Friday, May 30, 2014

#CoverReveal: Forever Ride and One Ride by Chelsea Camaron

We are so excited to share with you not one, but two new covers from author Chelsea Camaron's Hellions Ride contemporary romance series!

Forever Ride
Book Two of the Hellions Ride Series
by Chelsea Camaron
June 2014
Events happen in life that can awaken our truest and deepest desires. They also show us our greatest fears. Sometimes we are forced to face those fears, other times we build walls that can’t be broken to protect ourselves.

A profound connection these two once shared. A strong friendship once formed was shattered. Fate has stepped in and shaken both their worlds.

The danger, the wild, the chaos, and the lifestyle of the Hellions world has become far too much for Savannah ‘Sass’ Perchton. Swearing off bikers and attempting a ‘normal’ life, she has settled. She’s committed to Nick, her country club, pretty boy. She’s found a way to be content.

Things aren’t always what they seem. Wrap an empty box in pretty paper and a bow, it may look amazing, but it’s still a hollow shell.

He’s a Hellions playboy. A different chick in his bed, off on a different ride, and always something new. He’s Frank ‘Tank’ Oleander, Haywood’s Hellions Road Chief. Throttle down and life is good.

The fast pace of the Hellions life catches up to him. At a crossroads, he’s forced to face some life changing thoughts or succumb to the darkness of death. Teetering on the brink of giving in, her voice is all he’s holding onto. The coma he can’t pull himself out of, her voice is what he holds onto.

She’s sworn off bikers. He’s facing the Reaper. Can he pull through? Can she ever see past the lifestyle to the heart of the man behind the cut? Will they find their Forever Ride?


She’s in my arms, her body draped across mine. I have not slept one bit. 
We left the kitchen after the barbeque and came back to my room on the compound. I have one of the duplexes that really is all my own. My roommates are all married, so usually the place is empty except for me. With the charter clubs here, I have a few people staying over, but they don’t care that Sass is in my bed. 
Last night was nothing short of incredible. The hellcat likes it rough and everywhere. I lost count of the orgasms between us. Thinking of it, my dick is ready again. I am sure her pussy needs a break, though. Her ass, too. 
Reality hits me like a sledge hammer.
I fucked my brother’s daughter. My boss’s daughter. I fucked one of the untouchable two.
Worse, though, I fucked my friend. Never cross that line. There is no going back. I live my life with no regrets, the words tattooed across my lower stomach, reminding me and every female that goes low, there will be no regrets. Only now, I have gone too far. I don’t regret last night—it was the best damn night I have ever shared with someone—but it shouldn’t have happened.
Looking at her red hair lying across my chest, the contrast against the colors of my tattoos, I don’t want to move. I don’t want this to end, but it must. 
Each breath she takes tickles my nipple piercing, reminding me of each bite and tug her mouth gave them mere hours ago. How can I go back to the way things were between us? Every time I see her I’m going to want nothing more than to be balls deep once again. 
Maybe with enough space, fresh air, and distance everything will go back to normal. Yeah, normal, that’s what I need.
Smacking her ass playfully, I wake her up. Abruptly, I move out from under her, standing by the bed, watching as she takes in her surroundings and remembers last night. 
It’s time to make my clean escape. I make my way to my bathroom, calling out over my shoulder to her, “Time to say goodbye. Gather your stuff up. You found your way to my bed, you can find your way out the damn door.”

One Ride
Book One of the Hellions Ride Series
by Chelsea Camaron
December 19th 2013
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?


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.

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.

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