Novel & Cerita Motorcycle Romance Books

The tension snapped. They moved as if they'd done this before—in dreams, in fire, in mirrors. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, amber glow over the hillside as Dominique and Damien stood by his sleek, black motorcycle. The engine purrs as Damien revs it, the vibration sending a thrill through Dominique's body. He leans in, his breath hot against her ear. "Ready to ride, Dom?" he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous promise. Dominique nods, her heart racing with anticipation. Damien straddles the bike, and with a wicked grin, he gestures for her to lie back against the tank, her head resting on the handlebars. The cool metal against her skin contrasts with the heat building bet

“Never “I replied, taking the key to the motorcycle from his hands. I rode in the vehicle and waved suggestively to the rump. “But you can continue accepting that it depends on me to decide the paths you follow in life.” Flynn laughed, but he rode behind me and held on to my waist, getting so close to my body that I again felt that shudder of ecstasy. I started the bike, feeling the powerful and fast engine coming to life, as I accelerated smoothly and took us forward. The world around it was just a blur and I made my way down the road as Flynn snuggled behind me, taking his hands to my belly. I didn't pay attention to your gesture. I didn't focus my mind on anything but the road that bowed

Being close to hot and hunky Godwin when he looked and smelled that good could easily send me over the edge. I giggled with unbridled delight when he produced a silver Porsche GTS convertible as our ride. I was so excited about the prospect of riding in it that I couldn’t tell if the goosebumps that traveled up and down my body as he guided me into the passenger’s seat was from his touch or the thrill of the car.

Crazy Ride (2) That night on the back of the motorcycle changed everything. There was no careful courtship, no shy texts or polite dinners under string lights. Just a spark that caught and refused to die. Raw, reckless want that kept pulling us back together. A few days later he appeared at my door before the sun was fully up, helmet tucked under one arm, that sharp grin already in place. “Get on,” he said, voice low and certain. I didn’t hesitate. I swung my leg over, wrapped my arms tight around his waist, pressed my thighs against his hips, and we roared out of the village with red dust billowing behind us like smoke.

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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.

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