Title: One Ride (The Hellions Ride)
Author: Chelsea Camaron
Genre: Erotica
Publication Date: January 2014
Tour Host: Dreams Come True Promotions
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?
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18526139-one-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.
Email chelseacamaron@gmail.com
Twitter @chelseacamaron
Website www.authorchelseacamaron.com
Excerpt 1
Copyright © Chelsea Camaron 2013
Tripp
*Warning mature content ahead- this scene is explicit!!!!
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.”
“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.
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