biker fiction novels

I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn. ***WORLD'S BEST STORY2014*** Her mom's a witch. Her dad's a demon. And she just wants to be ordinary. I batted at the curl of smoke drifting off the tip of my candle and tried not to sneeze. My heavy velvet cloak fell in oppressive, suffocating folds in the closed space of the ceremony chamber, the cowl trapping the annoying bits of puff I missed. I hated the way my eyes burned and teared, an almost constant distraction. Not that I didn't welcome the distraction, to be honest. Anything to take my mind from what went on around me. Being part of a demon raising is way less exciting than it sounds. Sydlynn Hayle's teen life couldn't be more complicated. Trying to please her coven is all a fantasy while the adventure of starting over in a new town and fending off a bully cheerleader who hates her are just the beginning of her troubles. What to do when delicious football hero Brad Peters--boyfriend of her cheer nemesis--shows interest? If only the darkly yummy witch, Quaid Moromond, didn't make it so difficult for her to focus on fitting in with the normal kids despite her paranormal, witchcraft laced home life. Add to that her crazy grandmother's constant escapes driving her family to the brink and Syd's between a rock and a coven site. Forced to take on power she doesn't want to protect a coven who blames her for everything, only she can save her family's magic. If her family's distrust doesn't destroy her first.

In a world where the chosen one has defeated the demon lord and brought peace to the realm, now 500 years have passed since the demon's defeat. Aetheria, the world, appears peaceful, but is it truly so?

"Não a chame de vadia, seu babaca", Sierra sibilou. "O que você tem a ver com isso?", o nojento seboso exigiu. "Ah, sei lá, Stimpy, talvez porque você está assediando a minha mulher e ela acabou de chegar." "Ah, merda, Orion. Foi mal, cara. Não sabia que ela estava com você." Orion: Como o herdeiro direto do distintivo de Presidente do Primal Howlers MC, um encontro casual com uma mulher linda me joga em uma guerra que eu não esperava e que poderia derrubar o clube inteiro. Mas quando ela foge de mim, eu a perseguirei até o fim do mundo para encontrá-la e trazê-la de volta. Quer ela goste, quer não. Raquel: Eu me mudei para Monument, Colorado, para escrever minha tese e conseguir uma distância muito necessária da minha família sufocante. O que eu não esperava era me ver obcecada por um biker que parece não ter nada a perder. Eu, no entanto, tenho tudo a perder e temo que Orion possa ser a minha ruína.

Reborn in the United States in 1995, with all the web novels he has read in his head. Let's see how he uses online literature to skew America's bestseller rankings and become a popular cultural master like Stan Lee. In the 20th century, what is the largest IP in Hollywood? It's comics and web novels! Netflix? It's nothing without online literature! Disney's CEO later claims.

Elsa, a twenty-year-old motorcycle mechanic, was kicked out of her home after catching her boyfriend in bed with her own sister — and her parents chose the golden child without a second thought. Grizzly was a giant of a man, 6'8" and scarred, a senior member of the club who hadn't touched a woman in years — not since the night his strength sent one to the emergency room. He claimed her as his to keep her safe. It was supposed to be a lie. Can she trust again, after everyone she loved betrayed her? Can Grizzly get past the fear that his own hands will destroy the one person he wants to protect?

Elsa, una meccanica di moto di vent'anni, è stata cacciata di casa dopo aver sorpreso il suo ragazzo a letto con sua sorella, e i suoi genitori hanno scelto la figlia prediletta senza pensarci due volte. Grizzly era un uomo gigantesco, alto 2 metri e 3 e pieno di cicatrici, un membro anziano del club che non toccava una donna da anni, non dalla notte in cui la sua forza ne mandò una al pronto soccorso. L'ha reclamata come sua per tenerla al sicuro. Doveva essere una bugia. Riuscirà a fidarsi di nuovo, dopo che tutti coloro che amava l'hanno tradita? Riuscirà Grizzly a superare la paura che le sue stesse mani distruggano l'unica persona che vuole proteggere?

Elsa, eine zwanzigjährige Motorradmechanikerin, wurde von zu Hause rausgeworfen, nachdem sie ihren Freund mit ihrer eigenen Schwester im Bett erwischt hatte — und ihre Eltern entschieden sich ohne zu zögern für ihr Goldkind. Grizzly war ein Hüne von Mann, 2,03 m groß und vernarbt, ein hochrangiges Mitglied des Clubs, das seit Jahren keine Frau mehr angefasst hatte — nicht seit der Nacht, in der seine Kraft eine in die Notaufnahme beförderte. Er beanspruchte sie als die Seine, um sie zu beschützen. Es sollte eine Lüge sein. Kann sie wieder vertrauen, nachdem jeder, den sie liebte, sie verraten hat? Kann Grizzly die Angst überwinden, dass seine eigenen Hände die eine Person zerstören werden, die er beschützen will?

Elsa, mécanicienne moto de vingt ans, a été mise à la porte de chez elle après avoir surpris son petit ami au lit avec sa propre sœur — et ses parents ont choisi leur enfant préférée sans la moindre hésitation. Grizzly était un colosse de 2m03, couvert de cicatrices, un membre important du club qui n'avait pas touché de femme depuis des années — pas depuis la nuit où sa force en a envoyé une aux urgences. Il a prétendu qu'elle était à lui pour la protéger. C'était censé être un mensonge. Pourra-t-elle faire confiance à nouveau, après avoir été trahie par tous ceux qu'elle aimait ? Grizzly parviendra-t-il à surmonter la peur que ses propres mains détruisent la seule personne qu'il veut protéger ?

I can't breathe. Every touch, every kiss from Tristan set my body on fire, drowning me in a sensation I shouldn't have wanted—especially not that night. "You're like a sister to me." Those were the actual words that broke the camel's back. Not after what just happened. Not after the hot, breathless, soul-shaking night we spent tangled in each other's arms. I knew from the beginning that Tristan Hayes was a line I shouldn't cross. He wasn't just anyone, he was my brother's best friend. The man I spent years secretly wanting. But that night... we were broken. We had just buried our parents. And the grief was too heavy, too real...so I begged him to touch me. To make me forget. To fill the silence that death left behind. And he did. He held me like I was something fragile. Kissed me like I was the only thing he needed to breathe. Then left me bleeding with six words that burned deeper than rejection ever could. So, I ran. Away from everything that cost me pain. Now, five years later, I'm back. Fresh from rejecting the mate who abused me. Still carrying the scars of a pup I never got to hold. And the man waiting for me at the airport isn't my brother. It's Tristan. And he's not the guy I left behind. He's a biker. An Alpha. And when he looked at me, I knew there was no where else to run to.

Ich kann nicht atmen. Jede Berührung, jeder Kuss von Tristan setzt meinen Körper in Flammen und lässt mich in einem Gefühl ertrinken, das ich nicht hätte wollen sollen – besonders nicht in dieser Nacht. "Du bist wie eine Schwester für mich." Das waren die Worte, die das Fass zum Überlaufen brachten. Nicht nach dem, was gerade passiert war. Nicht nach der heißen, atemlosen, seelenerschütternden Nacht, die wir ineinander verschlungen verbracht hatten. Ich wusste von Anfang an, dass Tristan Hayes eine Grenze war, die ich nicht überschreiten sollte. Er war nicht irgendjemand, er war der beste Freund meines Bruders. Der Mann, den ich jahrelang heimlich begehrt hatte. Aber in dieser Nacht... waren wir zerbrochen. Wir hatten gerade unsere Eltern beerdigt. Und der Schmerz war zu schwer, zu real... also flehte ich ihn an, mich zu berühren. Mich vergessen zu lassen. Die Stille zu füllen, die der Tod hinterlassen hatte. Und das tat er. Er hielt mich, als wäre ich etwas Zerbrechliches. Küsste mich, als wäre ich das Einzige, was er zum Atmen brauchte. Dann ließ er mich blutend zurück mit sechs Worten, die tiefer brannten, als es jede Zurückweisung je könnte. Also bin ich geflohen. Weg von allem, was mir Schmerzen bereitete. Jetzt, fünf Jahre später, bin ich zurück. Frisch von der Zurückweisung des Gefährten, der mich missbrauchte. Noch immer mit den Narben eines Welpen, den ich nie halten durfte. Und der Mann, der am Flughafen auf mich wartet, ist nicht mein Bruder. Es ist Tristan. Und er ist nicht mehr der Kerl, den ich zurückgelassen habe. Er ist ein Biker. Ein Alpha. Und als er mich ansah, wusste ich, dass es keinen Ort mehr gab, an den ich fliehen konnte.