Biker Romance Books Novels & Stories

is all I can say, voice rough, low enough that only she can hear. Rhea tilts her head, all sultry confidence. “I didn’t know there was more to you than leather jackets and bikes,” she says, voice almost sweet—too sweet. My perfect little liar. She lets go of the chain. The sudden absence of her fingers feels like ice against my heated skin. She fixes it—trailing that same finger down my chest, following the lines of ink, watching them with the same obsessive hunger I feel every time I look at her. My breathing hitches. Just once, sharp.

My bullet sliced his tires open and he and his bike went flying and crashing to the other side of the road. The second biker fired at me, and the bullet shattered the driver’s side mirror. I crouched low and shot at his gas tank. His bike skidded off the road, and the next bike ran right into him. I dived back into the backseat, reaching my hand sticky with blood forward. I hit reverse and barely two seconds into the car flying backward, the bikes burst into flames. Either this road was weirdly empty on a weekend, or I was so blind with pain I was seeing differently, but there were no other cars on the road.

An assassin for the Mother’s Revenge. I found my purpose; I found my home. In two men I love with my all. Two men who have been there through it all. A mafia Don and a biker of The Princes Of Darkness MC. I am no longer the broken mafia biker princess, no. I am Rebel, the wife of a Don and the wife of a biker. THE END. Hey lovelies, thank you so much for reading our Rebel’s story. I know it was heartbreaking to read as it was to write. So thank you for sticking with it.

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

She stopped and stared as it slowed, almost coming to a stop right beside her. She covered her mouth with her gloved hand, biting on a knuckle to refrain from screaming. Her heart raced, her stomach twisted, and her chest tightened until she couldn't breathe. Don't pass out. Her legs felt like jelly and her knees trembled. She gaped at the rider who sat on the bike as if he'd been born there. Anyone could see he had lots of miles under his belt. His huge red helmet had a tinted face guard so she couldn't see his face. He wore jeans and worn cowboy boots. His leather bomber jacket covered most of a black plaid flannel shirt. She sensed him. She knew in her heart. Dillon was back.

I was reminded of that morning in the exercise room when he had a fit about me being there. A little devil tapped me on the shoulder, and don't ask me where I got the nerve. "Are there going to be a lot of men at the fair? Do you know them? I hear they're mostly bikers, hot ones, not like the ones from around here." Chantal had said as much about the bikers coming to town anyway, which she'd heard from Wolf. As to them not being like the ones around here, I have no idea if that's true; I'd added that to get his goat, and it seems to have worked if the look he gave me was any indication. "You're playing with fire, little fawn." Why does him calling me that make me feel so warm inside?

A random motorcycle went by on the street, the person stopping just outside the door and coming forward and opening the door a little. “Hey, are you all still open? I could go for a dessert right now.” I laughed then with Teddy; the biker giving us a quizzical look as he took in the wedding dress and the tux. “Maybe next time then…” he slowly backed out and closed the door behind him, leaving me and Teddy as we kissed again in the middle of the bakery. -fin- Hello Everyone! I’ll be making a sequel of this book starting November 1st, 2025 called ‘Rogues and Royals’. I hope you all will join me on that adventure as well!

The bike sped off, and the thrill was what I enjoyed most. One of the best feelings of racing with the most famous Biker in the whole city. Vladimir drove, neither of us saying a word, but his smell intoxicated my every sense, and I had to struggle not to sniff his neck. Even his clothes reeked of his scent and my senses couldn't ignore it. The bond pulled me closer to him and I gritted my teeth with anger. It's not something I have a hundred per cent control over, but I am glad he didn't mark me as other werewolves would do as soon as they discover their mate.

For half a heartbeat, my grip tightened too much, breath catching in my throat. Not today. I forced the thought away and leaned in harder, trusting instinct over fear. The bike responded beautifully, hugging the curve like it was part of me. Fourth lap, chaos. It happened too fast for fear to form properly. A rider ahead lost control. One moment he was accelerating, the next his bike skidded sideways, sparks screaming as metal scraped asphalt. Time fractured. I saw the opening closing too quickly, the angle wrong, the inevitable collision rushing toward me. I swerved.

he said. I didn't bother responding; I just slammed the door and went straight to the garage. As I started my bike and drove off, while still on the road, I turned on my phone and immediately called one of my partners in the biker race. "I am on my way. Get everything ready. I want to start as soon as I can. I am so enraged at this moment, and I know I'm going to win. Find people to bet on me," I said and ended the call while speeding along the road, not caring about any of the traffic rules because, at this point, nothing frustrated me more than the fact that I had to stay away from Blair.