Joyfully Reviewed Welcomes Author Sarah Castille and BEYOND THE CUT!
I apologize for the late posting!
I have been under the weather and missed posting this last week.
She’s Holding on Tight.
As a teen, Dawn Delgado ran from a life on the streets straight into the arms of Jimmy “Mad Dog” Sanchez, a biker who promised to be her knight in shining armor. But his love was just another cage. Ten years later, Dawn is determined to start over again—and be the kind of woman, and mother, she was meant to be. Could it be that Cade “Ryder” O’Connor, a member of a rival club, is the answer to her prayers?
Will He Give Her the Ride of Her Life?
A loyal member of the Sinner’s Tribe, gritty outlaw Cade is another hard-living, hard-riding biker who’s willing to sacrifice everything that defines him—because that’s what losing the cut means. Dawn can’t deny the full-speed attraction that blazes between them, or the safety she feels in his leather-clad embrace. But will Cade’s love lead her down the road to her dreams? Or will she arrive at yet another dead end?
“You’re damn sexy when you’re riled.” His hand slid up her thigh, curling around her hip, and he pulled her gently between his spread legs. “And even more sexy when your compassion gets the better of you.”
Game over. She should never have let him touch her. Dark hunger gripped her belly, and she struggled against the heat coursing through her veins.
“My face is still bruised. Bruises aren’t sexy.”
“Yours are. Everything about you is sexy.” He shoved up her skirt, just an inch, his thumb stroking along her inner thigh. Dawn trembled, wanting more and hating herself for it. He’d just come from a goddamn strip club. She knew exactly what would have happened in the back room. And the kind of guys who used them . . .
“I’m in my work clothes.”
“Sexy little skirt.” He caressed her with both hands, smoothing his fingers over the curve of her hips to her waist. His fingers tightened and he stood and spun her around, guiding her the few steps to the hallway leading to the washrooms. Then he pushed her against the wall, his massive body hiding her from view.
“Cade. I’m working.” She studied the slightly off-kilter set of his shoulders, the weariness of his face, breathed in his scent of beer and bourbon. “And you’ve been drinking. A lot.”
“Stuff came up during an ambush. Stuff I’d buried a long time ago.”
Dawn frowned when his voice cracked. She didn’t really know that much about Cade—his family, his past, what he’d done before joining the Sinners, and what led him to the club. “You okay?”
Ignoring her question, he drew her closer, trailing his fingers over her ass, then cupping it in his broad palms, grinding her hips against his. “More compassion. And a sexy white apron with strings that hang over your lush ass.”.
“No . . .” Her voice caught. “You were just with . . . Delilah.”
He clasped her hand and placed it over the bulge in his jeans. Her fingers tightened involuntarily over his erection, hard as steel beneath his fly.
“You think I’d be this hard if I did anything at Peelers other than hanging at the bar, having a few drinks, and shooting the shit with some of the brothers? I put in my time so no one felt let down when, really, I wanted to be here. With you. I can’t fucking stay away.”
A soft groan escaped her lips and she glanced around, concerned someone might see. But his hands were already on the move, sliding up her abdomen, circling her rib cage, and stopping just below her breasts.
“Sexy tight top that makes a man hard just looking at it,” he whispered in her ear. “If we were anywhere else, I’d tear it off and spend an entire evening worshipping your tits.”