Motorcycle Club Books Romance Novels & Stories

They both smiled and then the blond whispered something to the brunette. Then someone turned on music... not just any music... tribal music. Soon, party goers started swaying to the music. But I tried to ignore it. Above, the moon shone brightly adding another layer of light to the party. "We?" Then what Cruz had said brought me back to the present. "Is this a motorcycle club?" Cruz smirked, lifting an eyebrow. "Do you see any motorcycles?" I looked around and there was one parked near the house. "Yeah. That one."

Above it in scripted writing read "Ardor Brothers." The motorcycles pulled in closer around me like bodyguards. Cole revved his bike and took off. My arms tightened around his jacket. I could feel the hard muscles beneath. I wondered briefly since I was the leader, if I could take members to bed, or if it was just the touch that they sought. I pushed the thought aside. I didn't know if I was ready for all that, but it didn't keep me from enjoying Cole's body while we rode. I was careful not to pull any power from him, though. I didn't want him to get distracted, and we all crashed.

Daddy had only smiled in response then continued, "the Shadow Clan Alpha founded a motorcycle club called Club Casablanca, and the thought of wolves riding motorcycles leaves the elders of the Blue River Clan feeling uneasy." "They must be really bad Daddy," I would then reply, lying on my bed. "Yes, my love. They sure are. Respectable wolves like us shouldn't have anything to do with them. Do you know, that motorcycle club is a sign of the Shadow Clan's lack of respect for the ways of nature. It's a direct and defiant challenge to our own traditions and values." I'd ask him, “Is that why we should always stay away from them Daddy?” And he would reply, "Yes dear. The elders of the Blue River

When Michael moved a little closer and Peter just missed clipping Roger with his hooves when he reared, Amelia added, “Whoever you are, just leave before someone gets hurt.” “And who might that someone be, vampire?” Michael asked as he allowed his brown eyes to glow red. His expression of the word vampire displayed his dislike for them, as did the twisted look on his normally handsome face. Hot headed and arrogant Amelia lept off her horse and tossed me the reins. I did my best to keep abreast of her actions while I now struggled with two unruly mounts.

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He touched it with a gentleness I hadn't seen him show to anything else. By the time dusk rolled in, I couldn’t stay cooped up anymore. The walls of the room felt like they were pressing in. I slipped out and wandered through the dimly lit hallways of the clubhouse. Most of the bikers ignored me, their attention on card games or greasy food. Some stared, curious but silent, their eyes following me like shadows. I heard whispers, hushed tones that carried through the smoke-filled air. About “the girl Reaper brought in.” About me being “another broken bird.”

You see lights ahead, low buildings, neon signs, rows of gleaming motorcycles. A large sign over the entrance: IRON WOLVES MC They pull into the lot and kill the engines. Viktor helps you off the bike, hia big hands steady on your waist. You look around. Men and women in leather. Laughter. Music thumping from inside. A biker club. Viktor glances down at you. “You good?” You nod, still clutching his jacket around you like armor. “Come on,” he says. “Let’s get you dry.”

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Ace remarked. "I'd still have to go to the Vet MC to talk with the ladies. Raine, Kim, and Sam are telling their stories." She explained. "That shouldn't be a problem." Ace replied. "And before you ask, I'm only writing about the romance part and names are changed. Nothing about real club business. Everything I write is purely made up. After all you have to have some drama and bad boy stuff to spice up the reading and keep the readers entertained." Pamela explained. "I have one question." Ace replied.

Our eyes held each other, the air thickening. "Come on, finish your drink." Mason insisted “we should resume the massage”?. I nodded, downing the rest of my drink. As I stood to return my cup and retired to the bed, our hands slightly touched, sending sparks within me. “You’re tipsy”, he observed. “A little,” I admitted.