Title: One Ride (The Hellions
Ride)
Author: Chelsea Camaron
Genre: Erotica
Publication Date: December 19,
2013
Tour Host: Dreams Come
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Delilah “Doll” Reklinger never imagined her life with anyone
that wasn’t a Hellion. She never imagined a Hellion would come along and prove
himself worthy enough to her father, Roundman, Hellions Club President. Content
in living in the bubble of safety the motorcycle club family has always
provided, Doll never thought that danger surrounded her.
Roundman has kept the Hellions contained for the last thirty
years by controlling the chaos surrounding their lifestyle. When the dangerous
side to their business comes knocking on his door, he realizes his precious
Doll isn’t safe. The Hellions code may be that women and children are off
limits in any altercation or dispute, but that doesn’t mean their enemies
follow that same moral compass.
His only child, now in danger from the association to him
and his club, Roundman makes a decision. He sends her away to a charter club,
in hopes that the trouble won’t follow.
One ride across the country. One simple ride. Talon “Tripp”
Crews has been ordered to take Doll on one ride away and to keep her safe.
She’s off limits, his head knows this, but his body can’t deny the sparks
between them. She’s feisty, fierce, and fearless. Constantly in close confines
together, can they deny the chemistry? Will they give into the attraction
between them? Can one ride turn lust into love?
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4 out of 5 Stars!
Well, One Ride was different compared to most books that I normally
read. This novel is my very first biker/romance. One Ride is perfect for
readers that are looking for angst, suspense, and plain old hardcore
biker personalities. The best part is that there is no cliffhanger and
has a HEA. I felt many emotions while reading this novel. The premise of the story is this:
Delilah also known as Doll, is Roundman's daughter whom is the Club President of The Hellions. Everyone knows that Doll is off limits, according to Roundman she will never become a members ol'lady. Doll knows that her fate and future lies within the Hellion Club. Her dream is to marry a hot biker..It is all she ever wanted. She must convince her father that even though this Hellion life is dangerous, it is what she wants.
Anyway, the Hellions are involved is the transport business which causes the club to become messed up in the wrong business transaction. Roundman fears for Doll's safety and sends her on a ride with Tripp that way Roundman can eliminate the threat and know that his daughter is safe.
Tripp is a member of the Hellions. He knows the rules and he knows that Roundman would never accept his infatuation with Doll. There is just something about her that he cannot shake. Tripp craves Doll. No matter what he does she consumes his thoughts. At first Tripp thought his attraction to Doll was pure lust, but he soon learns that it is so much more than that. Tripp has never imagined himself settling down and having a family...it just wasn't in the cards for him, considering his lifestyle. However Doll has him reevaluating what he really wants.He struggles with letting her go and the undeniable urge to claim her. Tripp tries his hardest to push her away in order to prevent hurting her, but Doll's ruthless attempts are more than he can handle. He is a man after all. Tripp let's Doll in little by little which is unusual for him, but he just can't help it. Believe it or not, Tripp does have a soft side.
"My name is Talon Ward Crews. Talon is for an eagle's talon as its tool and its weapon. Ward, meaning guard and protector. The eagle guards and protects my heart."
This is One Ride that you don't want to miss. Check out this read to find out the fate of Doll and Tripp and what really happens on their ride.
Chelsea Camaron was born and raised in Coastal North
Carolina. She currently resides in Southern Louisiana with her husband and two
children but her heart is always Carolina day dreaming.
Chelsea always wanted to be a writer, but like most of us,
let fear of the unknown grab a hold of her dream; she realized that if she was
going to tell her daughter to go for her dreams, that it was time to follow her
own advice.
Chelsea grew up turning wrenches alongside her father, and
from that grew her love for old muscle cars and Harley Davidson motorcycles,
which just so happened to inspired her ‘Daddy’s Girls’ series. Her love for
reading has sparked a new love for writing and she currently has a few more
projects in the works.
When she is not spending her days writing you can find her
playing with her kids, attending car shows, going on motorcycle rides on the
back of her husband’s Harley, snuggling down with her new favorite book or
watching any movie that Vin Diesel might happen to be in.
She hates being serious and is still a big kid at heart. She
is a small town country girl enjoying life and, Chelsea hopes that her readers
remember not to take life too seriously and to embrace your inner five year
old, because five year olds know how to enjoy the simple things in life and how
to always have fun.
Email chelseacamaron@gmail.com
Twitter @chelseacamaron
Website
www.authorchelseacamaron.com
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Excerpt 1
Copyright © Chelsea Camaron 2013
Tripp
*Warning mature content ahead- this scene is explicit so
only post if your blog is set for adult content please*
A few beers later, Tank and I are playing pool in the back
corner room. Three women come over to
our game. For a bit they watch and
giggle to each other. One is a bottle
blonde, short only five foot, one or two.
She’s wearing a black mini skirt that barely covers her ass, a navy blue
halter top that her boobs are screaming to be let loose from, topped off with
those fuck me heels that women love to wear and men love to feel digging into
their backsides. The other two have dark
hair, one is taller, maybe five eight or nine, the shorter one closer to the
blonde’s height. The taller broad, is in
a little black strapless number that she clearly doesn’t realize one ass cheek
is already hanging out of. The shorter
one, obviously more reserved than the other two, is in jeans and a fitted
shirt. She walks away, returning to
wherever they came from.
The blonde approaches me, with a smile that says
seduction. She licks her lips as she
trails her finger over my cut. Stopping,
she breathes into my ear.
“I have a pocket you can sink into, biker.” She whispers.
“Is that so?” I
reply, looking over at Tank. Her taller
friend has now approached him and is mauling his face in what I believe to be
extremely drunk kisses. I watch as Tank
wraps his hand in her hair. Tightly, he
pulls back on her, to slow her pace.
He’s taking control, and soon going to take what he wants. Returning my attention back to the bar fly
beside me, I move so she’s pinned between me and the pool table.
Taking the hint, she pulls me up against her. I lean down, she thinks I’m going to kiss
her, but instead I whisper, as I breathe heavily on her neck.
“Darlin’, are you sure?
Be ready, I’m going to fuck you hard, fast, and rough. Right here, in front of your friend, my brother,
and whoever decides to walk in. Once I
start, I’m not going to stop. Say no
now, and walk the fuck away. Otherwise,
take your panties off and stick them in my pocket. Then turn around and bend your ass over the
pool table bitch.”
Without hesitating, her panties are now in my pocket. Pulling her skirt over her waist, her bare
ass is now shaking in front of me.
Getting a condom out, I unbutton my jeans and stroke my dick. As I’m getting hard, I look over to see Tank
is already working his girl over. Her
legs are wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck, and her head back as
she’s moaning in ecstasy. Damn, they
were quick to get to it.
Reaching around her front with my right hand, I slide up her
thigh. At her juncture, I slowly tease
her pussy lips with my fingers.
Spreading them apart, I circle her clit as she rocks back on to me,
seeking more. I increase the pressure
and the pace on her clit. My dick is
hard and pressing against her ass. She
looks over her shoulder, down at my dick.
Seeing the silver jewelry at the tip, she smiles.
“Fuck me, biker. Take
that big, pierced cock and fuck my ass.”
If that’s what the hell the slut wants, who the hell am I to
say no? The bitch wants it rough,
fine. She’ll feel this shit for
days. I push her head down onto the pool
table. Removing my hand from her clit, I
roll the condom on. I kick her legs
further apart. Taking a few moments to
finger her pussy, I use her own juices to start inserting my finger in her
ass. Once she adjusts to the first
finger, I add a second. With my other
hand, I’m rubbing the head of my penis against her clit, letting the piercing
apply that added sensation. She’s now
rocking back rhythmically on three fingers.
I remove my fingers and slowly insert the tip of my cock. I give her body a moment to adjust to my
girth, as I inch in further. She’s tiny
and there is no way I’ll be balls deep without hurting her. Her ass is tight and the lube from the condom
isn’t enough. Once I’m inside her a good bit, I reach around with my left hand
and massage her breast at the same time I begin rubbing circles on her
clit. I tease the entrance to her pussy
with my fingers. As I do, she rocks back
engulfing my dick in her ass. It’s warm,
soft, and so tight. I insert two fingers
inside her pussy as I pinch her nipple.
She rocks against me as I begin pumping both my dick and my fingers in
and out of her. She’s clinching around
me as her orgasm is building.
“Oh, oh, oh…yes…I’m coming.” She screams out so loud Tank
and his play thing stop fucking to turn and watch us.
As she’s going through the aftershocks of her orgasm, she
starts to raise her head up. I push it
back down, as remove my hand from her pussy and my dick from her ass.
“I’m not finished yet.
Bitch, stay put.” I say as I hold
her down onto the pool table.
Fast and hard, I thrust my dick in her pussy now. I set a quick, intense pace, ready to get off
and move on. Within a few hard thrusts,
I allow my mind a moment of wondering, imagining the face of a doll, I come in
the condom. Finishing, I pull out. Removing the condom, I tie off the top, and
toss it in the trash can in the room.
Adjusting myself, I zip up my pants.
Looking over, I see Tank is finished as well. His girl already sporting a pouty face as
mine is still bent over the pool table like she doesn’t know what just happened.
Deciding I am done for the night, I grab my beer, nod to
Tank that it’s time to go. He follows me
out of the room, leaving the two bar flies behind. They both call out to us. Rather than turn around and acknowledge them,
I flip my middle finger over my head at them as we make our way by the bar
towards the exit door.
Excerpt 2
Copyright © Chelsea Camaron 2013
Tripp
Kissing Doll was a mistake.
Shaking off the thoughts of her body molding to mine, I focus. Knowing the fuckers are following us, I’ve
got to keep my shit straight. The
downfall to being followed while you’re on a bike, it’s hard to watch the
bastards following you without making it obvious. Bike mirrors are small and full of blind
spots anything more than a car length away.
It’s a game of where the hell’s Waldo.
I never have liked games.
Peek-a- mother- fuckin’- boo. I see you Cadillac SVT. Same bastards from before, they have no idea
who they’re fucking with. Extending my
left arm out straight, palm flat to the ground, I make a slight up and down
motion to let Rex know to slow down and back off a little. Turning my hand, I single three fingers then
four. Throwing my arm up, bending at the
elbow to a ninety degree angle while balling my fist, then with my index finger
only extending I make a circle motion.
Rex knows in three quarters of a mile, I’ll make a hard right exit, no
signal. He’s to keep going, let the
caddy follow me, while he gets Sass to send the text to the boys to circle
around, and back my ass up.
Pulling off, sure enough, the car follows. Hopefully, they took the bait thinking we
were riding the two of us and only sent one car to tail. My boys have been following a half hour or so
behind us the entire ride making sure to stay out of sight. If there are too many of them, we’re fucked. I’ll do anything before they get Doll though.
We’re on a two lane road that makes a loop. I feel the vibration of my phone cueing me
that Rex and crew are heading to the gas station. Officially in BFE (Bum Fuck, Egypt) I pull
into the seedy gas station. As soon as
Doll realizes Rex doesn’t follow the turn off, she holds on tighter. I drop my left hand to squeeze her thigh
reassuringly. Hang tight until the
cavalry arrives. None of these fuckers
are gonna get to her to use as a pawn in some sick game. Not one hair on that pretty little head will
be touched as long as I’m fucking breathing.
Pulling in, Doll climbs off.
Before I climb off, I grab her hand and swing her to me, snaking my hand
around the back of her neck, I pull her in for a kiss. Raw, rough, and real passion flow freely
between us as the kiss becomes a tangle of tongues, lips, and teeth. When I pull away, her eyes are glassed over
in desire.
“Stay close, and follow my lead, Doll.” I whisper to her before kissing her forehead
and releasing her.
Climbing off the bike, I remove my helmet. Storing both our helmets on the bike, I make
a point not to touch any of the saddlebags.
Knowing we’re being watched, I need to make this believable. They may or may not know the real purposes
behind this trip. If Delatorre hasn’t
been taken down yet, they will want Doll to keep him breathing. If Delatorre has been handled, this could be
retaliation. Either way Doll is their
target. Time to keep up appearances I
smile at Doll to ease her fears.
Walking up behind Doll, I wrap my arms loosely around her
waist. Turning her, I keep my body
between her and the car. Dropping my
head, I lightly bite at the sweet spot where her neck and shoulder meet. She softens beneath me. Running my nose up her neck as I inhale her
scent, reaching her ear, I whisper to her.
“Stay close, do exactly as I say, we’ve been followed.” She nods her head in agreement. “At the
bathroom door, I’m going to kiss you.
When I do, my body will be blocking their vision. You need to reach in the waist band of my
jeans and grab the pistol and tuck it into your jeans. Then you go in the bathroom and lock yourself
inside a stall. You don’t come out until
Sass arrives to get you. If anyone comes
inside that isn’t me, Rex, or Sass, you shoot them. Hellions cut or not, shoot first ask
questions later. My boys are coming for
backup but they won’t come in here to get you, only me, Sass, or Rex. Got it?”
I say, needing her to understand that these men could kill us and get a
Hellions cut so she can only answer for people she can recognize.
Once again she nods.
I feel her shudder beneath me. I
begin pushing us forward, walking behind her, still wrapped around her. The embrace is close like lovers. Under other circumstances it would be
intimate, but in this moment, it’s about her safety.
At the bathroom door, I lean down and kiss her wrapping my
hands around her head. Adrenaline mixes
with an unknown emotion as I sweep my tongue inside her mouth. I don’t want to ever stop kissing her, but
right now I’ve got to get rid of our problem.
I feel the gun being pulled away as she tucks it against her own
waist. When she starts to pull away, I
pull her head back to me. I kiss her
with everything I have in me. If I die
right now, I die a happy mother fucker to have shared my last kiss with this
woman. Finally, I pull away.
“Be safe, Doll.
Remember, no one, but me, Sass, or Rex.”
I kiss her forehead as I release her.
Pausing for a moment as I watch her disappear in the restroom, I can
hear her lock the bathroom door.
Turning around, I’m greeted by none other than the same
fucker from the truck stop.
“Don Juan Mother Fuckin’ Pablo. What can I do for you Chico?”
Excerpt 3
Copyright © Chelsea Camaron 2013
Doll
“Tripp, you son of a bitch, I’m not done talkin’ to
you.” He stops on the spot, but doesn’t
turn around. Rex and Sass are standing
still by their bike watching everything as it continues to unfold. He’s making no attempt to acknowledge
me. Frustration running high, I march up
behind him. I poke him in the shoulder,
in an attempt to get him to turn around.
When that fails, I jab my finger into the top of his shoulder. Still, nothing. Walking around to face him, I’m met with a
mixture of laughter and lust in his eyes.
He’s enjoying this, the fucker.
“You just fucking kissed me.
I don’t even know your real damn name and you kissed me! You’ve insulted me, belittled me, taken me
from my home to God knows where, and I don’t even know your fucking name!” I say jabbing my finger in his chest. Our eyes are now locked, battling each other
in the stare downs of stare downs. My
eyes are full of fury and his full of fun, maybe. Is this turning him on?
“If you’re running your mouth so I kiss you again, it ain’t
gonna happen Doll. You’re wound up. You need to release the tension. How ‘bout we see if Jared can give you some
ink?”
“You have lost your ever lovin’ fuckin’ mind if you think
I’m going to let some friend of yours permanently mark my body. Again, I don’t even know your name. Yet, I’m
supposed to trust some guy you know to tattoo me? Really?
I may end up with Tripp tattooed on my ass.”
He laughs at me. Not
the little ‘ha ha you’re so funny’ kind of laugh. No, Tripp folds over holding his stomach
because he’s laughing so hard at me.
“What the fuck is so damn funny?”
Tripp stands up. The
smile now gone from his face, replaced with his ever present serious glare, he
looks directly at me.
“Get your ass inside.
Shut the fuck up for two seconds so you can meet Jared.”
He walks off, heading for the front door. Sass is now beside me, as I stand here with a
stupid look on my face.
“Come on, Doll. Let’s
make the best of it. I’m game for new
ink. You should get that tat you’ve been
wanting with another damn bird. We’re
stuck here until the guys have rested.
Jared may be hot or have hot friends.
You’re way too bitchy, loosen up some.”
“Sass, Delatorre had cameras in our house. How can I relax?”
“Fuck! He had
what? Come on, let’s get inside and
figure this shit out.” She says, taking
me by the hand to the front door.
Walking inside we are surrounded by the designs on the red
painted walls. Each intricate piece of
work brings something new to life for someone.
Hearing the buzzing of the tattoo gun in the back room, I’m immediately
itching for a new tattoo. I have a
sparrow on my right hip in memory of my mother and a robin on my wrist to
represent the bond Sass and I share.
Maybe Sass is right, and it’s time to get that tattoo I’ve been wanting
on my left hip.
Tripp is leaning against the counter talking to a beautiful
lady. She’s probably in her fifties, but
time has treated her well. There’s
vibrancy in her eyes as she’s chatting with Tripp, her face telling the story
of a strong woman. We approach the
counter.
“Doll, Sass, this is Momma C. And Momma C, you remember
Rex. This is Doll and Sass.”
Introductions out of the way, I’m overwhelmed with a sense
of comfort. Momma C gives me a feeling
of home. Being around her reminds me of
being with the ol’ ladies of the club.
The level of nurturing and compassion that is held in the depths of
Momma C’s eyes washes over me. I’m
smiling and I’m comfortable here even with all the chaos surrounding my
life. Tripp was right, I’m safe here. Even without meeting Jared it’s obvious Momma
C will protect those around her.
A man with spikey hair, gaged ears, and full sleeved tattoos
emerges from the back room. He’s
followed by a man that walks over to Momma C pulling out his wallet, making it
obvious he is a client. Immediately, the
spikey hair man greets Tripp and Rex with that man half hug, back slap
shit. When he’s done, he stares at me
momentarily. He extends his hand. When I place my hand in his, he holds it.
“Name’s Delilah, but everyone calls me Doll. You must be Jared.” I say looking into his eyes. They tell the story of a strong man.
“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Tripp’s a lucky mother fucker.”
I laugh at his comment.
“Tripp’s not my man.”
He pulls me into a hug and whispers in my ear, “With the
death glare he’s giving me, I think he may disagree, Doll.” He kisses my cheek before releasing me.
He greets Sass quickly and escorts us to the back office
area. The client is done paying, raises
his hand in a slight salute wave in goodbye as he exits the building.
“Mom’s locking up.
Here’s the key to the apartment upstairs. I’ll be here the whole time. No one will get
to you without getting through me.”
Jared informs us as he’s handing Tripp a key.
We go upstairs to the tiny apartment and settle in. Tripp’s in the shower. I update Sass on what I now know on
Delatorre. Sass and I are restless, so
we head back down to the tattoo shop.
Finding Jared at a desk drawing, I smile at his focus. He seems like he’s good people, and maybe I
shouldn’t have doubted Tripp. I need to
learn to trust him.
“You need somethin’ Doll, Sass?” Jared asks looking up from his design to both
of us.
“I’d like a new tattoo.”
“Sure thing, whatcha thinkin’ of getting?”
“I want an eagle on my left hip, stretching out in
flight. Not overly big, but in its
talon, I want it holding a very girly heart, not a lifelike heart, a feminine
heart and a shield.”
He pauses, as a strange look comes across his face. “Doll, why do you want this specific
tattoo?”
“An eagle represents the freedom of the motorcycle club
world I live in. It’s talon holding my
heart and a shield for protection. All
my life I’ve been guarded and loved by all of the Hellions, not just my
dad.”
“You’re sure you want an eagle and not the Hellions
insignia?”
Irritation consumes me.
Why is he questioning me? This is
his job. I’ll pay for the damn tat. Cocking my hand on my hip, I glare at
Jared. “It’s not my place to wear the
insignia. Look, if you don’t want to do
the tat that’s fine, just say so, enough with the bullshit.” Looking over at Sass for some sort of comfort
as my frustration builds, she shrugs her shoulders like this is no big
deal.
Hearing a noise behind me, I turn to see Tripp in the
doorway. His hair down and wet. With his arms over his head gripping the door
frame, and his jeans slung low on his hips, I can clearly see the toned ‘v’ of
his lower abdomen peeking out from his shirt.
The tattoos on his arms on display, as usual. Holy hell, he’s hot.
“What bullshit?”
Tripp asks looking back and forth between Jared and me.
“Nothin’. I wanted
ink, but Jared’s asking eighteen hundred questions like I’m trying to get
married or some shit.”
“Hold the fuck up, princess.
Tripp may be interested to know the exact tattoo you’re talkin’ about
marking your body with.” Jared pipes
up. Sass backs away from me, leaving me
inching closer to Tripp.
“I wanted an eagle with an outstretched talon holding a
heart and shield. It’s whatever now, you
guys seem to know better. I’ll get my
fucking ink elsewhere. I’m going to
bed.” As I start to move to the doorway,
Tripp moves his arms off the frame.
Great, he’s going to block my exit.
Then, I watch as he removes his shirt.
The ink adorning his body is all on display. I see the tats of his forearms go all the way
up his shoulders and he has a dragon that peeks on both sides, maybe it wraps
across his back. What has my attention
though, is the large eagle over his left shoulder blade is coming down with an
extended talon holding a lifelike heart and a shield.
He says nothing, as his muscles twitch involuntarily. Before I can stop myself, I’m standing mere
inches from him, as I reach out and slowly trace the details of the
design. I start at the white of the
eagles head, delicately I outline the bird.
As I reach his talon, Tripp stiffens underneath me. He grabs my hand holding it to his heart, the
very place the heart of the tattoo lands.
He drops his head, our faces cheek to cheek. His hair has fallen down off his shoulder it
tickles my face as his breathing sends chills down my spine as it hits my
ear.
“My name is Talon Ward Crews. Talon is for an eagle’s talon as its tool and
its weapon. Ward meaning guard and
protector. The eagle guards and protects
my heart.” He whispers to me.
Excerpt 4
Copyright © Chelsea Camaron 2013
Tripp
The thoughts of having her like this for my lifetime brings
warmth deep inside of me. Today, I bring
her back to my house. Tonight, I will
have her in my bed. Tomorrow, I return
her to her world. Tomorrow, I say
goodbye to my lifeline. Tomorrow, I say
goodbye to my heart because when I leave, I leave it with her. As much as it’s going to suck, I’m going to
leave her. It’s going to crush me, but
I’m going to walk away. The other thing
Pop’s always said, “Don’t give your woman unnecessary pain.” My life would be unnecessary pain for Doll.
I have all of today, tonight, and tomorrow’s ride to make
sure Doll knows she’s my treasure.
Starting in this moment, when I gently rub the back of my hand against
her face. Knowing she’s asleep, I share
what’s on my mind.
Whispering to her, “You’re everything, Doll. You’re the good in me. When the days get long, you’ll be what pulls
me through. I’m gonna let you go, but
I’m always gonna carry you with me.” I
watch her breathing.
No longer able to contain myself, I move to kiss her
forehead. Rolling her over, I kiss her
cheek, then her neck. She’s waking up
under me. I take my time trailing kisses
over her neck and collar bone. She reaches
up, running her fingers through my hair.
Our eyes meet. The words are on the tip of my tongue, but unable to come
out. I see the love this woman has for
me in the depths of those piercing blue eyes.
Does she see what I feel for her?
Does she see the man behind the bike?
Rather than speak the words, I spend my morning making love to her
body. Taking in every second of this and
committing it to my memory in a way to last me a lifetime.
Tomorrow, she’ll be home.
Tomorrow, our ride will end.
Tomorrow, I’ll be man enough to walk away. We’re in too deep. I never should’ve let this happen, emotions
and entanglements are things I don’t do. Today, I’ll give her all of me. Today, I’ll take everything I can. Today, I’ll let my weakness for her consume
me.
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