Excerpt
Holt
spotted Naiya at a table with Ally as soon as he entered the bar.
Ever
watchful, Tank stood beside Naiya, his hand in his cut, his eyes darting from
side to side as he searched for danger.
“Darlin’.”
Holt leaned over to kiss her and she pulled away. He supposed he deserved that,
but right now he wasn’t in a mood to play games. His brothers had taken Michael
out back to await Holt’s justice and after Holt had let loose his anger, he
wanted nothing more than to hold his woman in his arms. Preferably, naked and
in his bed. But first he’d have to gain her forgiveness.
Naiya
glared, her eyes dropping to his blood-smeared hand. “Is that Maurice’s blood?
Ally said you beat him up.”
He pushed
her hair back behind her ear, trailing his fingers down her neck. God, she was
beautiful. Sexy. Fiery. And his. What the hell had he been thinking walking
away and leaving her unprotected? “Nah. That’s Michael’s blood. I had to teach
him a lesson. He made the mistake of messing with a Sinner’s woman in a Sinner
bar in the Sinners’ town.”
Naiya
stared at him aghast. “You beat him up, too?”
“Anyone
who hurts you. Anyone who touches you. Anyone who makes scared. Anyone who
makes you cry. I’ll rip out their hearts, break their bones, and drown in their
fucking blood to keep you safe.”
“That’s
kind of romantic in a terrifying, morbid, ruthless, outlaw-biker kinda way,”
Ally said. “Doug just says ‘love ya, babe’ or ‘keep safe.’”
“It’s
only romantic if the guy is actually around to do it,” Naiya said, slapping
Holt’s hand away. “But if he drops you off at a hotel in a strange town and
leaves you to fend for yourself while he drives off to get himself killed, it
loses its effect.”
“You
looked after yourself pretty good.” Holt pulled his chair closer, rested his
hand on her knee. “Smart move coming here when you saw Michael sniffing
around.”
Naiya
pushed at his hand, but he held her fast, stroking his thumb along the inside
of her thigh.
“What was
I supposed to do?” Her voice rose in pitch. “Go to the police? I may have been
living a civilian life, but I spent six years with the Black Jacks. I know the
kind of power the clubs have. I know how things work. And I know I’ll be happy
when I leave town and get away from all things MC.”
“You also
know you gotta listen to your man. And your man wants you to stay with the
Sinners until I’ve dealt with Viper.” Holt tilted her head back with one finger
under her chin, then leaned in and kissed her, his free hand ready to grab her
wrist if she tried to slap him.
Which she
did, because his Naiya had a spine of steel.
“Who says
you’re my man?”
“I do.”
He met her gaze, watched her eyes darken to brown.
“It sure
didn’t feel like you were my man when you left.” She pulled away, and Holt
gritted his teeth. Didn’t she understand that he had come back for her? That
for now he had put aside his quest for revenge to keep her safe?
“When I
put you in the position of having to pull that weapon, I realized I’d brought
you back into a world you don’t want to be in. I didn’t want to waste any time
getting you out.” He traced the bow of her mouth, pleased when her lips parted
at his touch. She couldn’t be that angry. After all, she was still here, and
she had come to the brothers to ask them to warn him.
“I can
take myself out.” She drew his hand away. “I’ve got interviews set up in
different states . . .” Her voice trailed off when Holt frowned. How could he
protect her if she left? Viper would send men to chase her wherever he went.
Sweat trickled down his back. This reunion wasn’t going exactly as expected.
“You
don’t leave,” he blurted out. “You don’t go.”
She
studied him for a long moment, and then she stroked a light finger over his
jaw, her voice soft, as if they were alone and not in the bar with the Sinners
watching them and Tank and Ally sitting at their table. Like she’d forgiven him
for leaving her. “You’re lucky I understand your bossy, evil biker ways.”
Yes!
Forgiven. Holt heaved a sigh of relief. “I’m gonna take you back to the clubhouse
and show you just how evil I can be.” He covered her hand with his, and pressed
his lips to her fingertips. Her sharp intake of breath made him instantly hard.
And suddenly it all didn’t matter. Viper. Michael. His status in the club. All
he wanted was this woman who took away the pain and the darkness; who made him
feel whole again.
LOVE IS A WILD RIDE
Chaos Bound releases June
28th.
Pre-order your copy TODAY!
Blurb
After enduring months of
torture at the hands of the Black Jacks MC, and betrayed by his own club, Holt
“T-Rex” Savage, a junior member of the Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club, will
stop at nothing to get revenge. But falling for a beautiful woman with
dangerous ties to his sworn enemy was never part of the plan…
Raised by the Black Jacks,
Naiya Kelly grew up fast, furiously, and with little to lose. But now that
she’s put her MC days behind her, she is free to do what she wants—until she
meets a man who imprisons her, body and soul. She swore she’d never give her heart
to a biker, but Holt is the most passionate, protective man she’s ever known.
But will Holt be forced to betray his one true love to exact his revenge?
Chaos Bound is the fourth book in a full-length,
standalone series by New York Times bestselling author, Sarah Castille,
featuring red-hot, hard-riding bikers and the women who can’t help but love
them
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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