Best Motorcycle Club Romance Books Novels & Stories

They arrived at eleven in the morning on a Thursday. Two of them on identical black bikes heavily customized, the kind of builds that communicate money and menace in roughly equal measure. The chrome work was excessive in the particular way of people who wanted you to see them coming. They pulled into the lot at a speed that suggested entitlement to space, and they got off their bikes without removing their helmets until they were already standing in the middle of the gravel. Patches on the jackets: a stylized iron cross. Iron Saints.

“Anything with an engine, we can tow, fix or build.” I nodded. “And you said ‘club.’ I’m assuming it’s not a sewing club, right?” Booker smiled. “Motorcycle club.” I stopped. It took him a minute to realize I was no longer beside him, which gave me a partial view of the back of his jacket. Dogs of something. Dogs of Wonder? No, that wouldn’t be right… a badass motorcycle guy wouldn’t have Dogs of Wonder on the back of his jacket. Well, crap! He walked back toward me. “You okay?”

He’d always needed to be the one in charge, and letting his companion take the reins was a strange new adventure. But so damn good, he conceded, when she straddled him a few minutes later, taking his cock deeply inside her as she rode him in a slow pace that escalated gradually, until they were arching and straining together, their rapid breathing echoing around the bathroom. As he came inside her, she clenched around him, head thrown back and breasts thrust forward. He bent to lick a plump pink nipple as she orgasmed, crying out his name in that heart-stuttering way that made him want to take her over and over. Would he ever get enough of Madison? It was only later, after they lay in bed, t

Cassandra's Point of View Tyra and I went clubbing as usual. This was our little nightclub where we met for the first time. We were sitting at a table close to the dance floor, hanging out with some friends. The nightclub had the added bonus of being owned by the Midnight Werewolf Pack. Not the same as my brother's pack, but one of the packs swearing allegiance to the Kingdom of the Grey Moon. "Speak of the Devil," I said under my breath. I could just make out my brother Noah and Alpha Kristof. I was proud that Noah was Alpha Kristof's Beta. They had just finished talking to Alpha Lucas, who owned the club and ran the city-based pack.

“Next week. He’s convinced we need to find another place. Mick’s taking over his apartment to save money so we need to find somewhere else to live since the Golden Legacy is not an option. We’re going hunting this weekend. Luckily he’s paying for it until my crap is figured out.” “Oooo, I want to come hunting with you!” “You can.” She pulls into the club parking lot. It’s already packed and there’s a line around the door. Luckily we get a VIP spot right in front of the building, courtesy of the club’s part-time bouncer, Rebel. “I’ll text you when I know the details. I don’t think Rebel’s that interested in going, so we can do it together. He trusts me to do it.”

6 star rating out of 596 reviews. ********************* Harley: The Outlaw Chronicles: Book One - Completed - A Secret Romance in an Outlaw MC! Harley was the product of an affair. After her mother died, she decided to make contact with her father, Ron Hale, a criminal and leader of a felon-filled, biker outlaw club, The Savage Scorpions. After months of virtual communication, she decides to visit him in his small Californian town of Pleasant-Tree-Ville. When she arrives, she gets less than a warm welcome from the other SS members. As the days pass, she starts forming friendships, bonds and something a little more with Alexander Coates, Her father's second-in-command... and best friend. It'

"You are handing them the antidote. You are showing them the map out of the dark." Marco pushed off the doorframe and crossed the Persian rug, his boots making no sound. He stopped beside Leo, his dark eyes locking onto mine with a fierce, unyielding pride. "Adrian Cross tried to burn this place down by exposing our secrets. Cassie fought back by publishing the truth about our practices. But you... you are about to stand up and teach them how to survive their own flaws. You are the proof that a safeword isn't just for a physical scene. It’s for the soul. If anyone in this club understands the absolute, devastating necessity of boundaries, it is the woman who completely shattered her own."

“Yes! We need to go through all of the trouble! The young master of the Young family is getting married. How could we let it be unknown? I need to invite all of the celebrities to attend!” Rachel coldly smiled as she heard Old Madam Young speaking. The smile then vanished instantly. She raised her wine glass. “Congratulations, my brother! May your love deepen until the end of time!” Rachel’s sudden change shocked Christina. Was Rachel not mad that she was in a relationship with Sean? As she thought of that, she grabbed her drink and received Rachel’s congratulatory message with Sean. “Mommy, I want to be the page boy!” Travis cut in happily! “Alright, Travis will be our page boy!” Sean laugh

“Can I get you another drink?” Shaking my head, I answered her smile with one of my own. “No, I’m fine. I’m actually waiting for someone, and he’s running a little late. I was wondering if …..” The blonde’s smile cracked. Her eyes darted around at the milling people that stood laughing and joking in groups around the bar. “Don’t tell me, you hooked up with a biker last night and was hoping to run into him again tonight.” She sighed heavily. “Look, honey, I don’t want to burst your bubble but these guys.” She gave a nod that seemed to encompass the whole room. “They don’t do relationships. They don’t come back for seconds. Do yourself a favour and move on. No good has ever come from chasing a

Nyx, Sulphur and the others are also in our company. “ Club Odyssey?” Chloe reads out loud and I smile. “It screams mystery, right?” I ask and Chloe nods. It's the same impression I got when I learnt about the club. Who would have thought it was a club owned by bikers? “ No,it screams of sin wrapped with candy paper.” Chloe declares and I burst out giggling. “ Then let's see what sin they are offering.” I wink and then saunter inside. I can feel Nyx disapproval charging the night. She has never made peace with interacting with members of the shadow riders MC.