Novelas y relatos de Motorcycle Club Books Romance

How is Scarlett going to be as a famous Fashion Designer as said by Eric? Eric is getting jealous of Arthur, did he ever get to know his truth. Or Scarlett will make this a trump card? Clubbing, is it the best idea or what's going to happen? Who is that man? If ...If it is our hero then what store for them? A dangerous kick to Romance, Romance in Club.Haha Pls, share your views. It motivates me a lot. Purva Narang (Your Writer) Till the next time

I say, bracing myself for more. “After getting fired from Bodies, she met some guy. Started hanging out with a motorcycle club. That lasted a couple of years before she gave up on it.” “A motorcycle club?” I repeat, my stomach twisting. “Yeah,” he says, shrugging like it’s no big deal. “Something like Chrome Gods? I don’t know.” He pauses, narrowing his eyes as he searches his memory. “The guy she was dating there? His name was Diesel.” I write it down, my mind racing, trying to connect dots that feel more like jagged edges tearing through my thoughts.

My life couldn't get any better than it is now and I thank god everyday for sending this angel into my territory! ***Book 2 : Dice's little runaway will be out within the week. 5 chapters are already completed***

The next morning, Vivian arrived at my place, her car packed with two folded bicycles in the trunk. "The ride's a bit far. You can nap on the way, and I'll wake you when we're there," she said. Considering I'd hardly slept, replaying Vivian's words in my mind, I gladly took her advice and drifted off. I had no idea how long I slept, but when Vivian shook me awake, I found myself in a remote area surrounded by lush greenery. "We're here! The club's founder booked out this entire mountain. It's secluded, so we can let loose as much as we want," she said with a mischievous grin.

though she was still debating whether to publish it under her real name or maintain the fiction of Raven Steele. The sound of a motorcycle engine echoing through the valley announced Jax's return from his weekly trip to town. She looked up from her writing, a smile automatically crossing her face as she watched him navigate the winding dirt road that led to their sanctuary. Even after all these months, the sight of him still made her pulse quicken—all dangerous beauty and barely contained power, though the edges had softened considerably since they'd left the world of motorcycle clubs behind.

Our old ladies had set up a rescue centre, and they took it in turns to keep it open around the clock. My delicious little Russian tigress had never been in any real danger, but she was going to learn that I was the President of this MC club and her actions had consequences. I grinned as I adjusted myself and swung my leg over my Harley, my hand already twitching at the thought of connecting it to her perfect little ass. 'Let's ride, boys.' I shouted as the sound of twenty powerful motorcycle engines roaring to life filled the air, and I drove out of the compound onto the road, turning right and heading for the spot where she would roughly come out of the woods.

It would definitely cost a lot to buy this in B City. “Are you the customer on Stormchase? Hop on,” Monique reached out her small face, blinking her bright eyes, then she went down and opened the door for that young man who had dumbfounded and standing there for a long time. “This is a Maserati! Are you Stormchase’s driver who has been taking requests?” The young man sounded amazed and opened his mouth wide in shock, that it could even fit a huge duck egg.

I could feel my nipples tightening from the cool air and the intensity rolling off him in waves. My mind screamed danger, but my body… God, my body was reacting like a traitor, heat rushing through me. “Let go of me,” I whispered, but it came out breathier than I wanted. His thumb brushed my lower lip, rough and calloused. For a split second his eyes darkened, dropping to my mouth before snapping back up. “You’ve got fire. Good. You’re gonna need it here.” One of the other bikers laughed from the corner. “She’s shaking like a leaf, Prez. Maybe she needs warming up.”

"But I am absolutely not losing this motorcycle club to a man like Viper. And I am sure as hell never losing you, Tessa." He leaned his head down and kissed meslowly, deeply, and with a raw intensity, pouring all of his heavy stress, fear, and dark obsession straight into my mouth. When he finally pulled his lips away, his dark eyes were completely black with a deep need. "I am still earning your heart, Tessa," he whispered fiercely against my skin. "Even while every single thing around us burns to the ground." As I curled my body tight into his broad chest and listened to the distant, roaring sound of heavy motorcycles revving their engines outside the windowbrothers standing guard in the d