Biker Romance Novels Novelas e Histórias

Luca’s POV I barely even feel the freezing mountain wind on my skin as I pull on my leather riding gear and start up my engine. My brothers and I ride identical custom choppers. We all pilot massive, midnight-black bikes with bright blue neon lights glowing under the frame—a super rare combination on the streets. I know our queen is going to take a while to get her bike up to speed. She is completely new to this high-tech biker world. I just hope the heavy clutch isn't too painful for her hands to hold. She has a real bounce in her step as she walks her bike out from behind the tree to meet us at the starting line. I completely admire her sandy bike and those dark eyes I know so well.

Nothing mattered anymore—not since they'd taken everything from her. Six weeks. Six weeks since Michael’s mutilated body had been pulled from the river, weighted down with chains, his fingers cut off and his tongue removed—the Diamondbacks' signature for dealing with traitors. Six weeks of police giving her the runaround, of leads going nowhere, of a system that didn't care about one dead biker. But Raven had spent those weeks learning, watching, preparing. She'd studied the motorcycle clubs, their territories, their wars. She knew exactly what she was walking into.

“You okay?” “Motorcycle club?” I asked. He nodded. “Like Hell’s Angels?” Booker smirked. “In theory.” “Crap.” I glanced up at him. “I really should go.” “Go where, darlin’? There’s nothing around here for over a mile in any direction.” “Clarify something for me. Are you a club because you have really nice bikes and like to hang out and drink beer on occasion, or are you like outlaws or something?”

His grin broadened. “I’d never lost before.” I sneered. “Okay. Get your bike, and let’s begin.” He ordered smugly. His demeanor raised my rebellious attitude. “Not until I see your partner.” “He’s here already.” He merely said, while going over to the Streetfighter. That meant the Superleggera was his partner’s. I felt his presence before I even saw him, and my heartbeat quickened. No, it couldn’t be. ‘Of course it could be, you idiot.’ I chided myself inwardly. He told me he was a biker too.

He wiggled his eyebrows at me, and I laughed, happy to be included in this little game of riling Colt up. We walked further into the thickest of the crowd as Axel showed me how to identify the various biker clubs by their arm bands and other accessories. Colt’s club wore a green armband and mostly had a green scarf around their necks, or strapped to their heads as a durag. But the silver-blond-haired bikers with the exact shade of green arm bands were visiting from Russia and had no affiliations with Colt’s club. This was an international rally. “One would assume you were a biker when, in the past, you used to hate accompanying me to these kinds of events." Colt said over my head, and Axel f

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I didn’t want him to think I was ogling him as the package and not the bike-- oh God no! I still can't have anything to do with any man until I've done away with Oliver for good. It'd be unfair to cheat emotionally with whoever I'll be with right now and a biker? Damn, that's far from it. They tend to be wild, dangerous, toxic- I've read a lot of biker romance and good Lord, it's about biker gangs and shit. No, thanks, I'll pass. I turned my head to steal glances at him again when I suddenly saw the biker's helmet right next to my window.

“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!