Motorcycle Romance Books Novels & Stories

" And he went away leaving me shocked. To be continued…. From tomorrow, there's a new journey for Eric and Scarlett, tune in to see the tale of heartbreak, possessiveness, and obsession. A way to their Ruthless Romance. Till the next time Purva Narang (Your author)

Sarah. His daughter’s bright, innocent smile. Sarah’s haunted, weary eyes. Both of them, so precious, so vulnerable, slipping further from his reach with every agonizing beat of his engine. The thought was a raw ache in his chest, a burning urgency that fueled his speed. He pushed his bike harder, ignoring the chill that cut through his leather vest.

I leave and dont bother to look back i needed to leave and not look back there is no way he felt the same way about me. _______________________________________________________________________________ Its been 2 weeks sine i packed my thing at the Andonite's house and the only contact i had with any of them was when i checked on Ellie. She was doing alot better she told me she didnt like Ricky's new girlfriend her names was Katie. I didnt have the heart to tell here i didnt care to know anything about him or her. He is going to physical therapy and seems to be recovering well he has been even going to the race shop. From what Ellie has told me the car he wrecks was junk and they have been wo

He never gave her money to glam up, but he wanted her to glam up. When I got to the bus stop, I brought out my phone to order for a uber. I always sat at the bus stop to order a ride. While I wait for my ride, I enjoyed the beautiful busy view of my small town. Greentown was name after the beautiful gardens that was almost everywhere in the town.

I closed my fingers around it. The bike started with the authority of something that had been properly loved. I had half-expected hesitation it had been months since it ran consistently but Jax had done something to the ignition timing, or the fuel system, or whatever particular alchemy good mechanics applied to machines that had given up. It caught on the second kick and settled into a rhythm that was steady and clean and unmistakably alive. I sat on it for a moment in the lot before moving. Rafe was watching from the garage doorway, coffee in hand, pretending to be interested in the middle distance.

****** As they approached the stable, Penelope noticed how the horses snorted and neighed as they got close to them. She remembered that wolves had a natural affinity towards horses and wondered if any rogue pack would attack them. However, they were reassured by Rusell that they had picked the best horses that could outrun any pack. Penelope chose a chestnut horse, it had a beautiful coat and was fast. Liam, on the other hand, chose a black stallion that was majestic and strong. They were given saddles and the necessary equipment. Liam checked the saddle and tightened the girth strap before mounting the horse. Penelope followed suit, and soon they were galloping out of the Packhouse.

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

I exclaimed, unable to contain my desire. And then, we became one, deeply connected. I rode him, my hands spreading across his broad shoulders, while his hands gripped my buttocks. The intense pleasure enveloped us, causing the car's tires to burst one by one because a vampire and a pari made love in the car. He stepped out of the car, grabbing my buttocks. My legs and hands were wrapped around him, and he was deep inside me. I was feeling so complete and inseparable. He pinned me against a towering tree and thrust hard and fast, drinking my blood from every inch of my body, and gripping my soft breasts and round buttocks. The pleasure was overwhelming, transporting me to another world of ec

I sipped the drink the taste was amazing, sweet with a hint of alcohol just like he had said. I took my attention back to Aimee and Diego who sat whispering between each other. I leaned closer in an attempt to join in but it wasn’t like I could hear their whispers over the music that was playing. “What are you two whispering about” I asked giving up on ears dropping. “Nada, now who is coming to dance with me?” Aimee let out downing her drink in one go. “Slow down, FUCK Lorenzo is going to fucking kill me” Diego scolded her.

Her body leaned slightly forward, and I could clearly feel the warmth of her against my back. I almost forgot to breathe. “Why are you going so slow?” her voice sounded near my ear, half laughing. “I-I’m not slow,” I protested quickly, even though I knew that was a lie. Rachel chuckled softly. The vibration traveled through my back. Then she leaned a little closer and whispered, her voice soft against the wind, “I like riding motorcycles.” I froze for a split second. “Y-you do?” “Yeah,” she answered. “It feels freer. You can feel the wind. Not like being inside a car.”