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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
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.”
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?”
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?"
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
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.
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.”
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**
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
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
"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
“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
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
Wrong thing to say. Eyes glittering, he lunged for her,
clasping her wrist in his warm palm, pulling her to him. “Then be with
“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.”
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.”
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.
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.”
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
“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
“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.”
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
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.”
“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
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.”
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?”
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.”
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
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.
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.
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
“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.
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.
“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
Rough Justice (Book One)
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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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