CHAOS BOUND
by SARAH CASTILLE
What happens when the power of
love eclipses the need for revenge? Chaos
Bound, the fourth 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: Chaos Bound
Author: Sarah Castille
Series: Sinner’s Tribe
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release
Date: June
28, 2016
Publisher:
St.
Martin’s Paperbacks
Print
Length: 384
pages
Love
is a wild ride.
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?
Giveaway
Review:
Chaos Bound was definitely different then the previous books in this series. In the last book Holt aka T-Rex was kidnapped and this book starts from there. He's been tortured for months and no one has come for him. He spends his days wanting revenge on the Sinners if he ever escapes the Black Jacks but when Naiya is thrown into the same cell as him he might finally have a chance on getting free and helping Naiya be free also.
There were things I enjoyed about this book such as the plot. I liked it was different but I really missed how when the group was together. Majority of this read was Holt and Naiya on the run and yet a sinner would pop up here and there but I missed their closeness.
Since the plot was on the different side I really enjoyed the different twists and turns that came up such as who was actually Naiya's father which was a surprise in itself. The story kept me interested but I had a little problem liking these characters as a couple. I thought they were fine apart but together I just couldn't see them as a couple.
Naiya was pretty bad ass and liked how she kept her calm in certain situations. Holt I found more interested in revenge then waiting to hear the whole story. I mean these were his brothers for years and is just ready to call it quits so fast which didn't make sense to me.
In the end I am happy I read this and hope there will be more Sinners books in the future.
About the Author
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.
Book
1, Rough Justice:
Book
2, Beyond the Cut:
Book 3, Sinner’s
Steel:
Excerpt:
“Is this because of what happened last night?” Holt wasn’t usually
so direct. He had never been a confrontational kind of guy. Usually, he would
go with the flow, but right now he was seized by an urgent sense of
desperation. He couldn’t let her go, and it wasn’t just because he needed her
to lure Viper.
“No, of course not.” She turned away, tightening her grip on the
bag, her hair swinging over her cheek, hiding her face.
Yes.
“It was good you . . . stopped.” She stared out the
floor-to-ceiling windows over the valley spread out below them. “I mean, you
have things you have to do, and I have things I have to do, and they aren’t
things we need to do . . . together.”
Together. Fuck.
She’d thought about them together. Although he was pretty damn sure she hadn’t
thought of them together the way he had all fucking night long.
“Naiya.”
“I made breakfast. It’s on the stove.” She slung the bag over her
shoulder. “Happy revenge.”
No fucking way. “It’s not safe out there.”
“It’s not safe in here.”
“I couldn’t be gentle with you,” he said. “I’m a hard man, Naiya,
and the shit I just went through just made me harder. I don’t have sex. I don’t
make love. I fuck. And when I do, it’s hard and it’s rough, and that’s not what
you need.”
“You don’t know me.” Her face tightened. “You don’t know what I
need.”
The hell he didn’t. He could read the longing on her face; he
could hear it in her voice. It was the same longing that had gripped him since
he met her. The old Holt would have let her walk out the door because it’s what
she wanted to do, and who was he to rock the boat? He didn’t know where that
Holt had gone, but the man he was now was not letting her get away.
Without taking his gaze off her, he ripped the bag from her fingers
and tossed it on the couch. Then he cupped her face between his hands and
covered her mouth with his.
Ah God. Her lips were as soft as he imagined, her mouth as lush.
Her lips parted on a sigh, and he touched her with his tongue. She tasted of
honey and coffee, warm and sweet. He wanted her, wanted this woman with the
broken soul, wanted to fix her, show her the beauty of trust and surrender,
open her up and fill her with joy. Yeah, he wanted to fuck her bad.
“Holt.” She pulled back, her chest heaving. “I don’t want this. I
just broke up with Maurice. We were together two years. It just feels . . .
wrong.”
Didn’t feel wrong to him. In fact, nothing had ever felt so right.
He tagged her with an arm around her waist and crushed her against him, the way
he’d seen Jagger and Cade do with their women, the way he’d seen Tank with
Connie. Dominant. Controlling. And damn it felt good. Taking what he wanted.
Being in charge.
And yet at the back of his mind, he was assessing her responses,
the way she leaned into him, her soft sigh, the flutter of her lashes, and the
little hints that told him she was on board and that he wasn’t stepping over
the line. He had a strong feeling Viper had crossed that line, and if he caught
her, he would cross it again.
Naiya leaned in, melted against him. Pleasure rippled through his
body, and his cock hardened in an instant. He dipped his head, drank her down,
delighting when she moaned and tangled her tongue with his.
She broke away again, her lips plump and swollen from his kiss. “I
should go . . . I was just leaving . . .”
Deeper. Rougher. He slid one hand through her hair, tugged her head back, and held
her still as he fed off her hidden desire. Her hands came up, pressed against
his chest. Holt tensed, thinking she would push him away. Instead, her arms
wrapped around his neck and she pulled him closer, straining upward as she
kissed him back with a passion that belied her words. She wasn’t leaving. Not
now.
Not ever.
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