Motorcycle Romance Books Novels & Stories

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.

🗨️I'll be glad to be your partner doc. 💊 Ryan's POV💊 Susan sent a message to me the following morning that Alex and Jasmine will be coming together for the World Neurological Societies program. At first, I had no interest in that news. But a thought came in. 'Alex, you'll destroy yourself this time. I'll not touch you.' I thought. 💊Alex's POV💊 The day of is here and we're already in Brazil. I was glad to see the beautiful lady that rescued us during the fire outbreak. What's her name again? Yes, Emma.

“I wouldn’t mind giving you a tour later. And I could lend you some books.” “Thank you!” I squealed, almost bouncing on my feet. “Do you have Mary Antilla's The Mansion of Panrot-“ There was first a loud revving of a motorcycle engine, then a bang immediately followed by something like solid air that grazed my upper arm at lightning speed. I screamed and pressed my hand against my bruised skin. My mind blanked, and everything else happened in a blur. Dante barking orders, shoes shuffling against the paved ground in urgency...

Darcy fluttered into Felix's arms like a butterfly, completely changing from the vicious woman who had just tormented me. She spoke in a sweet, almost childlike voice, “Babe, where have you been? If I hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have known someone snuck in here trying to seduce you!

EMILIA POV The ride to Desert Ridge took six hours, and every mile felt like traveling backward through time. I'd forgotten what it felt like to be pressed against Axel's back, my arms wrapped around his waist, feeling every breath he took. The motorcycle thrummed between my thighs, powerful and dangerous, just like the man controlling it. We stopped twice for gas and food, barely speaking except for necessity. But I caught him watching me when he thought I wasn't looking, his green eyes unreadable behind dark sunglasses.

The engine roared to life, vibrating through her body, drowning out the noise in her head. She rode, out of the city, onto the highway, where the world opened up and the buildings fell away. The wind cut through her thoughts, stripped them bare, carrying away the lingering fragments of him. There was only the road, the speed, the present moment demanding her full attention. The motorcycle felt like an extension of her body; steady, responsive, grounding. She leaned into turns, felt the machine respond to her touch, trusted it to hold her up. It never let her down. It never disappeared. It never made her question whether she was asking for too much.

"It's the only place they're allowed to visit when they're passing through our lands without getting hunted down. It's basically sacred ground and a breeding ground for trouble. Do you see all of this?” I followed her gaze and raised a brow. My heart did a little flutter, but it wasn't from fear. It was excitement. There were so many motorcycles. More bikes than cars were lined up in the lot like a warning sign, all chrome and black leather and pure arrogance. I swallowed a laugh because Sofia actually gulped and pulled her coat tighter around herself like that would somehow save her from a room full of bikers. "At least that means the guys inside are hot," I said lightly, trying to tease he

Was I not doing a good job? Then he demanded, “Open up. Wide.” When I opened my mouth, he slipped his côck inside, going further than before. “Sûck me.” . A. Gupta Have you checked out my other books!!! All are completed. Dark Mafia Romance. Arrange Marriages. Enemies to Lovers. Blackmails. And Anti-heroes with OTT possessiveness and highly morally grey characters. BOOKS: BRIDE TO BE. CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance

His mouth-watering cologne mixes with the smell of leather of his jacket, creating a newly addicting scent for me. He breaks the kiss and hands me a helmet and is already on his motorbike, starting the motor as I get on it behind him. My heart beats faster as I hear his voice resounding in my helmet. “Hold on tightly, babe. Don’t let go.” I scoop as close as I can, wrapping my arms around his sculpted chest. As he starts driving into traffic, I cling on to his t-shirt like a panicky little kitty cat. The vibrations of the motorbike and his vicinity have me feeling like I could touch the sky. My brain starts getting into a haze at the sole thought of us finally getting some time to ourselves.

It was already very late. When we walked out of the diner, the snow was falling harder, covering my car in a thick, white blanket. We quickly got into the car. I stared at Jax for a long time. "I meant what I said in the kitchen," I told him, pulling him into my arms. "I love you.” Jax wrapped his arms around my neck, burying his face in the crook of my shoulder. "I love you too, Liam. Just... try not to hit me into the boards tomorrow? My left side is starting to feel like a tenderized steak."