Dark Biker Romance Books | Biker's Bloodline | Book #12 Rebel Barbarians Motorcycle Club Romance
Isaac and Tylee were together early on in the series, but I honestly always knew that they were going to break up. I’m sorry. If this is a spoiler to you… I’m also sorry. Why are you reading the blog post for Book 12, though?! RUN AWAY!! (Click here to escape.)
If you are exactly where you’re meant to be, let’s get back into the tea with Isaac, Tylee, and how Isaac got here to his love story. Not everyone from your past is the person that you’re meant to be with forever. History doesn’t mean everything, and this story is about how letting go of the past and taking a risk with someone new can lead to you finding the love of your life.
Isaac meets Gabby when he is at his lowest as a divorced single father of three kids under five. The ex he sacrificed everything for cheated on him and Gabby went through some similar trauma when she meets Isaac. They have instant mental and physical chemistry, which they try to explore on the page when all hell breaks loose.
This will-they-or-won’t-they story has a lot more external darkness closing in on Isaac and Gabby than darkness in the dynamic between them. I love writing both kinds of dark romance and don’t discriminate, but this story features more of a protective alpha male hero who has a dark past which threatens to suck him back in while he falls harder and harder for a woman who makes him feel light.
This story isn’t just another blah-black installment in my biker romance series. I needed to give you all the details, the flashbacks, the interconnected chapters, and a damned good romance between Isaac and Gabrielle.
When they meet, Gabby wants to avoid getting entangled in the gruff biker’s problems, but a wild incident at a biker bar drives them together.
While Isaac and Gabby try to avoid ending up in bed together, Tylee discovers her ex-husband’s whereabouts and begins the crash out of a life time.
This book has really hot sex scenes, a lot of banter, and a deeply psychological protector element to the connection between the female lead Gabby and Isaac — a gigantic, muscular biker alpha. Big daddy in every sense of the word. Isaac might have some of the Sinclair family traits like loving his liquor and emotions that bleed, but he craves a second chance and won’t waste the one he’s found with Gabby.
This book will have you WISHING for another in the series, which is perfect because I now plan on releasing even more books after this one. Buckle up biker fans!
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From the very first chapter we have TRIGGERS TRIGGERS TRIGGERS. This book is insanely dark and I need you to be in the right headspace for this story.
Welcome to the gritty underworld of dangerous all-American bikers…
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Gabby and Isaac have a dark story with a lot of possible triggers, especially surrounding the dark world closing in around the single father and the new woman in his life. The book still has all the dark themes we love with kidnapping, an action plot line, several dangerous situations, and a very gruff/grumpy man who takes time to warm up his feelings everywhere outside of the bedroom.
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Book #12 Biker’s Bloodline (Property of Ghost)
Chapter One
Gabby
I sit at the front desk of my sister’s beauty spa staring at my email inbox waiting for the results. Her last client just went in to get her pre-vacation armpit wax, so I technically don’t have any work left for the rest of the afternoon. I stare at the screen impatiently as if that could make the results appear on my screen faster.
9:59 a.m.
I watch the numbers flick to 10:00 a.m. and the first thirty seconds of waiting are nothing but absolute pain. My hand trembles as I consider clicking away from the screen, but I can’t move – just nervously tap my fresh set of nails on the desk. The new email pops up. If I wasn’t working the front desk, I’m sure I would have yelped out loud from the unique mixture of terror and excitement plaguing me.
Congratulations, Gabrielle Watson!
Oh my God. Congratulations. That has to be good, right? I click on the message with shaking hands.
Congratulations, Gabrielle Watson!
We are honored to accept you into the Harvard Business School MBA program class of 2027. Please click the link below to review your financial aid offer and accept your position within our graduating class.
Welcome to the Harvard University family!
Dean of Students
Rebecca Brooks
I did it. Since I can’t run into my sister’s appointment and yell with joy, I settle for texting my boyfriend Derek.
Gabby: Big news tonight.
He answers five minutes later after I send four happy Instagram messages to a couple group chats and then my closest friends from college.
My Forever 🖤: Me too. Love you.
Gabby: When are you getting home tonight?
My Forever 🖤: I’m coming by Averie’s
Gabby: Now?
My Forever 🖤: 15 mins away
Gabby: Love you too. 💖🥹🌷
I set my phone down, not really questioning Derek’s urge to come to the spa. He stops by whenever he’s downtown with boba tea and sweet treats. I swear, he’s the perfect boyfriend, and totally changed my mind about the assholes I dated in the past.
Hello, how about a guy who considers your feelings? How about a guy who gives you hugs just because and soft kisses to make you feel special? Like, period, I want a guy who loves and cares about me the way Derek does.
I can’t wait to tell him that I got in. All the nights I was up late studying, he was there for me. He encouraged me to apply to Harvard in the first place, even if I had a worse GPA than the median and wasn’t sure I could even crush it in interviews. My sister has ten minutes left on her appointment, so I’m not sure if she’ll get here first, or Derek.
The little bell on the front door dings within three minutes and I look up from my desk to see him standing there, gorgeous as ever. He doesn’t know the big news I have, which explains the absence of a smile on his face when he sees me. I leap out of the seat and rush into Derek’s arms. He hugs me tightly, but when we let go, I sense something deeply wrong.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes,” he said. “You have big news?”
“You go first.”
“Okay,” he says, taking off his baseball cap and running his fingers through his medium-length blond hair, almost like he’s nervous. About what? Maybe something bad happened at work.
“I cheated on you last month.”
He says it like he’s telling me he bought half-and-half on the way home.
“What?”
“When I went up to the family cabin last month, I slept with someone.”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing.
“What do you mean, you cheated?”
I feel like somebody just hit me in the face. My ears ring and I search his face for some sign that this is a prank. I can feel my own face contorting as the emotions surge through me and I just feel this unrelenting wave of nausea, confusion, and sadness. It’s over. It doesn’t matter what happens next. What he says. On the day that was supposed to be the best day of my life, it’s actually going to fall apart.
“Listen, Gabby… calm down for a sec, okay–”
I can’t stand here and listen to this. I didn’t suspect a thing. My stomach lurches again and my hand shoots out to steady myself against the counter. He flinches like a coward, as if I would be stupid enough to hit him and catch a case.
“Don’t tell me to calm down. You just told me you cheated on me. What the fuck?” I snarl at him, fury rising in my chest. I reconsider catching a case. He just has a very punchable face all of a sudden. The dumbstruck, bewildered, and somewhat embarrassed expression does absolutely nothing to stop the oncoming storm of my own feelings.
He was supposed to be mine.
I can feel the crash out coming on like a sudden thunderstorm in the summer. He cheated on me. A month ago? But a month ago he was with his family… The wheels are spinning in my head so fast that I don’t know which way to turn. I don’t know what to say first.
“I know. It’s over,” he said.
No apology. There’s a pit in my stomach that wasn’t there before, and now I fear it’s going to take up every inch of space inside me. Tears well up and I start spewing.
“I don’t understand. Who did you cheat on me with!?”
“Things got out of hand, Gabby.” His voice trembles. He sounds so sad. Like he’s the one hurt the most by this. I can’t hold myself back.
“Answer the question!” I shriek, totally forgetting that my sister is with a client in the back. Derek flinches, like somehow I’m the one hurting him in this situation and he’s not the one hurting me.
“Robyn.”
“YOUR SISTER?!” I shriek. I can’t believe how little he’s reacting to this information. I guess he’s known the whole time that he was a freak. But I thought he was normal. I thought he was good. Right now, I don’t even recognize Derek and while I stare at him for answers he just shrivels up entirely and seems like so much less of a man.
Derek nods, cheeks turning red as he mumbles out the dumbest sentence I’ve ever heard in my life, “Keep your voice down.”
He’s crazy. I now know that I’m looking at a crazy person, but I can’t countenance that with the fact that fifteen minutes ago, I thought he was the greatest thing to ever happen to me.
“You just told me that you slept with your sister and you expect me to keep my voice down? I can’t believe this is happening to me.”
He barely looks up at me with an expression that’s more blank than ashamed.
“It’ll be better if I don’t sleep at the apartment tonight,” Derek says, like he isn’t talking about ripping our life apart. Ripping our life apart because he fucked his sister.
It takes everything not to scream.
I want it to stop. I want him to stop talking. I want this to stop happening. It’s not fair. None of this is fair. My chest starts playing games with me and I worry that any reply I could possibly give this man will only result in me assaulting him.
“You are disgusting.”
“This is not what I wanted to happen,” he says, like he’s reading some fuck-ass script they hand out to all men selfish and stupid enough to cheat.
“No, Derek, you don’t understand… You. Are. Sick.”
Now he looks bewildered. And pathetic. “What do you want me to do?”
“Apologize, maybe!?” I screech, my voice cracking just as much as my psyche. Maybe it’s a good thing this happened today. Because if I didn’t have Harvard admissions to worry about, I would leap on him and try to scratch his eyes out. Derek keeps talking, making things even worse with his stupid explanations.
“Our family vacation trips get crazy sometimes. I didn’t want to cheat on you.”
I try to collect myself. But it’s not working. I feel like I’m having a conversation with an alien who doesn’t have a grip on normal human behavior. I don’t know who this man is, but he’s not my boyfriend.
“You fucked your sister, Derek. You didn’t just cheat on me. You’re…” My voice is shrill again.
I don’t even know what he is. Disgusting? Sick in the head? A monster? I want him very far away from me, but I can’t even find a single word that would bring me closure or make me feel even remotely okay with this.
“Um, what’s going on?”
I turn around to see Averie with the long-term client that she’s been waxing for over five years. I guess they finished their session and probably heard everything. Ouch. Adriana is too glamorous for this, so she fastens her wool coat and pats my sister on the back before slipping out the door.
The rest of us just stand there, locked in the uncomfortable tension until Adriana leaves. I don’t take my gaze off Derek for a second until the little bells over the door ring and the metal clicks shut.
I don’t know this man at all. The sickening churning in my stomach gets worse. He saw his family last month. We have slept together since then. I slept with a man who fucked his sister. Who barely sees anything wrong with it.
It takes everything in my power not to vomit as I stare at Derek and wonder where the fuck the red flags were? How did I miss all of them?
We live together. I trusted this man. And he came here in the middle of a Wednesday afternoon to tell me…
“Nothing,” Derek says boldly, answering my sister as if this is a normal fucking afternoon. “Gabby and I were just talking. I should probably go.”
“Are you serious?” I scream at him. “That’s it, you’re gonna go?”
My eyes quietly scan the room, like anyone who feels under threat. But I feel crazy and unfocused, since there’s nothing there. No camera crew to jump out and tell me this is all some fucked up prank.
“Gabby, what happened?” Averie says, addressing me directly this time with that concerned older sister voice that only makes me realize that not only is this happening, but it’s real, and there’s no going back from it.
I grab my sister’s essential oil diffuser from the front desk and fling it at Derek while I scream, “HE CHEATED ON ME!”
Derek catches the diffuser, but he’s red in the face and seems to be looking around him for a place to set it down and run away.
“What?” Averie asks, just as blind-sided and surprised as I was.
“With his sister!” I yell again, my voice cracking as I break down into uncontrollable angry sobs. Derek sets the diffuser down on a table behind him and I want to rip the whole desktop computer out and fling it at his head.
My body trembles with the urge to fight. Or just get this toxic fucking energy out. I let out a blood curdling scream and impulsively throw myself at Derek in pure rage with my fists swinging. I’m not a fighter and have no clue what the hell I’m doing. My body smacks against something firm instead and my sister’s arms wrap around me as she holds me back.
Derek stumbles towards the door while I scream. “You are disgusting! You are a disgusting freak and you’re not even sorry!”
I try to pull away from Averie to lunge at him again, but she holds me back and Derek stops meeting my gaze. Once he pulls his gaze away from me, I know it’s really over and there won’t be any closure or any explanation from the man I trusted with my life as to how the hell he fell into bed with his… family member. I retch and fall deeper into Averie’s arms, unable to get away.
She makes her best efforts to comfort me.
“He’s not worth it, Gabby. Gabby, he’s not worth it,” Averie says, repeating the phrases with a desperate hope that it will be enough to calm me. “Trust me. Just let him go.”
I want to hurt him. I don’t want to let him go. I try to make a break for it, but Averie clamps down harder. When did she get so strong? I scream and try to fight for it again, but she wrestles me back. Derek drops his gaze. My Forever no more.
“I have to go,” Derek says. And just like that, he tells me he fucked his sister and slips out the door. Averie releases me when the door shuts.
“Don’t run after him,” she says. “Don’t you dare move, Gabby. Just let his ass go.”
I cry out and throw my arms around her. Because I’m still in shock. Still confused out of my mind. And I just want my big sister. She hugs me back and I cry while she holds me because this isn’t how my afternoon was supposed to go.
I got into Harvard. I should be happy.
Sobs wrack my chest and I can’t stop them, no matter how hard I try. I don’t understand how this could be happening to me. Averie holds me until the sobs stop and then she pulls away to look at me, her own eyes wet with tears.
“I hate seeing you cry.”
“I know,” I answer softly. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. I just… I thought you got news about business school.”
“I did.”
“And?”
Through my tears, I muster up the words to tell her. “I got in.”
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