Sadie Caster is a good girl with a bad attitude and the mouth of a sailor to match. Though she pretends life is perfect, her family is falling apart, shredded by death and illness. She has never known the type of dangers that lurk on the other side of town after nightfall but one mistake puts Sadie on the streets after sunset, a time when everyone knows to stay indoors. A time when the Tribe rides.
The Tribe, a motorcycle gang of barbarians with a bad reputation nearly a nation wide. From the east coast to the west, the tales of their bloodshed and nightmarish members wreak havoc on those unfortunate enough to cross their path. It's been said that this troop from hell is led by a man none outside the Tribe has ever seen, and his devil of a nephew.
Dustin King, a living sin wrapped in leather, marked by scars, and so sexy that you'd sell your soul for a taste. With myths of his power spreading far and wide, pissing him off might land you six feet under. As second-in-command and fresh out of prison, he's in line to take over for his aging uncle but not all want to see Dustin become leader. Some would prefer to see him dead. And Sadie has seen it happen, in her dreams. Dreams that seem to warn her of events ... before they happen, in the most cryptic ways imaginable. Dreams she didn't start having until she met Dustin.
Now held prisoner as Dustin's rider, Sadie finds herself learning the ways of The Tribe from the inside. And maybe, just maybe, they aren't as bad as everyone seems to think. With the target on Dustin's back growing day by day and as their feelings for one another blossom, Dustin and Sadie are against the clock to restore order and prevent catastrophe before it's too late. But with peace comes price, and the cost of war might be too steep. What is the price, you ask? The death of a king.
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He wore a light blue shirt and leather jacket, and had fluffy black hair that fell into his eyes if his head was tilted just right. He stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the tree by our table.
"And who's that?" I asked Dillon again, my voice going up an octave. I cleared my throat, trying to hide it. She laughed.
"That, Dakota, is the badass of our school. Never had a relationship, is pretty much always an asshole, and pretty boy's protection. Although, Pierce can handle himself. But we're sure Landon Hudson over there enjoys the fighting."
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Dakota Miller has a normal, routine life. Or did. Until her parents decided to move and make her switch schools. She manages to find a good group of people and keep a low profile, at least until the badass of the school swoops in and wreaks havoc. With him, he brings blood, money, drugs, and fighting into her life. As much as she hates it, she can't shake the feeling she gets from running with the bad boy.