Motorcycle Romance Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

Two hours later she was wearing another one of his shirts and roaring up the beach on a stolen motorcycle. She grinned under the black helmet. She'd never ridden a Ducati XDiavel S before. She'd've pegged Soloman as more of an old school Harley kind of guy. But hey, she wasn't going to complain. She needed the kind speed only a crotch rocket could provide to put some distance between her and the kind of hell that would fall on her head once Soloman found out she was gone.

His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”

Just on paper. So why did it hurt me so? Maybe because he’d kissed me so passionately I’d dared to think this could have been real. He was probably deep inside the woman I just caught him kissing, minutes after he slid a fucking ring on my finger. The ring burned, and instead of my prosthetic finger, I found myself twisting it in place in nervous jerks. Broken. Unlovable. Why did every single attempt at romance end up with me at the losing end? Embarrassed and betrayed, twice in a row, when I’d wanted nothing but companionship, at the very least.

And then he veered toward something that made me pause. A motorcycle. Not one of those plastic, soulless speed machines—but a real one. Matte black. Low-slung. Growling with restrained power. It looked like it had eaten roads for breakfast and still hadn’t had enough. I slowed to a stop, lips curving into a smirk as the machine came into full view. Pure muscle and menace. A beast with two wheels and no apologies. Of course Ryden rode a motorcycle. It was too perfect. The tattoos, the rough edges, the way he’d let me break him open with my thighs and a whisper—he was built for this kind of cliché. The good kind. The kind that made you ache.

com - "Femme Fatale: The Queen Of Chess" (Has similar tech-mafia themes as that was my favourite plotline personally in contemporary romance I'd suggest to give it a read.) "Bitten By A Loveless Noble Vampire" (Is a wonderful dark medieval romance with vampires and other mythological stuff. I love how gory and dark it is with the utmost sexual tension between the duo.) "Criminally God" (Is a Male Lead book with a system, demons and a vampire main character. I was inspired by Eoin Colfer and fused his style with my own and in fantasy genre.)

🗨️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.

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!

"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

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."