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One Ride
Book One of the
Hellions Ride Series
By Chelsea Camaron
Blurb:
Delilah “Doll” Reklinger never imagined her life with anyone
that wasn’t a Hellion. She never
imagined there would be a Hellion that could 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 with a charter club member
that he trusts, 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 attraction.
She’s feisty, fierce, and fearless.
Constantly in close confines
together, can they deny the chemistry?
Will they give into the desire?
Can one ride turn lust into love?
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About the Author:
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 ‘Love
and Repair’ series and the ‘Hellions Ride’ motorcycle club 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.
Connections
Email chelseacamaron@gmail.com
Twitter
@chelseacamaron
Website www.authorchelseacamaron.com
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OUR REVIEW
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A MUST READ
Ok y'all as you know I am a huge fan of MC books and I find that I am a little harder on them when asked to review one. I can tell you that I absolutely loved One Ride and say its a MUST READ!
I am a huge fan of Chelsea Cameron and loved all of her previous work. In my opinion this was her best work yet. I think she has found her genre. She really wrote a fantastic story! The character development is phenomenal you find yourself loving not only the main characters Doll and Tripp, but all the characters within the MC group.
This book has it all. Hot sexy bikers, a fiesty smart mouthed female lead and hot passionate sex scenes that will have you all riled up.
Doll is the daughter of the Hellions MC president. When danger gets to close for comfort she finds her father ordering her and her best friend Sass to leave with the president of another affiliate. She is to ride with Talon aka Tripp until its safe for her return. She doesn't realize that this one trip is going to change her life forever.
Tripp is a gorgeous, bad a$$ biker that is instantly attracted to Doll once he sees her. He knows that this trip is going to be one heck of a ride. I absolutely adore Tripp. He is the perfect MC boyfriend. He even has a thoughtful side.
Honestly, once I started this book I couldn't put it down. It only took me a few hours to finish it and it left me want in more. I can not wait to read the next book. ~Tracie
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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