๐Ÿ”ฅ ๐—ก๐—˜๐—ช ๐—ฅ๐—˜๐—Ÿ๐—˜๐—”๐—ฆ๐—˜ โ†’ The Biker’s Wish by Nikki Landis!

Title: The Biker’s Wish

Series: Royal Bastards MC: Tonopah, NV
Author: Nikki Landis
Genre: MC Romance, Romantic Suspense, Dark Romance, Holiday Romance
Release Date: December 17, 2021

From shadow, I was born and from shadow, I will rise โ€ฆ
They took my angel from me.
She’s gone and I have to live every single day knowing she died and I couldn’t save her.
Stefanie was my first love. The girl that understood my darkness and balanced it with her light.
Her ghost is everywhere I look. Her last breath carved into my heart leaving nothing but a jagged scar.
It can’t end like this. I won’t allow the men who harmed her to breathe when she can’t.
I’ll find them. Every. Last. One.
Vengeance? Justice? That’s only the beginning.
Merry bloody Christmas.
This holiday season I’m the ghost of Christmas past, present, and future … and none will escape my Reaper or his wrath.
* For best enjoyment it is highly recommended that Hell’s Fury and Devil’s Ride are read before The Biker’s Wish.


The dry desert air was cooler now that night had fallen across the Great Basin. A shy moon peeked behind layers of filmy gray clouds. Stars twinkled overhead, and I caught the last of the plum-colored rays as they sank below the horizon.

This was Stefanieโ€™s favorite time of the day, or it was when I arrived at her grave.

Twilight.

The same sort of sky where I watched her dance in the fading light and when I knew without a doubt that I loved her, would trade my life for hers, and nothing would stop me from making her mine. A night when the possibility of a future had seemed so promising and the slightest touch of her fingers brushing across my own blossomed hope in my heart. We had our first kiss under similar stars, and when her head rested on my shoulder, Iโ€™d never felt more complete.

We shared an ice cream cone that night, and I licked a creamy drop off the side of her sweet mouth. I pledged my soul to her in silence, handing over my heart because no other girl was ever going to mean as much to me as my pretty pageant girl.

Staring down at her grave, I blew out a breath, nodding my head once before I spun on my heel and headed back to my bike. The engine rumbled as I left the cemetery and rolled down the road with only one destination in mind.

My focus was singular. I paid no attention to the landmarks, the quiet roads, or the cool temperature of the breeze as it whispered across my skin, begging me to turn around and choose a different path.

It wasnโ€™t possible.

When Stefanie was murdered, my choice was made.

The only thing left was the rage. It blocked out the pain. The sorrow. The guilt.

The flame from my lighter flickered in the careless wind as I started my smoke, inhaling the nicotine into my lungs as my lips lifted into the briefest of smiles.

Vindication. Vengeance. An eye for an eye.

None of those words was any comparison.

I wasnโ€™t justice or revenge tonight.

I was death. And there would be no mercy.

If my club knew my plans and the ruthless brutality that I would carry them out, no one would have let me outside the gates of the compound. Wars were started by the kind of vigilante shit I was doing tonight, but I didnโ€™t give a fuck. Let every asshole who thought he could take me on give it a try. I wasnโ€™t just a crippled boy with everything to lose. Now I was an arrogant, vengeful motherfucker who didnโ€™t have a damn thing holding him back.

That was difficult for some people to comprehend.

It took a particular type of personality to truly embrace a give zero shits and hold nothing back kind of attitude. For me, it was fueled by Stefanieโ€™s loss, but if I was honest, that wasnโ€™t the root cause. Iโ€™d been born different. I wasnโ€™t normal, and I knew it from a young age.

When I saw the shadows, heard the whispers, and then learned of the roars, I knew my purpose was tainted. What kind of psychotic kid spoke to the darkness and loved it? Who chose to friend the nightmares from the closet and under the bed? Only a kid born from the shadows. That was exactly who I had become.

It only took a tragedy to unfurl the beast inside completely.

The shadows were my home now, a refuge to plan my ultimate revenge, and that was exactly what I had done over the last four months. Iโ€™d plotted and researched and planned. Aching from the pain and torment of losing the girl I loved, I let that fester into something wild and deadly. Now that my contact and I had met several times and exchanged critical Intel, I was ready to strike.

Oh, they would never see me coming. They had no idea.

From shadow, I was born, and from shadow, I would rise. But oh, how glorious, how beautiful, how saturated in blood would that road to hell be paved upon.

Maniacal laughter bubbled up and out of my chest.

Perhaps I truly lost my mind.

I didnโ€™t care.

The first visit from the ghost of Christmas was coming tonight, and how perfectly twisted and merciless it would become.

Nikki Landis is the International Bestselling & Multi Award-Winning Author of over 50 romance novels in the MC, reverse harem, paranormal, dystopian, and science fiction genres. Her books feature dark alpha heroes, protective shifters, and seductive vampires and the feisty, independent women they love. There’s heart-throbbing action on every page as well as fated mates and soul bonds deep enough to fulfill every desire. She also writes science fiction romance under the pen name Nikki Nova.

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