Bikers Romance Books Novels & Stories

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!

Only Damion can turn a battlefield into romance. I read the card. You know me – my guilt ... my demons ... my scars ... but as long as you stand next to me, they seem not so scary.I'm not a perfect prince on a white horse - I'm a devil on a black bike. But I'm real, and I'm yours. Forever. My belly-up heart flutters and purrs. He’s my broken San Francisco boy. Not perfect. Not even close. But he’s mine. Exactly the way he is.

Ace explained. "Ok." Lainey agreed. She wanted no part of that. Some of her favorite romance books to read were Biker Romances. She had no idea how real or made up they were. But normally people got their ideas from somewhere, right? They walked through the main room which was oddly clean and spacious. She figured for a bunch of guys it would be dirty and beer cans or bottles everywhere. A lot of the stories she read were like that. But then she remembered, they were all retired military.

He stared right back at me as he rubbed his thumb against his bottom lip and cocked an eyebrow at me. "She's riding with me." Joker demanded. I heard Dom snicker. He knew what was about to happen. "Nope. I'm riding MY bike. Fuck all of you!" I threw up both of my middle fingers as I hurried to the garage. A moment later I started up my bike, revved the engine and pealed out. Serves them right. Let's see if they can keep up with me. Assholes.

“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.

But deep down, I already knew the answer. Nothing. Not a single message. I stared at the empty chat for a while, feeling the silence settle heavier in my chest. I shouldn’t have been surprised. I was a fool for trusting a piece of shit like him. I knew what bikers were. Everyone said it, playboys, liars, men who lived by no rules but their own. I should’ve known better. I should’ve stayed away. But I didn’t. I gave him everything, my trust, my heart, my body, and now I was the one left bleeding.

He said with bowed head and I rolled my eyes, puffing out the smokes and I turned, heading to the hall. *** *** *** The hall was already filled with bikers, all eager to learn. Of cause they will, I'm the tutor. The girls passed with seductive winks but I ignored them like they were non existent. “The Ballisters are one of the toughest mafias over here in the City, Getting into thier volt like home isn't going to be easy! You'll need skills, stamina and Strength! The three S to a perfect plan's accomplishment!” I said and they nodded.

Thank you to everyone who has read it. I'm glad so many of you have enjoyed the story. Book two in the Mafia series begins after this point. Sick For Them It is a dark mafia romance. It is not the typical BXG and is MMMF romance. This story is one in which she is kidnapped, and the mafia saves her, and falls in love with her.

"But you can't come because Crispin will kill me." "No, the bikers will kill you first." Crispin would bury her and then dig her back up and do it again. It is the stupidest idea I've ever heard from Katy, and from the sounds of it, she has a lot of stupid ideas. Still, I can't let her go wandering off into a clubhouse by herself. I haven't met the bikers myself, but I guarantee they won't find her peeking in windows and then invite her inside for a spaghetti dinner. In college I read Motorcycle Club romance books. I have a pretty good idea what goes down in biker clubs and it isn't a bunch of reformed criminals falling in love.

Then he kicks the engine over, the roar of his bike drowning out everything else. Evander is right beside him, leaning back on his sissy bar with a casual, predatory grace. He catches my eye and doesn't offer a glare. Instead, he winks, blowing a slow, mocking kiss that is meant only for me. It is a reminder of the cellar, a reminder that while Ronan is guarding me, Evander is the one who has tasted me. And then, with a thunderous collective roar, they are gone. A massive cloud of blue exhaust hangs in the air as fifty bikes speed out of the lot, their taillights disappearing like a trail of dying stars.