We are so excited to share with you not one, but two new covers from author Chelsea Camaron’s Hellions Ride contemporary romance series!
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
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
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
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,
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.”
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?
Copyright © Chelsea Camaron 2013
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
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,
“Stay close, and follow my lead, Doll.” I whisper to her before kissing her forehead and
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
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
“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
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?