Biker Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“You enjoyin’ the show?” “I’m working,” I answered flatly as I picked up a stray, damp coaster from the center of the table. He leaned forward, propping his massive, tattooed elbows on the wood. “That ain’t what I asked.” I collected the empty bottles, as keeping my voice light since nervousness was just blood in the water to men like him, I retorted, “Then you asked the wrong question.” One of the other bikers laughed into his beer and Reaper’s grin widened, as his crude edge shifted into something more curious. “Got a mouth on you,” he chuckled, adjusting his leather vest.

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.

He looks dangerous and sexy in his cut and chains hanging from his pants, a true badass biker. Taking the few steps toward him I place a chaste kiss to his cheek. My back turns, missing the disappointment that marks his face. I don't bother with the new bikers that are lurking in the house with half naked girls hanging off their arms. I don't look up when a cloud of smoke blows in my face. I keep my gaze to the floor, inhaling the thick smell of beer and stale smoke now masking the strong disinfectant that normally fills the air in this area.

Another side to him. Then, Elias gasped as her eyes fell on another book. It was sitting on the drawer next to the closet door, and the familiar humiliating title of the book ' My Biker Boy Fantasies ' made her bite her lips. The pages were folded, indicating that he had been reading it recently. "Oh God," Elias murmured as she approached the book, "How long is he gonna keep reading this?!" Just then, Kaelen stepped out of the closet wearing nothing but pants. Elias panicked for a second, startled by the sound and she spun a little too fast.

Bullet hole in his shoulder. Damien appeared from the tree line. Rifle raised. Face death itself. "Touch my family again and the next bullet goes through your brain." The bikers scattered. Taking cover behind their motorcycles. Weapons drawn. Mexican standoff. Twelve guns against one. "You cannot shoot us all," Garrett growled. "No. But I can shoot you. And I will. Right now. Unless you leave." "We are not leaving without our money—" Another shot. The motorcycle beside Garrett exploded. Gas tank hit. Flames erupted.

My ribs screamed with every breath—courtesy of Derek's boots three nights ago in that motel parking lot outside Tucson. "You cannot run forever, Jenna," he had said, his voice cold as winter. "I will find you again." But I had run. Again. A rumble split the air. Deep. Mechanical. The kind that made your bones vibrate. I lifted my head and saw them. Six motorcycles rolling down Main Street like they owned it. Leather. Chrome. The devil's head patch on their backs—red eyes, fangs bared. Devil's Reign MC. My blood turned to ice.

"You're hurt." Blood trickles from a cut on my forehead, and my ribs scream with every breath. But compared to a partial shift, this is nothing. "Who are you?" I whisper. "Ryder Kane." His voice is so deep. "And you're under my protection now." Behind him, other bikers are checking the unconscious enforcers. These aren't regular humans—I can smell the wolf in all of them. "Alpha Dominic won't let this go," I manage. "He will send everyone he has."

We looked at the pack land together in the early morning, and I thought about the highway in the dark and the bond reaching toward something it couldn't reach yet, and I thought about what it meant to be the thing it was reaching toward without knowing it. "I want to ask you something," I said. "Okay." "The riding." I paused. "The motorcycle. You've been doing it your whole life. What is it about it." He thought about this for a moment. "It's the only thing where the speed is inside the experience rather than outside it," he said. "In a car you're watching the speed. On a bike you're in it. Your body is part of the physics." He paused. "During the feral years it was the only time the noise i

Even while I visited the Hawk's Mansion when I was still dating Damon then, they whispered words about him, and I was asked to leave before he arrived all the time. Damon also once told me that he's a biker, a crazy one at that. How did I get myself trapped with a man like him? How did I get here? I turned and looked at the stranger one more time, and I could swear that I can never get over him. Even if he kills someone in front of me and then demands for my body to ease himself off, I will willingly give it to him without protest. "Uncle" Damon called, stepping down as he walked over.