Motorcycle Romance Books Novels & Stories

[Madison] Sitting on Ford’s lap and riding home in the curve of his body while the engine of his motorcycle thrummed between my legs was revelatory. I’d never seen the appeal of motorcycles until that moment. His energy was immense and so powerful. If I hadn’t already been a little tipsy, that feeling would have put me over the edge.

I did not reply to Jeremy Steward's message. I just stared at that photo. I knew the car interior all too well. After all, it was the promotional gift I had given him. Hanging from the glove compartment on the passenger side was the safety charm I had woven by hand. I tapped into that unfamiliar account again and opened her playlist. The pinned playlist was titled 'A Love That Came Late.' Its description read, 'You are the joy that came too late and the one I'll love for the rest of my life.'

“You’re staring at each other again.” Noelle’s small voice cut through the thick silence. Sebastian stepped back immediately, releasing Nyra’s arm as if he’d been caught doing something forbidden. Nyra straightened, ignoring the sting in her grazed arm. “We’re not.” “You are,” Noelle insisted. “Like in the movies before they kiss.” Sebastian cleared his throat. “Enough.” Sirens wailed outside the lodge. Guests were being ushered away, security shouting instructions. The scent of gunpowder still hung in the air, mixing with pine and melted wax from fallen candles.

Chapter Seven The parking lot was nearly empty, our footsteps echoing against concrete as I followed Adrien through the rain. My feet were bare now, the ruined heels abandoned somewhere on the terrace because I simply couldn't walk in them anymore. The cold pavement bit into my soles with each step, but it was nothing compared to the bone-deep chill that had settled into my body over the past three hours. He stopped beside the motorcycle—a Ducati, it was sleek, black and dangerous-looking. Everything about it screamed speed and power and recklessness and I loved it! He opened the storage compartment and pulled out a helmet, holding it out to me without a word.

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

My heart raced as Xavier slowly eased the motorcycle onto the road. The bright moon and stars illuminated the night sky, creating a peaceful and quiet atmosphere, interrupted only by the motorcycle roaring down the road. Riding with Xavier, I started to grasp his passion for this experience. It was as if we were soaring through the night, feeling liberated and untethered from the world around us.

I was going to be the medicine for my woman's smiles and not the poison. *** It took me not less than one day to learn about my Mate. She is a goddess of warriors! Goddess of fire and fury! Goddess of destruction and anger! "Awnn..." My inner wolf squealed in disappointment after hearing much about my chosen mate. She's the type who doesn't wants to be with any man but her sex comrade. I need to look for ways how to pacify her and win her favor! *** I was coming from the upper side walking towards a bridge with a baby crying loudly, I was trying to move closer to save the baby but a deafening sound was resounding into the dark of the night, terrifyingly approaching the bridge.

She pulled it on, slid onto the back seat behind Rurik, and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Hold on tight, little one. I'll see you are dry and warm as soon as I can." He patted her hands and then gunned the engine. The motorcycle shot forward as they sped into the brightly lit Moscow streets. She watched the world around her blur as Rurik guided his bike into the traffic. Rain made the lights from the cars seem like foggy halos. He was fearless, flawless, and sexy as hell. She never thought she'd have a thing for motorcycles, but tonight she totally did.

She suddenly regretted asking such a dumb question. Just then, Diana heard the roar of a motorcycle engine. Being sensitive to motorcycles, she perked up her ears and subconsciously glanced outside. On the side of the road, a red Yamaha motorcycle roared past, carrying a woman. Though her face was obscured by the helmet, she wore a tight black leather jacket that showcased her alluring and sexy figure, drawing everyone's attention. In just a fleeting moment, Diana still managed to catch a glimpse. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. "So beautiful!"

She heard the sound of a motorcycle, Austin also came out wearing a leather jacket. He stopped in front of her. "I'll tell Lystra to give you simple clothes then," he said, "Hop in, my angel." He supported her to sit on his motor. "Your motorcycle is mesmeric," she praised Austin's motorbike. “This is my Ecosse Titanium, Marshmallow. My first love. ” That made her cringed. "Seriously?" She raised her eyebrow sarcastically. She was almost out of breath when Austin grabbed her hands and guided her to encircle it around his waist.