Motorcycle Romance Books Novels & Stories

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.”

That sneaky devil didn’t even bother saying goodbye. Her eyes widened in awe as she spotted a black motorcycle with electric blue stripes. Ah! She had always dreamed of riding one of these. “Shall we?” He sat on the bike and offered her a helmet. A mixture of butterflies and excitement swirled in Myla’s stomach. She coughed, trying to hide her flustered state, and carefully positioned herself behind him, making sure not to touch him. With a sudden jerk, the motorcycle roared to life, and instinctively, she latched onto him. He chuckled, clearly enjoying her reaction.

There are many beautiful things you can do in your life, but riding a motorcycle, holding the man you love and going someplace you don’t know is on another level. I have no idea how much time we've spent on the vehicle, but I know I enjoyed every single second of the ride. We didn’t exchange many words, but just being with him was enough to make me smile. Tiger parks his black motorcycle in a place I can’t recognize. He gets off and helps me take off the helmet. My heart skips a beat when he smiles before he asks me to hold his hand. I don’t hesitate to intertwine our fingers and follow him.

*** A black motorcycle purred as its rider stopped outside a bar, pulling his helmet off of his messy black hair as he looked at his surroundings. A young woman with hair the colour of wheat was just waking up, she stretched and smiled as she welcomed a new day. Elsewhere, a woman looked down on the sleeping form of the young man she had cared for for most of his life. She brushed his brunette hair from his face and wished for peace in their lives. If only she knew the storm that was brewing. END OF BOOK ONE

Please. If heartbreak could kill me, it would’ve done it years ago. Kael Draven might’ve rejected me, but he didn’t get to erase me. Not when I was finally starting to feel real. But none of that mattered the next morning — not when they came back. I was halfway through repairing the damn engine I’d set on fire when the rumble of motorcycles cut through the air. Low, deep. Not the usual local drunks or weekend riders. These were pack bikes. Military style. Matte black.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

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The city lights blur past us as we navigate through traffic. New York at night is beautiful from the back of a motorcycle, all neon and possibility. For a moment, I can almost forget the last three years. Almost pretend I'm just a woman on a bike with a man who once loved her. *Who still loves her,* my wolf adds hopefully. *Stop,* I warn her. *Just stop.* *As a friend* she added. I wanted to respond, but then we hit a pothole, and I instinctively tighten my grip around his waist, and the movement sends a jolt of panic through me.

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The motorcycle seemed almost alive, vibrating with anticipation for the dangerous mission ahead. Steve swung his leg over the bike with fluid grace, settling onto the leather seat before extending his hand to help Emma. She hesitated for just a heartbeat before accepting his assistance, her smaller hand disappearing into his much larger one. With her heart in her throat, she climbed onto the back of the motorcycle, her arms wrapping tentatively around Steve's solid torso. The warmth of his body contrasted sharply with the cool evening air, and she found herself holding onto him more tightly than necessary.