.jpg)
INNOCENT
RIDE
The Hellions Ride,
#4
Chelsea
Camaron
Release Date:
February 20, 2015
Blurb
Opposites attract, or so
the saying goes. When two people from different worlds come together by a chance
meeting twisted with an element of danger, can their attraction remain
innocent?
She's a corporate accountant. Her life is full of
structure, routine, and organization. Settled, comfortable, and content, Caroline
Milton, loves knowing what to expect every minute of every day.
He's the Catawba Hellions VP and a wild one,
refusing to be tamed. His motto, 'hit it, get it, and go; no repeats' where women are
concerned, guarantees a new woman in his bed nightly. His life suddenly tilted on its
axis, when his wild days come barreling back with a major responsibility. Drexel
'Rex' Crews finds he has a real reason to settle down his wild ways.
When a situation quickly spins out of control at
work for Caroline, she reaches out to the one place she least expected to find herself
dependent upon. The Hellions Motorcycle Club.
His cousin's ol' lady, Doll, comes to him with a
personal favor, protect her best friend. He can't refuse. Protecting Caroline was
supposed to be an innocent task.
The attraction from their first meeting is still a fire
burning strong inside of them both. Neither can deny the pull. They come from
different worlds.
Can Rex show Caroline the safety and security of the
MC? Can Caroline tame the wild beast inside of Rex? Can their innocent ride become
a journey to long lasting love?
.jpg)
The Man I
Am
Copyright © Chelsea
Camaron 2015
~Rex~
As the wind whips around me, she dances violently,
slapping the leather of my cut harshly against my T-shirt covered chest. A storm is
brewing in the air around me as another one rages on inside my darkened
soul.
The road before me is curvy. They call it Dead Man’s
Trail. Riding a ledge is what it feels like. With the fine line of one wrong move, life
and death are in the balance as the road winds through a mountain.
I am hours from home, and I still can’t bring myself
to turn around and go back. I am not on a transport or on a run for the club. I am out
alone, just me, my Harley, and the open night sky.
Not a star shines tonight as the humidity rises and
the wind swirls through the thick air. A summer storm is in the midst. My mind
races as the pipes on my bike scream out under the pressure of my speed.
“Be a man to be proud of. Carry your
name—our name—with pride,” Pop’s voice echoes in my head.
A name. My name. Our name.
Tessie gave my boy—her son, my son, our son—my
name. My fucking name.
Axel Devon Crews. Mini-me. One look and I fucking
knew he was mine. My gut twists. Mine. My blood. My responsibility. My
name. My fucking mirror image.
Throttle down, I push on faster, harder, needing to
feel something slice through me besides the disappointments running through my
mind. My life is officially at a crossroads, every mistake of my past now shoved in
the forefront of my mind.
How did I get so lost? How have I become so
consumed in things that don’t matter? When did I become so self-absorbed?
I would lay down my life to protect the very cut
moving across my back right now. Yet, the woman who freely lay beneath me, giving
her body, heart, and soul to me, I left without a glance back. She ripped her
body—literally—to give life to my seed, and I did nothing more than wink, smile,
and move on to the next woman. I was so focused on myself I missed the signs. I
should have known. Hell, I should have been there.
.jpg)
Then, when the opportunity came for me to step up
for her, did I do it? No. Shooter stepped in like I knew he would. He is a far better
man than I am. Tessie deserves a man like him, not the mess that is me. No matter
what life throws at them, he will be there to have her back, to be her security. He
will be her strength and her calm within the storm. He will be her best friend and
her lover. Everything that Tessie needs, wants, and damn sure deserves is found in
the man I now proudly call my brother.
Sure, there was a time I wanted to rip him limb from
limb. He went after what could have been mine. No, he didn’t go after her, not really,
not if I keep it real with myself. I pushed him there. I sent him to her. I gave him
what could have been my future. The only person to blame here is me. She needed
me, and I tossed her off to him. My mistakes. My losses. I know, if I am ever given a
chance to have something good again, I am not going to waste my
opportunity.
When the clouds open up, the hot rain comes down,
pelting me in the face, on my arms, and all my exposed skin. The road beneath me
gets slick as I push on. Soft gravel gives way, and my back tire shifts under me. I
don’t correct the movement. The delicate balance keeping me upright drops as does
my bike, and my body hits the pavement hard. Gravel digs in even through the
denim of my pants as the material rips. I feel my arms shred as my bike is no longer
under my now broken body, only the unforgiving road.
Broken, shredded, a bloody mess of a man—that is
what I am.
Pops’ voice is the last thing to sound through my
head as I succumb to the blackness consuming me.
“The past is the past; the future is before you.
Change is a power we all hold. Learning from your mistakes is growth, and it’s a
necessary change. How you pick yourself up when you hit rock bottom will tell what
kind of man you really are.”
One Ride
(The Hellions Ride, #1)
Forever Ride
(Hellions Ride, #2)
Merciless
Ride (Hellions Ride, #3)
Innocent
Ride (Hellions Ride, #4)
About the
Author
.jpg)
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.
Giveaway!
Nincsenek megjegyzések:
Megjegyzés küldése