One Night With The Biker Novels & Stories

ONE NIGHT DEAL (One Night Love’s Book 2) Blurb: In order to find the truth about their son’s case and whereabouts, Freya and Jacob decided to make a ONE NIGHT DEAL. Pretense, denial, deception, and secret love. They planned a game, but what if fate also played with them? Can they win the game of love? Is there a chance for a complete and a happy family, or will it be completely destroyed by those who oppose their unity?

He gulped down the rest of the shot, then got down from the stool. Nadia got down too. "Heading home or your hiding place?" He shook his head. "To the club." "Ohhhhhh!" She tried to hide the fact that she was hurt. "I thought you talking to me really helped you." "It did." "Then why are you on your way to the club?" "Cos it's Friday. Ivan and the crew are waiting for me. There would be a lot of babes there. Maybe I'll find one that will help me get my mind off Nancy.

“Can I get you another drink?” Shaking my head, I answered her smile with one of my own. “No, I’m fine. I’m actually waiting for someone, and he’s running a little late. I was wondering if …..” The blonde’s smile cracked. Her eyes darted around at the milling people that stood laughing and joking in groups around the bar. “Don’t tell me, you hooked up with a biker last night and was hoping to run into him again tonight.” She sighed heavily. “Look, honey, I don’t want to burst your bubble but these guys.” She gave a nod that seemed to encompass the whole room. “They don’t do relationships. They don’t come back for seconds. Do yourself a favour and move on. No good has ever come from chasing a

You don't have to work alone on this. His breath was raspy as his forehead pushed against mine. "I can't let you go." "You won't." A Fresh Danger The first night was a restless silence. We were all so exhausted that we fell into a restless slumber, calmed by the distant sound of the lake crashing on the coast and the gentle rustle of leaves. However, a small beep—a security alert—came from Damien's phone during the worst hours of the night. With his rifle in hand, he sprung to his feet. The delicate calm was broken by his sudden intake of breath.

I wish I could just bomb blast this whole fucking place. The small clubhouse was full of gangsters, young naked girls and women. They were fucking around, moaning and screaming. Two naked young brunette women walked to me and Erick wearing only thin pieces of string around their busty boobs. I could easily see their exposed womanhood which they were not bothering to cover.

when she arrived at the nightingale bar, she received a message right after she parked the car. it was a room number. Elsa walked into the bar, escaped the crazy dancing crowd, and looked for the room number. when she had found the room, she opened the door and saw a man in a white shirt sitting on the sofa. having heard the noise she made, the man turned around and raised the glass in his hand towards her, and his long, narrow eyes, and cherry red lips, so beautiful that she could not tell his gender. "so, you were the one on the phone?"

Honor was amazingly friendly, told jokes and handled the big, rough bikers with a finesse that amazed her. It was one of the best nights she’d had in a long time and Saint never took his eyes off her. She danced with Honor, but nobody bothered them. There were always two or three bikers that kept other men away from them. She couldn’t remember the last time she laughed that much and she loved that Saint was so relaxed as well.

"Are you alone?" David didn't answer. He kept staring at the dark sky ahead, as if he didn't care. But in his chest, he already knew this would not end well. Lilian stepped closer, wearing a thin, almost transparent kimono. The glint of her skin was clearly visible under the dim light. One side of the kimono had even slipped, exposing her left breast. And as the woman stood next to David, she let the kimono simply fall to the floor. Now, she stood naked.

I was determined to explore the depths of my feelings and uncover the truth behind that unforgettable night. I decided to venture out of my own bedroom and made my way towards the kitchen, intending to fix myself a glass of milk. However, before I could even reach the kitchen, I happened to pass by Cassian in the living room, engrossed in watching a movie all by himself. To my surprise, he called out my name, indicating that he had indeed noticed my presence. "Elizabeth, why are you still awake?" he inquired, his tone carrying a sense of seriousness and authority.

A set of bulky men with intimidating tattoos in leather jackets strode inside, their boots thudding against the worn floor. Bikers. My stomach tightened with fear. How will I survive ina bar filled with scary looking men in only a swim suit? I could see their eyes stealing glances at my direction. Fortunately, I noticed women trailing in behind them, laughing and brushing hair from windblown faces. Relief washed over me, and I was able to breathe again. Fair enough. The bartender raised a hand. “Sorry, folks, I’m closing up.” One of the bikers clapped him on the shoulder. “Come on, man. You can spare two hours. This is our spot.”