanked her against him, holding her fast with an arm around her
waist. "You were always touching me, Evie," he murmured. "Drove
me outta my fucking mind. You playing games with me now?"
Her chest expanded and she sucked in
some badly needed air. This wasn't Zane the teenager, who fumbled with her
clothes beside the creek, his hand shaking as he touched her bare skin. This
was Zane the man, confident, self-assured and strong, with a dominance that
made her knees weak and a body that made her mouth water.
Dangerous. Maybe even a killer.
No. She pushed the thought away.
Even after she gave up hope of seeing him again, she never believed he was
responsible for her father’s death.
"We should go." She pulled
away, at least she thought she did, but his hand stayed firm on her lower back.
"I'll show you my portfolio."
“Saw it when I stopped by the shop
on my way here. You got real talent. Always did.”
“You broke into the shop?” The
warmth of his hand seeped through her body making it difficult to keep her
spine stiff and her indignation firm.
A half grin spread across his face,
and his shoulders relaxed. “Thought maybe you were unconscious inside since the
hours on the door said the shop was open on Sunday.”
“And you didn’t think to call Tank
or T-Rex who were parked outside my house?”
“I’m a man of action, sweetheart.”
He nuzzled the side of her face, the rasp of his breath in her ear so damn
erotic she wanted nothing more than to drag him into her house and do something
insanely stupid.
"I hope you didn’t rampage
through the shop during your break-in. It's partly my business, too."
He jerked back and his smile faded.
"You think I’m gonna steal from you?"
She cringed at his sharp tone, but
better to have him annoyed than sexy and seductive. "You are an outlaw
biker. Isn't that what you do? Mayhem, theft, arson…the more illegal the
better?"
"We do what we gotta do to live
the way we want to live."
Evie pulled away, putting some
much-needed space between them. "The way I want to live includes having a
way to pay the rent, and that's not going down if anything happens to the shop.
Plus, Axle won’t be back. I told Jagger, but he didn’t believe me. He was just
delivering a message from someone.” She turned to the door, cringing at the
reveal she hadn’t intended to make, but before she could step inside, Zane clamped
a hand on her shoulder.
“Who?”
Her heart pounded a warning, but she
couldn’t outright lie, and the question suggested he already knew the answer.
“Viper.”
Zane hissed in a breath. “What was
the message?”
She twisted a lock of hair around
her finger, and looked back at him over her shoulder. “It’s…sort of…personal.
We’re…um…friends.”
His gaze locked on her finger and
his eyes narrowed. Damn. He knew her anxiety tell as well as she knew his.
“Viper doesn’t have friends.”
“Maybe you don’t know him that
well.”
He released her and took a step
back. “Maybe I don’t know you.”
**EXCERPTS
WERE PREVIOUSLY POSTED**
Excerpt #2
Teaser: Kiss Me
“I loved you.” She choked back a sob
as the words she’d held back for nine years spilled out. “I never thought for a
moment you were responsible. I had faith in you, but you didn’t have the same
faith in me. You broke my heart.”
Zane rubbed his forearm across his
face, then pitched his bottle over the fence and into the field. “I fucked up.
Big time. I’ll spend the rest of my life regretting it. Hell, I regretted
leaving the moment I drove away and I’ve regretted it every day since.”
Part of her wanted to go to him,
wrap her arms around him and tell it him it was okay. It had felt so right when
he kissed her. Like coming home. Maybe they could pick up where they left off.
Erase the past. But the other part of her knew she couldn’t erase the pain of
losing him, of losing hope and faith and love. She couldn’t erase the
soul-destroying marriage to Mark or the years of hardship of raising Ty alone.
They had changed. She wasn’t Evie anymore. She was Evangeline. And Zane wasn’t
Zane. He was a Sinner, an outlaw, and he lived in a different world.
“I’d better go,” she said. “I have to be at
work early, and I have babysitter coming over to look after Ty.”
“Maybe I should come over . . .”
Evie shook her head. “Let’s take it
slow with you and Ty. One thing you two have in common is that neither of you
is good with change.”
“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.”
He slid down the straps of her dress, undid
the catch of her bra, dragging it over her arms, baring her breasts to his
heated gaze. “Ah, God,” he whispered. So fucking beautiful.” He cupped her left
breast in his palm, kneading it gently as he ravaged her mouth with sensual
kisses. White hot heat sizzled down to her core and she moaned.
“I remember that sound,” he
murmured. “I remember everything about that night in the forest, the softness
of your skin, your breath on my cheek, your hard little nipples, the slickness
of your pussy. I remember what it feels like to be inside you. That night
ruined me for other women, Evie. I’ve only ever wanted you.”
He held her arms behind her, pinning
her wrists with one hand while he kissed her breasts, sucked gently on her
nipples, tasting, devouring her. She tugged against his grip, wanting to touch him,
slide her hands over his broad chest, work her fingers through his hair, and
caress those broad shoulders. But he held her fast, and the restraint aroused
her, made her more wanton, more desperate to have him inside her.
“Tell me, Evie.” His voice dropped to a husky
growl. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you,” she whispered. “It was
always you.”
A dog barked. A man shouted. She
heard the low rumble of a quad in the field and suddenly the fog in her brain
lifted. She was a mom. Ty was sleeping inside. Her neighbors were sleeping only
fifty feet away. She’d just ditched the man she’d been dating for the last four
weeks. What was she doing only hours later in her backyard with the man who had
broken her heart? A man who had walked away and would no doubt leave her again.
A biker. Living the biker life.
Steeling herself, she forced herself
to meet his gaze. “But when I gave up hoping you would ever come back, I let
you go. I’m sorry, Zane. I’m not ready to open that door again.”
He released her so abruptly she
almost lost her balance, but if she’d thought to push him away, she was gravely
mistaken.
“Whatever it takes for you to trust
me, I’ll do.” He wrapped his hand around her neck and leaned down to kiss her
cheek. “If you want me to go slow, I’ll go slow. If you need gentle, I’ll be
gentle. I will do what it takes, however long it takes. But I won’t let anyone
else have you. You are mine, Evie. You’ve been mine since you were eight years
old. And now that I’ve found you again, I’m not gonna let you go.”
Excerpt #3
“Take off your clothes.” Evie leaned
against Zane’s bedroom door, more for support than a means of escape.
“Evie . . .”
A growl curled in her throat, her
anger growing as she realized this was the beginning of the end. Once she saw
what was under his shirt, there would be no going back. “Take them off. I want
to see what he did to you.”
He pulled his shirt over his head
and tossed it on the bed, then he stripped down to his boxers. Her legs
trembled as her gaze swept over his body, starting at his feet, her strength
leaving her as she took in the discolored skin on his shins and thighs, the
cuts on his wrists, and then gave out when she saw the full extent of his
bruised and lacerated torso.
Her beautiful Zane.
She sank down to the floor, wrapped
her arms around her legs and buried her head and sobbed, the grief ripping her
apart inside. Tears spilled down her cheeks dripping on the floor with each
ragged inhale. She cried not just for him, but for them, and the knowledge they
could never be together.
“Fuck.” Zane’s voice was harsh, raw
as he crossed the room to kneel beside her. “Sweetheart, it’s not as bad as it
looks.”
She shook her head, held herself
tighter, unable to speak for the images spinning around in her mind. Jagger had
no bruises on his body. That guilty look on his face when he’d come into the
shop . . . the marks on Zane’s wrists.
Zane hadn’t fought back. His hands
were tied and he hadn’t fought back.
“Let me explain.” He cradled her in
his arms, as if she was the one hurting. She supposed, in a way, she was.
“There’s nothing to say that could
make this acceptable to me.” Evie sniffed back her tears. “I can’t do this,
Zane. Seeing you like this is tearing me apart. I’ll never be able to forgive
Jagger, never forget what he did to you. I won’t even pretend to understand how
you agreed to it. The fact that you live in a world where this kind of thing
goes on is bad enough, but on top of it . . . your patches . . . blood . . .”
“I’ll leave.” Simple words and yet
they weighed heavy on her heart.
“I don’t want you to leave.” She
held herself stiff, afraid to touch his battered body. “This club means
everything to you. That you would take that beating from your best friend tells
me how much you love this life. You would hate me every day for taking you away
from it.”
“I love you more,” he said. “I have
always loved you. I’ve lived my life in the shadows because I couldn’t let you
go.” He drew in a ragged breath, brushed his lips over her hair. “I can’t lose
you now. I went looking for Viper because I couldn’t bear to lose you.”
She struggled to sit, pushed herself
to standing. “I can’t bear the thought of losing you either, but I don’t even
know who I am anymore. All I know is that I’ve been stupidly naive, and this
life you lead isn’t for me. I want to be with you, but I don’t see how this can
work.”
His face smoothed, eyes darkened.
Even now she knew him so well, she could see his emotional retreat.
She closed her fist and hit it to
her breast, her eyes stinging with tears all over again. “It hurts me to see
you in pain. It hurts me to think of you suffering. It hurts me to think of you
in such danger that you have to take a life. I’ve spent my whole life hurting
because I wanted you and couldn’t have you. I just can’t take the hurting
anymore. I love you, Zane, but it hurts just too damn bad, and now you’re
taking risks for me that could get you killed. I don’t want that. Even if we
can’t be together, I need to know you’re alive and happy and doing what you
love to do.”
His voice, when he spoke, was thick
with pain. “You want to walk away? What about Ty?”
“I don’t know.” God, why couldn’t
she stop crying? “I need some time to think about it. He adores you. He’s so
happy to have you in his life, I can’t take that away from him.”
She turned, reached for the door,
but it felt too wrong. Unfinished. There was something she needed to do.
“Will you let me do something for
you before I go?”
“Anything.”
She gestured to his bruised,
battered body. “You did this for me. I want to give something back. I want to
take care of you so when I leave I’ll know you’re going to be okay.”
***
Pain.
His life was all about pain.
And yet the pain in his body was
nothing compared to the pain in his heart. Zane’s hand clenched on his breast.
If he could rip his damn heart out of his chest he would. Go back to the
darkness that had sustained him for the last nine years, back to the shadows.
Out of the damn light.
He heard the rush of water in the
shower from the en suite bathroom, a luxury afforded only the senior patch
brothers who kept rooms at the clubhouse, but he couldn’t go in. He was too
wound up, too out of control, too damn emotional.
What else could he do? He had meant
every word when he told her he would fight to be with her. He just hadn’t
realized she would be the one standing in his way.
With a roar, he thudded his fist
against the wall. His hands were about the only place on his body that wasn’t
bruised. Might as remedy that problem because he had saved them for nothing.
When he felt no release from his
assault on the wall, he ripped a drawer from the dresser and smashed it on the
ground. Clothes flew across the room and the wood cracked and splintered. Like
his heart.
“Zane!”
But now that the floodgates had
opened, he couldn’t stop. He lifted the drawer and smashed it down again, his
aching muscles protesting the impact. “Do you want him, Evie? Is that it? Is
that what this is all about?” He knew it was ludicrous. She had seen who Viper
was, but he needed a reason, something he could change.
“No, baby. You know that’s not true.
Now come let me wash you and look after those cuts and bruises.”
Smash. Smash. Smash. He tore the drawer apart. He loved her compassion and yet
he hated it if it meant the last time he touched her he would be in pain.
“I’ll shower with you so I can look
after you properly.” She clasped the bottom of her T-shirt and tugged it over
her head. Zane froze mid-strike, his primal instincts sharpening at the sight
of her skin and her beautiful breasts encased in blue satin.
“I don’t want your help.” He threw
the remnants of the drawer across the room.
“Too bad. And if you can’t it for
you, then do it for me.” Evie undid the bra and tossed it on the bed with her
shirt. “It will make me . . . feel better.” She slid her jeans and panties over
her hips and then kicked them off. Gloriously naked, quietly confident,
undaunted by his rage, she turned into the bathroom. “Come on.”
Zane’s body shook, torn between
going after his woman and unleashing his frustrations on the rest of the
furniture.
Don’t go in. He knew what would happen if he followed her, and it
wouldn’t involve standing still while she treated his wounds. And with his
heart raw and exposed, he didn’t think he could handle that level of intimacy
without totally losing control. With a growl, he ripped out another drawer, and
hammered it against the wall until it shattered, pieces flying in all
directions. Exhausted, he sank down on the bed, the ruins of the drawers
scattered at his feet, his muscles quivering at the exertion. He could hear the
shower behind him, feel the breath of steam, smell the floral fragrance of
shampoo.
Evie.
Loves me.
Leaving me.
Overwhelmed with the need to touch
her, he stripped off his clothes, all thoughts of staying away forgotten
beneath the desire to hold her in his arms one last time.
Evie turned when he stepped into the
shower, rivulets of water streaming over her beautiful body. “Took you long
enough. Did you break all the drawers?”
Words deserted him. He took her in
his arms and held her against him.
“It’s okay,” she murmured against
his chest, her arms tightening around him. “We’ll be okay.”
He didn’t know how long they stood
under the warm water, but his heart finally slowed its frenetic beat and the
tension eased from his body.
“You’re mine.”
“And you’re mine. That won’t
change.” She slid her hands up his chest ever so gently to circle his neck.
She was right about that. Nothing
wouldn’t change. He would find a way. He would fight for her until he couldn’t
fight anymore.
The Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club Series
Reading Order
Rough Justice (Book One)
Beyond the Cut (Book Two)
Sinner’s Steel (Book Three)
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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