Novel & Cerita Romance Biker Books

I need to be faster and careful because this didn't look like a joke. The rider pulled closer, his presence pressing in on me like he was forcing a hand around my throat. I knew that energy. I needed no one to tell me who owned that darkness. It would be no one but my crazy ex-husband Dante. He cut in hard, too close, his bike slamming into mine. Metal screamed as sparks exploded between us. My bike jerked violently, tires skidding as I fought to keep control. I cussed under my breath. He was smiling under that helmet. I could feel it. He was crazy already anyway, and dealing with me was one of what made him so happy.

Luca’s POV I barely even feel the freezing mountain wind on my skin as I pull on my leather riding gear and start up my engine. My brothers and I ride identical custom choppers. We all pilot massive, midnight-black bikes with bright blue neon lights glowing under the frame—a super rare combination on the streets. I know our queen is going to take a while to get her bike up to speed. She is completely new to this high-tech biker world. I just hope the heavy clutch isn't too painful for her hands to hold. She has a real bounce in her step as she walks her bike out from behind the tree to meet us at the starting line. I completely admire her sandy bike and those dark eyes I know so well.

"I need to get out of here. They’re going to catch me." He looked at my dress, then at the cars speeding toward us. He let out a low whistle. "A runaway bride. That’s a new one." "Take me with you. Please. I’ll do whatever you want." The guy, his name tag said AXEL, looked me up and down. A slow, dangerous grin spread across his face. "Whatever I want? That’s a big promise, " "Just drive!" He didn't ask twice. He kicked the bike into gear. "Hold on tight."

I revved the engine and tore out of there, the night air whipping past as I pushed the bike harder past the speed limit on the highway. My relationship with Linda wasn't always as complicated as it was now. She was my maternal aunt. The tough-as-nails woman who’d dragged my dad into the biker life years ago, introducing him to the gang that handed out loans like candy. When the debt came due and they couldn’t pay, the lenders wanted collateral...and by collateral they meant us kids—Luca and me.

“That is the part that makes me sick. You were sent. Jimmy named me. Jax talked. And my body still opens when you stand this close.” Sienna’s throat moved. “I won’t touch you as their measure. I will touch you if you ask me. That is the line I can keep.” Lily-Rose gave a short nod. It was not forgiveness. It was a deal. “Then let’s go down.” Jimmy was already in the chair at the far side of the table. He looked clean. Rested. Like Hale had given him a room and a wash and a seat he thought he deserved. His eyes found Lily-Rose the second she entered. They went to her mouth, her throat, the space between her and Sienna.

Was that she would never find peace behind those bars. I was still lost in my own little world when a peck from Ryder brought me back to my senses. His lips felt electric on my skin. I just knew it… I wanted more of him. My hot biker boyfriend. I smiled, taking him in. His well carved face, a well built and hot body, abs in good shape they almost protruded from his shirt. Everything about him was just… perfect. Ryder was my type of guy. His eyes? Just breathtaking… He was the one.

I snort laughing. “Thank you, I think.” “You’re inviting us now,” another woman says immediately. “I actually was going to,” I admit. “If you guys want to come.” Natalie gasps dramatically. “I’ve never been to a biker wedding.” “It’s not really a biker wedding,” I correct. “Are there tattoos?” she asks “Yes.” “Hot men with beards?” “…probably.” “Then it’s a biker wedding.” she insists The group laughs.

I chuckled. “Of course. The only biker who can race more than I do is the Masked VA.” As she spoke, she had a look of admiration on her face. “You know the Masked VA?” I asked her curiously. She gave me a weird look. “Every biker does. He is the king of biking, I dare say. I hope to meet him someday.” She smiled with a fawning voice. “Good for you.” I shrugged. “You don’t seem impressed.” She observed.

I turned the key, and the machine rumbled to life, already filling me with adrenaline. The vibration under me calmed down some of the chaos in my head, especially Liliana's lips. "Try not to crash thinking about your little distraction," Landen shouted over the roar of his own bike. "Shut up!" I yelled, revving mine harder. We zoomed out of the pack house, leaving dust particles flying in the air in our wake, and through the street, straight into the woods. The southern border wasn't far, but the ride was enough to remind me who I was-an Alpha, a Ravager, not some love-drunk fool.

‘Grand Don Romero Marconi. She told him now and heard the intake of breath from the other Bikers and then gasped as he circled her and scooped her onto the bike in front of him all she could do was cling on to him as the bike sped off. Juliette couldn’t see anything his arm around her waist was so tight she could barely move, it pinned her to his chest as the bikers headed back to their camp. It was difficult to breathe pressed against all that hard muscle and she wriggled trying to push away from him, ‘Stai zitto o ci ucciderai entrambi.’ [Keep still or you will kill us both.]