Monday 27 January 2014

**Blog Tour** One Ride by Chelsea Camaron

Title: One Ride (The Hellions Ride)
Author: Chelsea Camaron
Genre: Erotica
Publication Date: December 19, 2013

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?

Nicola's Review and Dreamcast

4 Bare Naked Stars****

One Ride is the first book in The Hellions Ride Biker Series. And I must admit, I was impressed.  It's also the first MC book I've ever read-- I know, I know. Where the hell have I been right? Anyway....
Delilah ‘Doll’ Recklinger has grown up around Bikers for her whole life. Daughter to the Hellions MC president Roundman, it’s the only world she’s really known and can’t see her life without having the Hellions in it. Being the ‘princess’ of the club she is completely off limits. You don’t mess with her unless you want to get your arse kicked by her dad and the other bikers. She’s safe and guarded at all times, and she’s happy.
Enter Talon ‘Tripp’ Crews is the prez to the Hellions chapter based in Catawba. His life consists of his club and the bikers in that club, therefore doesn’t think having a family or an ol’ lady would be wise. Instead he goes for what girls are willing to give him. Well when I say give him; it’s more like he takes what he wants from them. He is very much the ‘wham bam thank you ma’am’ kinda guy. That is until he’s at the Hellions annual BBQ.
Tripp spots Doll from afar.  Straight away he’s attracted to the blonde bombshell and must find who she is. But after being introduced to ‘the princess’ he knows he can’t have her.

“It dawns on me exactly who she is. That’s Roundman’s Doll. She is off limits. All lust filled thoughts I have are momentarily gone. She isn’t just any Hellions princess, she’s the Hellion princess.”

Going back home Tripp tries to forget about the way Doll made him feel, just as Doll tries to forget about the man who constantly occupies her mind (even if she can’t remember his name) Which they both fail to do.
Roundman and the Hellions have tried to make sure that all their businesses and jobs go according to plan. However, one job takes a turn for the worse and the ramifications makes it clear that Doll is in danger. Taking matters into his own hands to protect his daughter, Roundman sends her and her best friend Sass away so he can deal with the problem once and for all.
“You won’t know when or where, but I promise you if it’s the last mother fucking thing I do. You’ll pay for threatening my daughter”. ~ Roundman

Tripp’s job, along with Rex (his VP) is to take Doll and Sass on a bike ride across country. To keep them safe.

“Please don’t be afraid anytime you’re with me. I give you my word; you’re safe with me. I won’t ever let anything happen to you.” ~ Tripp

Sounds easy enough right? Wrong!!! The more time Doll and Tripp spend together, the more their attraction for one another increases. Tripp constantly reminds he she is off limits, that he shouldn’t touch her. But it just gets harder and harder to ignore.
Will one ride change it all? Or will Tripp’s loyalty to Roundman and his club stop him from pursuing what he really wants with Doll?

“How does someone prepare to say goodbye to the first person o make them feel truly alive? When the time comes I’ll have no choice but to say goodbye.” ~ Doll
“You’re everything, Doll. You’re the good in me. When he 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”. ~ Tripp

I absolutely loved Tripp and Dolls story. They’re road to happiness is anything but smooth. Tripp constantly battles with himself and his loyalty to the club. He loves her, but doesn’t think he can truly provide her with everything to make her happy and thinks she deserves a lot more than him. He also doesn’t think her dad would approve of them being together. I loved Doll. She is feisty and straight to the point, no bullshitting when talking. She falls hard for Tripp and in such a short amount of time. But she is unwilling to be the only person fighting for their chance at a relationship.  Tripp needs to pull his finger out and man up.
I would’ve love to read more about the happenings back at the club while Doll and Tripp were away, but I’m hoping Chelsea expands on that in the next books.

Chelsea wrote an amazing story, and has truly set us up for what is yet to come in the series. I'm looking forward to Sass and Tanks story next and can see it being one hell of a tough ride that will keep us on the edge of our seats.


His dark brown hair was pulled back in a knot on the back of his head, the top grown out but underneath shaved. His face is one of pure masculinity; a strong jaw line, pronounced nose, an hazel eyes with gold flecks


"Long straight blonde haired, her face round and flawless, her skin smooth like that of a glass doll. This broad is stacked; nice rack, skinny with a plump ass, screaming to be smacked."

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.


Twitter @chelseacamaron





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Excerpt 1

Copyright © Chelsea Camaron 2013


*Warning mature content ahead*

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.

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