Riding With Storm (A Biker Romance) (Biker romance, Biker Club romance, MC romance)

She had no idea where she was going. All she knew was minutes earlier, she was washing beer mugs as she had every morning and now she was on the back of a bike for the first time, holding onto a stranger for dear life. The bike jerked forward and she let out a scream. Storm reached down with one hand and patted her hands clasped around his waist. For a brief second, she forgot she wasn’t on this bike voluntarily. She forgot she was taken against her will. She forgot her father had gotten into some kind of major trouble with a biker gang. She forgot everything except that she needed to hold on to survive the trip and she wanted to see this stranger’s eyes again.

She could see his tattoos peeking out from his sleeve. She could see the native American in his skin color and strong jaw. His thick wavy black hair blew across his face, but his eyes shone through. They were ice blue and pierced right through her.