Intimate Chat with Sarah Castille + Spotlight on Barely Undercover + Excerpt + Contest!

Barely Undercover (Legal Heat, #2)

I can’t stop giggling! I have the biggest crush on Sarah Castille. She’s silly and naughty and loads of fun! Listen in on our sugar rush infused spazz fest and check out her new book Barely Undercover. Oh! Make sure you enter her contest for a chance to win the the first book in her Legal Heat series. 🙂

(((hugs))) Kat

The Queen of Tarts

PS. The Maid of Tarts is giving me her review of Barely Undercover in the next day or two. 😀 Click HERE

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Me: Sarah! You came back to crazy land! (click HERE to see our quickie a few months ago 😉 ) At least it’s crazy land right now. The holidays are about to knock my head off! I’m running around like Santa’s elves but getting nothing done. *head/desk*

I’m so glad you’re here to make me sit for a minute or two… Want a brownie? And something festive? I’m going for hot chocolate with a splash of rum. *nods* Rum I say!


cookie3Sarah: Life for me is all about degrees of crazy and right now I’d say we’re at one hundred degrees crazy time. And nothing is better for Christmas crazy, than alcohol and sweets! I’ll never say no to brownies, but my favorite winter drink is Fireball Whiskey. It tastes like Red Hots, those red heart-shaped cinnamon flavored candies that everyone hates as a kid and loves as an adult **raises hand**. Yum!


Me: Phew! I think we might be soul sisters. 🙂 Alcohol and sweets stops me from being too ragey… mostly. 😛

*hands Sarah her drink and snuggles onto the couch* Enough about me! How are you hon? All ready for the holidays? Please lie and say you are not….


Sarah: You will be pleased to know I am woefully unprepared for the holidays. Pressies? Not purchased. Decorations? Half done. Tree? Only just got it today. Christmas baking? Christmas baking? Last call for Christmas baking…All eaten. By me. **drains whiskey and reaches into purse for contraband Christmas baking** Well, maybe not all. **doesn’t share**

sour patch kids

Me:*stares at Sarah’s goodies impressed* You’re wicked!  *holds Sour Patch candy bowl behind pillow* 😛

Oh! Oh! And as a bonus you had a book birthday this month too! Barely Undercover is available now. *Couch Snoopy Dance* Yum and extra yum! Tell me about your 2nd story in your Legal Heat series and Lana and James… *sighs and noms brownie*


Sarah: Intrigue, smex, romance, smex, humor, suspense and smokin’ hot bikers! Oh, and did I mention the smex? In Barely Undercover, sparks fly when a feisty private investigator discovers the cop who broke her heart is working undercover in the outlaw motorcycle club she is investigating.

Lana and James aka “Ice” were secondary characters in my erotic legal thriller, Legal Heat, but I thought they deserved their own standalone story. Actually, they insisted they have their own story. Lana is a woman who speaks her mind, and James is as growly and controlling as alphas come.

“You’re gonna write our ‘effing’ story,” he says to me one night when I’m trying to sleep. He swears a lot since I made him into a biker. “And I want suspense and excitement and lots of hot ‘n heavy, down ‘n dirty action with me and Lana. You can throw in some angst, a coupla fight scenes, maybe even something heavy, but in the end, I want an HEA.” Then he growls in my ear, “You don’t give me and Lana that HEA, I’ll come lookin’ for you.” He’s very demanding and quite intimidating when he’s intruding on my sleepytimes. But I did as he asked. After all, no one says no to “Ice.”


Me: *fans self* oh my! I do like Ice… *sigh*

Soooo…. What are you working on next? We readers are needy like that. 😛


Sarah: Oooh. Lots of things. I’m working on the first book of a dark and gritty biker romance series for St. Martin’s Press, called Rough Justice. Very excited about this one. I’m writing bad-ass bikers doing bad-ass things and falling for the wrong women at the wrong time.

I’ve also just finished the edits for In Your Corner, the second book in the sexy MMA fighter erotic romance series, Against the Ropes, I’m writing for Sourcebooks Casablanca. Yummy fighters. Sigh.

18652108Third, I’ve just started the second novella in the Club Excelsior series, a dark MMA fighter series starring female fighters. The first Club Excelsior novella was released in the New York Times bestselling anthology, Unraveled just last month.

And finally, I’ve just plotted out the third book in the Legal Heat series which follows two of the secondary characters from Barely Undercover and is set again in an outlaw MC. Whew! Now you see why my life is all about degrees of crazy.


Me: Woah! No wonder you’re not completely ready for the holidays!

They all sounds delish! And you are a very very busy girl who needs energy Have another brownie please.


Sarah: Thank you! **noms brownies** **refills whiskey glass** **noms smushed baked goods from purse**


Me: Sarah? As a distraction from my massive to do list… can we get silly?


Sarah: **Nods because mouth is full of deelish brownies**


Me: Yay! It’s SImageilly Time! *hops up and does the Hammer Time Dance*



How could you compare your writing process to wrapping Christmas presents?


Sarah: Procrastinate. Procrastinate. Procrastinate. Gather together naughty thoughts. Spread ‘em out. Stare at them. Worry that naughty thoughts might be too naughty. Consider exchanging naughty thoughts for cheaper nice thoughts. Laugh. Play with naughty thoughts behind closed door. Blush. Put one or two back in cupboard in case of emergency. Choose prettiest way of hiding naughty thoughts. Watch naughty thoughts unravel for lack of adhesive. Curse. Stomp downstairs and make life hell for everyone until solution reveals itself at bottom of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream tub. Back upstairs. Wrap up naughty thoughts. Tie with a happily ever after bow. Celebrate behind closed doors. With treats.


Me: bwahahaha! Love Love Love This!  I can totally picture these steps too. 😉


I just made up a word decaholly please make up a definition and use the word in a sentence. 😛


Sarah: Decaholly = monolithic i.e. the size of ten holly bushes.

“OMG. It’s…it’s…it’s…decaholly. I’m amazed you didn’t pass out when I took off my clothes. How do you find trousers with enough room? But more importantly…will it fit?”


Me: *chokes on hot chocolate* ha!

I’ve put together an sequence of words beginning with S. Would you rather be thought of as Sweet, Sane, Seductive, Secure, Spritely, Sweaty or Surprising? You can only pick one and explain your answer (silly I know, but more fun for me :P)


Sarah: Seductive. Definitely. Useful in everyday situations. For example:

Mechanic: Your wheels need aligning, your brake pads need replacing and your gasket is blown.”

Me: **seductively** My, my. That all sounds very exciting. Why don’t we go in the back room and we’ll see if we can’t blow your gasket and then, perhaps, my car repair work will be free.

Postman: Here’s your parcel. There’s a fifty cent customs charge.”

Me: **seductively** My, my. This looks very exciting. Why don’t you come inside and we’ll see if we can’t get you charged, and then, perhaps, my parcel will be free.


Me: *falls off couch laughing* I think I need you to do those again. <g> You ROCK!

Awww Sarah. Thank you, Thank you for visiting me here at The Book Tart! Have a wonderful holiday and happy New Year and please come crash my couch anytime k?

(((hugs))) Kat


Sarah: Thanks so much for having me Kat **brushes crumbs off carpet, lap and mouth**. It’s been deliciously crazy and lots of fun to visit with you on The Book Tart!

And to celebrate my yummy visit, I am giving away a Kindle copy of Legal Heat, the first book in the Legal Heat series, to one random commenter who tells us their favorite naughty Christmas treat.


♥ Excerpt ♥

Barely Undercover

by Sarah Catille

A shiver coursed up Lana’s spine, and she shook her head to loosen her tongue. “I’m meeting someone.”

Rex’s rough, gravelly voice deepened. “Right now, you’re meeting me.” His gaze crawled over her, unleashing a wave of cockroaches under her skin. By the time his eyes returned to her face, a cold, sticky sweat covered her body.

With all the faux bravado she could muster, she gave him a tight smile and took a step back. “And…the meeting is over. Nice to meet you. Goodbye.”

His arm shot out, grabbing her shoulder, holding her in place. “Usually when I see a cop, I get an itch in my trigger finger. I look at you and I get an itch somewhere else. Ditch the boyfriend. One night with me and you’ll forget he exists.”

An itch? She suspected it might have to do more with his extramarital affairs and visits to the Seymour Street brothels than a desire to hump and pump with a curvy redhead in a dirty cop costume. Talk about putting a girl off.

Rex smiled, all nicotine-stained teeth and ashtray breath. “Yeah. I can see it in your eyes. You know what I’m talking about.”

What did he see exactly? Fear? Disgust? Or her desperate need to find the number for the local STD clinic?

Lana gave him a vacant smile as she considered her options. Option #1: Find a boyfriend. Heart thumping, she looked around the bar for a pseudoboyfriend—someone big, strong and sufficiently threatening. No one measured up except…maybe…Master Tony? She raked her eyes over the tall, broad frame of the club’s owner, but when he turned to greet someone at the door, she gave a little sigh. He had been less than pleased the last time she’d sneaked into the club. She doubted he would help her once he discovered she’d sneaked in again.

Option #2: Run. Excellent option. Lana wrenched herself from Rex’s grasp and took a step toward the door.


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Three bikers, two wearing the Hades patch, and one so young he had to be a prospect, were making their way through the crowd toward Rex. Blocking her path.

Lana’s pulse pounded in her ears. Rex was bad enough. But four bikers? It was almost like being back in the Wolverines’ clubhouse with Levi all over again.

The tallest of the three had swept back his long, dark hair and tied it at nape of his neck in a ponytail. Dark eyes, olive skin and a broad, hard body to match the strong planes of his striking face. Yum…even though he was a biker.

“Ryder.” Rex shook the hand of Mr. Deep, Dark and Delicious.

Ryder’s gaze flicked to Lana. He tilted his head to the side, giving her first a considered look, and then a sympathetic smile. He turned back to Rex. “I thought we were here for a meeting, not to pick up fender fluff.”

Lana grimaced at the backhanded compliment. She knew the slang. He thought she was pretty. Anything less and she would have been a “fender bunny” or even worse, a “mattress cover”.

Lucky her. Well, at least he hadn’t made fun of her hair. Usually men made some reference to the inferno on her head—Carrots, Ginger Snap, Big Red, Fire Bush, Rusty, Copper Top, Flame Brain, Matchstick Head or her current favorite, Red Zilla.

“You know what they say, ‘red in the head, fire in the bed’.” The second biker, a barrel-chested thick-necked bruiser with crazy dreadlocks gave her a lascivious wink and an oh-so-enticing crotch grab.

“Good one, Bones.” Rex thumped the thick-necked thug on the back. “I was thinking that myself.”

Lana rolled her eyes. Oh ha-ha-ha. So funny. As if she hadn’t heard that one before. Some day she’d meet a man who could insult her hair with some originality.

“Leave the girl alone. We’ve got a meeting to get underway.” Ryder gave her a wink and stepped to the side, clearing her path to the door.

Rex gripped Lana’s arm just as she took her first step to freedom. “You jealous, Ryder? Been a long time since you had a back warmer.”

“Maybe he’s bent.” The prospect, a blond Adonis who looked like he should be playing high school football instead of pledging to join a biker gang, gave Rex an obsequious smile and was rewarded with a slap to the head.

“You’re an idiot, Kickstand,” Rex growled. “You don’t disrespect a full-patch brother when you don’t even have the right to breathe without his permission.”

Kickstand stumbled into Lana from the force of the blow, knocking her off balance and out of Rex’s grasp. With incredible dexterity, Kickstand caught her before she fell.

“Sorry,” Kickstand murmured as he helped her balance. “I don’t usually make a habit of knocking down pretty girls just to get their attention. Every time I’m around these guys I do something wrong.”

She gave him a soft, reassuring smile, but her heart went out to him. He was trying so hard to fit in. She’d seen dozens of prospects like him during her time with Levi—young and desperate to be part of what they perceived to be the glamorous word of bikerdom. Very few were accepted and fewer still earned their patch. Kickstand would never make the cut. Too good-looking, too kind-hearted and too eager to please. What the hell was he doing with Hades?

While Rex, Bones and Ryder lamented the lack of good prospects in the biker world, Lana edged her way toward the door, only to be cut off again, this time by a late arrival.

Almost as tall as Rex and Ryder, the new biker was lean, lithe and powerful, with a narrow waist and long, hard thighs. His thick, dark hair just brushed his collar. His eyes were an unusual steel blue.

A familiar steel blue. Her heart stuttered in her chest.


No, it couldn’t be. She blinked her eyes. Once. Twice. Was it him? Two years had passed since she’d last seen Heartless Bastard. The man in front of her had the same physique, strong nose and chiseled jaw. But the James she knew had kept his hair military short and would have been appalled to sport a five o’clock shadow, much less three days’ worth of stubble over his unyielding chin. James was a cop through and through. No way would he ever join Hades.

As if sensing her perusal, he frowned. “Take off the glasses.” The velvet rasp of his deep baritone voice sent tiny quivers of need straight to her core.

Heart pounding, she took a step back and inadvertently hit Rex’s chest. “Take them off, pet,” Rex snapped. “Ice isn’t a man who asks twice.”

Ice. He had a road name, and from the mini salivating puppies on the front of his jacket, he was full patch. He was no prospect, like Kickstand, currying favor in the hopes of being allowed to join the club. He was a fully initiated member of Hades.

Swallowing hard, Lana removed her glasses and stared down at the fishnet stockings peeking out of her boots like a hundred crisscrossing lines of black gunpowder. One of the garters was still loose, leaving her even more exposed—as if that was possible—to the explosive heat of his gaze.

“Look at me,” Ice demanded. His rich, husky voice rolled through her, stirring longings she had hidden away in the darkest recesses of her memory. Heat settled at the juncture of her thighs, her nipples tightened and her mouth went dry.

Disconcerted by her body’s responses and unable to meet his gaze, she looked away.

Ice cupped her jaw and firmly turned her face toward him, pulling her away from Rex. Her gaze locked with eyes now as deep blue as the ocean. Commanding, captivating eyes. Framed by thick lashes. But it wasn’t his eyes that finally sparked her recognition; it was the aura of pure power that hit her like the painful thud of her heart when she had realized he was never coming back.

He stroked his thumb over the apple of her cheek, the gesture at once comforting and familiar. A tangled web of emotions swept through her body like a firestorm. The world fell away.


Heartless Bastard.

Lana swallowed hard and fought the warring urges to kiss him and slap him across the face.

For a split second, his breathing hitched and his eyes widened. He glanced over at Rex and back to her. His expression shifted from curious to considering, and she caught a gleam in his eyes. Calculating. Determined.

Did he recognize her? Two years ago she had been twenty pounds heavier, her pale complexion marked with freckles and her curly hair just brushing the top of her shoulders. Two years ago she had been stupid and naive, thinking she had found a man she could actually trust—someone who would never hurt her.

Now she knew better. And that kind of knowledge changed a girl. Made her immune to a Heartless Bastard’s bone-melting cheek stroking and irresistible charms.

She slapped his hand away and, boy, did it feel good.

“Roxie.” His sharp tone snapped her out of her reverie, but not as much as his warm hand clasping her own. “What the hell are you doing here, dressed like that? I almost didn’t recognize you.”


2013 © Sarah Castille

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Barely Undercover (Legal Heat, #2)Barely Undercover

Release date: December 3rd 2013  |
Publisher: Samhain Publishing  |
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romantic
Sarah Castille (Author)
ISBN-13: 9781619218239 |
Format: eBook

“Legal Heat Series, Book 2 – Standalone Single Title”

With passion at full throttle, there’s no turning back.


When private investigator Lana Parker follows a dangerous biker into an underground sex club, James Hunter is the last man she expects to see. But there he is, all dark looks and chiseled charms, ready to break her heart all over again.


Danger is the name of the game for an undercover cop. And the last thing James wants is for the fiery beauty to come anywhere near the notorious biker gang he’s trying to take down. Yet Lana has no intention of giving up her case, which means he’ll have to keep her close to keep her safe. A risky proposition—especially when their blazing sexual chemistry reignites an unforgettable passion.


But when a dark terror emerges from the past, Lana goes on the run…and James gives up everything to save her. Backed into a corner, Lana must face her fears, including the one thing that frightens her most…her overwhelming feelings for the man whose searing glance sparks her most hidden desires, the man she should not trust, but cannot resist.


Warning: The book contains violence, explicit sex, light BDSM, heavy swearing, motorcycle sexytimes, bad-ass biker naughtytimes, and an exceptionally hot hero who will get down and dirty anywhere but under the covers.


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Legal Heat Series

Legal Heat (Legal Heat, #1)
Book 1
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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Sarah Castille, worked and traveled abroad before trading her briefcase and stilettos for a handful of magic beans and a home near the Canadian Rockies. She writes erotic contemporary romance and romantic suspense featuring blazingly hot alpha heroes and the women who tame them.


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9 Replies to “Intimate Chat with Sarah Castille + Spotlight on Barely Undercover + Excerpt + Contest!”

  1. Ok, nothing naughty comes to mind but I do eat WAY too many cookies, candy, etc which in turn makes that naughty. Thanks for the interview/excerpt – very intrigued by the story.

  2. My favorite naughty Christmas treat is Black Forest Cake with Whipped Cream Frosting. Loved the interview and excerpt. Thanks for sharing.

  3. Thanks everyone for making me really hungry. Just what I need after pounding back Kat’s brownies and my smushed baked goods. Off to overindulge yet again! Good luck with the giveaway and thanks to The Book Tart for hosting me today!

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