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One Ride by Chelsea Caramon Blog Tour

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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?

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I am a HUGE fan of an indulging MC storyline and this book delivers. The push and pull ones expected because of Tripp not feeling he is worthing and the life that he lead is not good for "Doll" the Princess. He will soon find out that life events has a way of choosing a different path for you. Keeping someone safe has a way of letting them into that brick wall that you built.

For a breakout novel this is a must read and I look forward to the adventures of the other couples in this series.





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.






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Tripp

*Warning mature content ahead- this scene is explicit so only post if your blog is set for adult content please*

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.




Excerpt 2





Copyright © Chelsea Camaron 2013




Tripp

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 around, and back my ass up.

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, her eyes are glassed over in desire.

“Stay close, and follow my lead, Doll.”  I whisper to her before kissing her forehead and releasing her.

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 Doll to ease her fears.

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 scent, reaching her ear, I whisper to 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 bathroom door.

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?”






Excerpt 3





Copyright © Chelsea Camaron 2013


Doll

“Tripp, you son of a bitch, I’m not done talkin’ to you.”  He stops on the spot, but doesn’t turn around.  Rex and Sass are standing still by their bike watching everything as it continues to unfold.  He’s making no attempt to acknowledge me.  Frustration running high, I march up behind him.  I poke him in the shoulder, in an attempt to get him to turn around.  When that fails, I jab my finger into the top of his shoulder.  Still, nothing.  Walking around to face him, I’m met with a mixture of laughter and lust in his eyes.  He’s enjoying this, the fucker.

“You just fucking kissed me.  I don’t even know your real damn name and you kissed me!  You’ve insulted me, belittled me, taken me from my home to God knows where, and I don’t even know your fucking name!”  I say jabbing my finger in his chest.  Our eyes are now locked, battling each other in the stare downs of stare downs.  My eyes are full of fury and his full of fun, maybe.  Is this turning him on?

“If you’re running your mouth so I kiss you again, it ain’t gonna happen Doll.  You’re wound up.  You need to release the tension.  How ‘bout we see if Jared can give you some ink?”

“You have lost your ever lovin’ fuckin’ mind if you think I’m going to let some friend of yours permanently mark my body.  Again, I don’t even know your name. Yet, I’m supposed to trust some guy you know to tattoo me?  Really?  I may end up with Tripp tattooed on my ass.”

He laughs at me.  Not the little ‘ha ha you’re so funny’ kind of laugh.  No, Tripp folds over holding his stomach because he’s laughing so hard at me.

“What the fuck is so damn funny?”

Tripp stands up.  The smile now gone from his face, replaced with his ever present serious glare, he looks directly at me.

“Get your ass inside.  Shut the fuck up for two seconds so you can meet Jared.”

He walks off, heading for the front door.  Sass is now beside me, as I stand here with a stupid look on my face.

“Come on, Doll.  Let’s make the best of it.  I’m game for new ink.  You should get that tat you’ve been wanting with another damn bird.  We’re stuck here until the guys have rested.  Jared may be hot or have hot friends.  You’re way too bitchy, loosen up some.”

“Sass, Delatorre had cameras in our house.  How can I relax?”

“Fuck!  He had what?  Come on, let’s get inside and figure this shit out.”  She says, taking me by the hand to the front door.

Walking inside we are surrounded by the designs on the red painted walls.  Each intricate piece of work brings something new to life for someone.  Hearing the buzzing of the tattoo gun in the back room, I’m immediately itching for a new tattoo.  I have a sparrow on my right hip in memory of my mother and a robin on my wrist to represent the bond Sass and I share.  Maybe Sass is right, and it’s time to get that tattoo I’ve been wanting on my left hip.

Tripp is leaning against the counter talking to a beautiful lady.  She’s probably in her fifties, but time has treated her well.  There’s vibrancy in her eyes as she’s chatting with Tripp, her face telling the story of a strong woman.  We approach the counter.

“Doll, Sass, this is Momma C. And Momma C, you remember Rex.  This is Doll and Sass.”

Introductions out of the way, I’m overwhelmed with a sense of comfort.  Momma C gives me a feeling of home.  Being around her reminds me of being with the ol’ ladies of the club.  The level of nurturing and compassion that is held in the depths of Momma C’s eyes washes over me.  I’m smiling and I’m comfortable here even with all the chaos surrounding my life.  Tripp was right, I’m safe here.  Even without meeting Jared it’s obvious Momma C will protect those around her.

A man with spikey hair, gaged ears, and full sleeved tattoos emerges from the back room.  He’s followed by a man that walks over to Momma C pulling out his wallet, making it obvious he is a client.  Immediately, the spikey hair man greets Tripp and Rex with that man half hug, back slap shit.  When he’s done, he stares at me momentarily.  He extends his hand.  When I place my hand in his, he holds it.

“Name’s Delilah, but everyone calls me Doll.  You must be Jared.”  I say looking into his eyes.  They tell the story of a strong man.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.  Tripp’s a lucky mother fucker.”

I laugh at his comment.  “Tripp’s not my man.”

He pulls me into a hug and whispers in my ear, “With the death glare he’s giving me, I think he may disagree, Doll.”  He kisses my cheek before releasing me.

He greets Sass quickly and escorts us to the back office area.  The client is done paying, raises his hand in a slight salute wave in goodbye as he exits the building.

“Mom’s locking up.  Here’s the key to the apartment upstairs.  I’ll be here the whole time. No one will get to you without getting through me.”  Jared informs us as he’s handing Tripp a key.

We go upstairs to the tiny apartment and settle in.  Tripp’s in the shower.  I update Sass on what I now know on Delatorre.  Sass and I are restless, so we head back down to the tattoo shop.  Finding Jared at a desk drawing, I smile at his focus.  He seems like he’s good people, and maybe I shouldn’t have doubted Tripp.  I need to learn to trust him.

“You need somethin’ Doll, Sass?”  Jared asks looking up from his design to both of us.

“I’d like a new tattoo.”

“Sure thing, whatcha thinkin’ of getting?”

“I want an eagle on my left hip, stretching out in flight.  Not overly big, but in its talon, I want it holding a very girly heart, not a lifelike heart, a feminine heart and a shield.”

He pauses, as a strange look comes across his face.  “Doll, why do you want this specific tattoo?”

“An eagle represents the freedom of the motorcycle club world I live in.  It’s talon holding my heart and a shield for protection.  All my life I’ve been guarded and loved by all of the Hellions, not just my dad.”

“You’re sure you want an eagle and not the Hellions insignia?”

Irritation consumes me.  Why is he questioning me?  This is his job.  I’ll pay for the damn tat.  Cocking my hand on my hip, I glare at Jared.  “It’s not my place to wear the insignia.  Look, if you don’t want to do the tat that’s fine, just say so, enough with the bullshit.”  Looking over at Sass for some sort of comfort as my frustration builds, she shrugs her shoulders like this is no big deal.

Hearing a noise behind me, I turn to see Tripp in the doorway.  His hair down and wet.  With his arms over his head gripping the door frame, and his jeans slung low on his hips, I can clearly see the toned ‘v’ of his lower abdomen peeking out from his shirt.  The tattoos on his arms on display, as usual.  Holy hell, he’s hot.

“What bullshit?”  Tripp asks looking back and forth between Jared and me.

“Nothin’.  I wanted ink, but Jared’s asking eighteen hundred questions like I’m trying to get married or some shit.”

“Hold the fuck up, princess.  Tripp may be interested to know the exact tattoo you’re talkin’ about marking your body with.”  Jared pipes up.  Sass backs away from me, leaving me inching closer to Tripp.

“I wanted an eagle with an outstretched talon holding a heart and shield.  It’s whatever now, you guys seem to know better.  I’ll get my fucking ink elsewhere.  I’m going to bed.”  As I start to move to the doorway, Tripp moves his arms off the frame.  Great, he’s going to block my exit.  Then, I watch as he removes his shirt.  The ink adorning his body is all on display.  I see the tats of his forearms go all the way up his shoulders and he has a dragon that peeks on both sides, maybe it wraps across his back.  What has my attention though, is the large eagle over his left shoulder blade is coming down with an extended talon holding a lifelike heart and a shield.

He says nothing, as his muscles twitch involuntarily.   Before I can stop myself, I’m standing mere inches from him, as I reach out and slowly trace the details of the design.  I start at the white of the eagles head, delicately I outline the bird.  As I reach his talon, Tripp stiffens underneath me.  He grabs my hand holding it to his heart, the very place the heart of the tattoo lands.  He drops his head, our faces cheek to cheek.  His hair has fallen down off his shoulder it tickles my face as his breathing sends chills down my spine as it hits my ear.

“My name is Talon Ward Crews.  Talon is for an eagle’s talon as its tool and its weapon.  Ward meaning guard and protector.  The eagle guards and protects my heart.”  He whispers to me.




Excerpt 4





Copyright © Chelsea Camaron 2013


Tripp

The thoughts of having her like this for my lifetime brings warmth deep inside of me.  Today, I bring her back to my house.  Tonight, I will have her in my bed.  Tomorrow, I return her to her world.  Tomorrow, I say goodbye to my lifeline.  Tomorrow, I say goodbye to my heart because when I leave, I leave it with her.  As much as it’s going to suck, I’m going to leave her.  It’s going to crush me, but I’m going to walk away.  The other thing Pop’s always said, “Don’t give your woman unnecessary pain.”  My life would be unnecessary pain for Doll.

I have all of today, tonight, and tomorrow’s ride to make sure Doll knows she’s my treasure.  Starting in this moment, when I gently rub the back of my hand against her face.  Knowing she’s asleep, I share what’s on my mind.

Whispering to her, “You’re everything, Doll.  You’re the good in me.  When the 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.”  I watch her breathing.

No longer able to contain myself, I move to kiss her forehead.  Rolling her over, I kiss her cheek, then her neck.  She’s waking up under me.  I take my time trailing kisses over her neck and collar bone.  She reaches up, running her fingers through my hair.  Our eyes meet. The words are on the tip of my tongue, but unable to come out.  I see the love this woman has for me in the depths of those piercing blue eyes.  Does she see what I feel for her?  Does she see the man behind the bike?  Rather than speak the words, I spend my morning making love to her body.  Taking in every second of this and committing it to my memory in a way to last me a lifetime.

Tomorrow, she’ll be home.  Tomorrow, our ride will end.  Tomorrow, I’ll be man enough to walk away.  We’re in too deep.  I never should’ve let this happen, emotions and entanglements are things I don’t do. Today, I’ll give her all of me.  Today, I’ll take everything I can.  Today, I’ll let my weakness for her consume me. 


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If you're looking for a heartwarming story about a girl who falls deeply in love with a troubled boy who changes her life--a sob story with pretty metaphors and a million ways that'll tell you how "broken" she is, STOP. Don't read another word of this. 

I'm not that type of girl. 

My name is Emerald Anderson and I'm not going to bullshit you: I flunked out of college after my sophomore year, I've been fired from every job I've ever taken, and I've never had a fully functioning relationship in my life. 

I wish I could say that I had a cheerleader in my corner, someone who says, "No, Emerald--You're great and you are good at something!" but I don't. My grandparents are completely oblivious to my life, and my mother's dying words to me were "You're going to end up just like me one day. A beautiful nothing." 

She was right.

As I decide to start my life over and take two jobs that will forever change me--one from the inside, and one from the outside, I keep my mother's words close to my heart so I can keep the sexy and mysterious Carter Black away. 

He's the first man who's ever pursued me, the first man who seems bent on finding out why I am the way I am, but he's wasting his time. 

I'm not broken. I don't need to be fixed. I'm perfectly fine being a beautiful failure...

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Excerpt

My mother was a whore.

Her name was Leah Isabelle Anderson—“Leah Belle” for short, and she was one of New Jersey’s most sought after escorts.

With deep green eyes that could take any man’s breath away, and skin so porcelain and smooth that it looked too perfect to touch, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Often compared to a supermodel, her raven black hair fell past her shoulders, and her naturally long eyelashes were always coifed to perfection. 

Growing up, I had no idea what she did with the men who picked her up in their shiny and expensive cars—the men who wore thousand dollar suits and patted me on the head while saying, “Your mom is really something special.”

In a way, these strangers became the closest thing I had to a family since I never knew my father: Her regulars, Christian and William, sent me gifts every Christmas. Arnie bought me my first bike, Steve taught me how to change a tire, and her most ruthless suitor—Vincent, took me shopping for designer clothes once a month.

Leah Belle—she never ever let me call her “mom,” wasn’t exactly a mother to me; she was more like an older friend. An older ‘I’ll-be-there-when-it’s-convenient’ friend.

She missed every elementary school play, every middle school writing competition, and never gave a damn about my grades. At first, the involuntary loneliness bothered me, but after I created an army of invisible friends and easily accessible fantasies, I came to terms with her neglect and happily accepted any attention she was willing to give me.

When I became a teenager, she started to hang around me more often—promising that she would do better, promising that she would make sure that “from here on out, [we’d] be best friends.” Since she’d run away from her parents after having me at sixteen, she made a point to never lecture or discipline me. She did however, teach me three very important lessons:

1.) “Always put tons of effort into the way you look. You need to be beautiful on the outside, no matter how fucked up you are on the inside. If you ever feel sad or depressed, suck that shit up and add more mascara.”

2.) “Don’t make friends. Make sponsors. If you can’t get anything out of someone or use them for a specific purpose, kick that person out of your life ASAP.”

3.) “Beauty wins over brains every time. Your body will always be your most important asset. Remember that.”

For my fourteenth birthday, she poured me my first shot and offered me a short line of coke, saying, “Welcome to life, Em!”

I shook my head at the coke—I’d read about the effects, but I happily took the red shot glass from her hand. 

“To the best fuckin’ daughter in the world!” She lifted her glass in the air, waiting for me to do the same, and then she ordered me to toss it back.

The initial burning sensation was painful—disgusting, but in the years to come, that bitterness tasted better and better, and I looked forward to the two of us drinking together. It was the only time that she gave me her undivided attention.

In those moments, I would tell her about another writing competition I’d won or how I’d received more early college scholarships. When it was her turn, she would tell me about “turning tricks” like other parents told their kids about a day at the office.

“I can’t tell you how weak Ben’s dick was today,” she’d say. “I mean, I feel like I should be charging him double for the weak ass fucks he puts me through.”

“You don’t enjoy it with him? Ever?” I’d ask.

“No. Never with him. But he’s a sponsor, I’m getting his money, and that’s all that matters. I just lie there, scratch his back, and say ‘HarderHarder’ to make him think I’m into it until—”

“Until he cums?”

“Yep.” She’d pass me a cigarette before sighing. “With him and a few others, I usually have to take a few shots beforehand to numb my mind. With the really good ones, all I have to do is relax. Sex can be fucking incredible when it’s done right…”

One particular Friday, after she let one of her regulars take me shopping for a Chanel bag, I unlocked the door to our home and saw droplets of blood all over the floor.

“Leah?” I set my shopping bag down. “Did you get another nose bleed?”

No answer.

I headed into the kitchen, looking for her usual remedies—hot tea and Q tips, but she wasn’t there.

“You here?” I walked around our living room and checked all the rooms upstairs. Confused, I pulled out my cell phone and called her.

No answer again.

I shrugged and opened a bottle of vodka, tossing back a few shots. I figured she’d left with one of her sponsors for a quickie and would be back by the time our favorite show started.

I decided to take a shower before it came on and headed into the downstairs bathroom.

The second I hit the lights, my heart fell out of my chest.

I wanted to believe that what I was seeing was simply a sick joke by my imagination—a twisted fantasy I’d snap out of in seconds.

Pale and blue, Leah’s body lay lifeless in our tub. Her left arm was dangling over the edge, and the small velvet bag where she kept her cocaine was dangling from her fingertips.

Scattered across the floor were hundreds of prescription pills and empty orange bottles that bore the names of strangers. On the vanity, there was an empty syringe and a folded note that read “For my Em…”

Trembling, I rushed to her side and pressed my finger against her neck, hoping for a pulse.

Nothing.

I tilted her head back and tried to breathe life into her—pressing her chest with my hands every few seconds, but it was no use.

She was gone.

I sank down to the floor in tears—cursing her, hating her, for doing this to me. To us.

I had no friends to call, no family either, so in my numb and dazed state I somehow managed to call 9-1-1. While the operator attempted to calm me down by asking me to take deep breaths, I walked over to the vanity and unfolded Leah’s last note:

 

Em,

I know you’re confused right now, but I want you to know that I love you. I love you so fucking much… You were the only thing that made my life worth living, and I wish I was strong enough to keep that in mind…

I’m not.

I’m tired of living a lie and I haven’t been happy in a very long time… I just can’t take it anymore…

I’ve fucked up a lot of things in my life, but the biggest regret I have is the way I raised you…I’m so sorry… This is going to be hard for you to believe—especially since I’m gone, but I need you to forget all that shit I taught you. Right now.

Fuck using your looks to get what you want. Go to college and do some good shit with your life, like write or something. You’re a good writer, you’re very smart, and you need to use your brain to get ahead. Can you promise to do that for me, Em?

Then again…It’s probably too late and I’m willing to bet that you’ll end up just like me: A beautiful nothing…

It won’t be your fault though. It’ll be—

 

I stopped reading and flushed that note down the toilet. Her last words were clearly written out of sadness and they were only compounding my pain. 

As far as I was concerned, Leah had raised me the best she could and she was far from a “beautiful nothing” in my eyes. In fact, I cherished every single thing she’d taught me.

Even though I was beyond hurt that she’d selfishly left me all alone, I was determined to remember her at her best and for everything she was to me:

My mother.

My best friend.

My role model

 

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Mariah Cole is a Starbucks addict (hazelnut shots, please!), New Adult author, and an incessant daydreamer. Known for pushing the envelope, she's an avid reader of indie books and is always looking to chat with readers and authors alike.

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Blood Red Rage


Book 1 in the Littlemoon Investigation Series.


They're starting anew.


Julian and Tori Littlemoon are venturing out and are now their own bosses. It's a blessing and a curse at the same time.


As they struggle to build up a business and make a name for themselves, they have other problems facing them down.


Someone is collecting women.


It's a new dangerous game, and since they no longer have the power of the FBI to back them up, they’re learning on the fly.


And it isn't easy!


They've been hired to bring home one missing girl, and no one believes that it’ll be anything more than a simple open and shut case. Unfortunately for the team, it leads them deep into the bowels of something far more sinister.


Dark.


Twisted.


Evil.


With the help of the family, and an unexpected ally with a 'gift', they begin to unravel the mystery of who is taking these women to create the ultimate collection.


The truth will be set free, but can they live with the consequences of what is to come?


The chaos is the least of their worries. Now, the team has a far bigger concern.


It's the Blood Red Rage, and maniac with an appetite to own them all…


Warning: Graphic sex and adult situations.


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Morgan Kelley lives in the beautiful Pocono Mountains with her husband and two children. After attending college at Penn State University and studying Criminal Justice, Morgan knew here only true passion in life would be murder and books. She put them both together and began her career as a writer. Other than books and writing, you can find Morgan hanging out in her garden and digging in the dirt. Everyone thinks she’s planting, but she’s actually searching for places to bury the bodies.


Her other works include: The Junction, Serial Sins, The Blood Betrayal, The Blood Redemption, The Blood Vengeance, The Blood Retribution, The Killing Times (1), Sacred Burial Grounds (2), True Love Lost (3), Deep Dark Mire (4), Fire Burns Hot (5), Darkness of Truth (6), Celestia is Falling (1) and coming soon Vegas is Dying (2)


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Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Let Me Love by Michelle Lynn Cover Reveal



 


RELEASE DATE: FEBRUARY 27, 2014

 



SYNOPSIS:

 

A
chance encounter. An undeniable connection. An unimaginable twist of fate.

 

Kailey’s
life is crumbling. Her best friend and sister, Jen, is dying, leaving her young
family devastated. With little hope of saving her, Kailey is forced to face a
reality she never expected.

 

Trey’s
life is fun and carefree. He loves the girls, his drums, and his friends.
That’s not to say he isn’t continuously plagued by a difficult decision made
years ago—one that changed the course of his life.

 

Despite
the connection they make when their paths unexpectedly cross, Kailey knows her
life has no room for anyone else right now. But regardless of how many times she
pushes him away, Trey only fights harder to make a place for him in her life
and in her heart.

 

Trey
thought he knew heartbreak, but he had no idea until life gave him a second
chance, only to snatch it away just as fast. This time he’s determined to keep
his place in the life of the ones he loves.

 

Is
there such a thing as fate? If so, can Kailey and Trey hold on to one another
long enough to discover there’s no such thing as a chance encounter?

 

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Michelle moved around the Midwest most of her life,
transferring from school to school before settling down in the outskirts of
Chicago ten years ago, where she now resides with her husband and two
kids.  She developed a love of reading at
a young age, which helped lay the foundation for her passion to write.   With the encouragement of her family, she
finally sat down and wrote one of the many stories that have been floating
around in her head. When she isn’t reading or writing, she can be found playing
with her kids, talking to her mom on the phone, or hanging out with her family
and friends.  But after chasing around
twin preschoolers all day, she always cherishes her relaxation time after
putting the kids to bed.

 

 


 


 


 



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Changing Course by Aly Martinez

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Title: Changing Course (Wrecked and Ruined #1)


Author: Aly Martinez


Genre: Contemporary Romance


Release Date: January 29, 2014


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I met Sarah Kate Erickson when I was 21 years old. I was lucky enough to keep her for seven years before a tragic accident stole her from me. She didn’t die, but sometimes I think it would have been easier if she had.


I lived in a haze for those four years after the accident. Catering to her every need, even though she hated the very sight of my face. I tried to hold on to her and the future that we were supposed to build together. But you can’t hold on to someone that doesn’t exist anymore.


It wasn’t until I met Jesse Addison, a barista at the local coffee shop, that I realized I didn’t just lose Sarah that tragic night, I lost myself as well. Jesse taught me how to let go of the past and learn to love again. But what happens when your past haunts your present and the woman you used to love refuses to accept the woman you can’t live without?


 
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I met Sarah Kate Erickson seven years ago during a chance meeting at the local library. We were both reaching for the same William Shakespeare Collection. Our hands brushed, sparks flew, and it was love at first sight. We dated for three years, got married, and had sex for the very first time on our wedding night. Well, at least that is the story she made me promise to tell our future children.

The truth is that, I met Sarah in a bar while she was approximately one drop of alcohol away from spending the night praying to the porcelain gods. She had on some ridiculously tight red dress and the tallest pair of black fuck-me heels I had ever seen. It was whore-tastic, but damn, she looked amazing. She was already tall for a woman, but in those cock-hardening shoes, she towered over the other women. Her friends were dressed in similarly sexy and in somewhat coordinating outfits. A collaborative effort that was no doubt on purpose.

I watched as she asked for another drink from the bartender who stood staring at her partially exposed breasts for a beat too long. She reached across the bar, pushed one finger under his chin, and guided his gaze back to her eyes while she ordered drinks. She then turned and leaned her elbows behind her, propping herself up on the bar, and effectively thrusting her barely covered breasts into the face of every man in the room. It was then I knew I needed to meet them...I mean her...I had to meet her.

Sure, staring at her was probably creepy as hell, but I just couldn't take my eyes off her. As cheesy as it sounds, there was just something about the tall blonde that commanded my attention. It didn't hurt that I got an insta-hard on when I thought about those long legs wrapped around my waist. Okay, so maybe staring wasn't the only creepy part.
About the Author

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I’m a 32 year old wife and stay at home mom to four kids under the age of five, including a set of twins. My life is crazy, which is probably why I drink entirely too much wine. Oh who am I kidding, I had a love affair with wine long before the kids came along. I was born and raised in Savannah Georgia, but we recently moved to Chicago. Let me tell you, this southern girl was not ready for the cold weather up here!

I’m an avid reader, but I haven’t always been that way. A few years ago my sister loaned me her Nook Color, and it changed my life forever. In the span of about two years, I read over 500 books. My newfound love of reading led me to start a book blog with two of my best friends. (Insert shameless plug here: WhiteZinBookends.com). Through WZ Bookends, I've had the opportunity to meet some of the most amazing authors, bloggers, and readers out there. Now that I have taken the leap into writing my own book, they’ve all shown me endless amounts of encouragement and support.

While driving home from Walmart one day in late October, a story embedded itself in my head and would not let go. It spiraled out of control until I finally opened my laptop and started writing. This journey has been a wild ride filled with tears, hand cramps, and tons of laughs. I love company, so follow me at one of the social links below and join me aboard this crazy train!
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Monday, January 27, 2014

Countermeasures Series by Chris Almeida and Cecilia Aubrey Promo Tour

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RBTB Promotions is hosting a promo tour and during this tour that will be character interviews, author interviews, 20 fun facts, plus much more. There is also a WORD scavenger hunt. I am the first stop.

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Countermeasures tour stops
Jan 27
I Heart Books
Beanie brain reader
Jan 28
Spreading the word
Zita’s dream reads
Wicked readings by tawania
Foxylutely book reviews
Jan 29
Elodie parkes erotic romance
The ruthin trilogy romance boom blog
Jan 30
Becca anne’s book reviews
Stories and swag
Jan 31
Yatr
Twinsie talk book blog



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Finding Me (Bad Boy Series #2) by S.K. Hartley Release Blitz

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The lines are blurred between what is real and what isn't, the darkness that was once a place I feared was now a place of safety. If I stayed in the darkness, the hellish reality of what was truly happening no longer seemed real.


But I was about to be pulled out from under the consuming blanket of dark shadows, and plunged into the murky depths of my past. I was about to be shown my demons and all it's evil sides, all of it's pain and grief. I could only hope I survive it.


What happens when the world you once knew crumbles and falls at your feet?
Who will find me? Who will save me from my demons?


My dark prince or my white knight...


And will I find myself in the process.


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And I'm dying. I'm fucking dying, She has been put into a position where she is having to beg. Time and time again she is forced to beg, just so she can damn well live. All she wants, all she craves is just to be normal. She just wants her past to be just that, the past. Hearing her voice awakens everything inside me, but hearing her panic and pain awakens every protective fiber in my body.

"Logan! Logan, answer me."

Tate's panicked voice pulls me out of my mindless pissing contest. But my muscles are throbbing with familiar adrenaline. I need to get to her.

"What?!" I spit.

My own desperation is taking over. I can't hear anything but my own heartbeat which has now lodged itself in my throat.

"Logan, what the hell is going on?!" Tate yells.

His faced is laced with concern as he moves out from the seat of the truck. I don't think I can speak, I open my mouth but nothing comes out. I am completely speechless. I don't know what to do. So, I thrust the phone into Tate's hands, watching as he puts it to his ear and listens. Seconds pass as I watch Tate's face morph from concern to sheer panic, matching my own.

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S.K. Hartley is a mother, wife and a writer. Based in the not so sunny North West of England you can find her either glued to her computer desk, in the public library (Yes, they do still exist!) or floating around her favourite authors books signings.


S.K. Hartley has an unhealthy obsession with coffee, chocolate and retro computer games and a healthy obsession of stalking indie authors.


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Tess has just discovered sex. And now, she’s about to discover sex as a weapon.


The Seattle barista and art student is happy with her beautiful Brit boyfriend, Ben — especially in the bedroom. But while Ben’s her first, she’s hardly his. And Ben’s sexual history seems to be popping up in Tess’s face like something out of a zombie movie, and it has her questioning his commitment — and questioning whether his appealing alpha maleness is just a cover for a controlling personality.


Maybe one that’s meant to keep her from asking too many questions.


Is Ben the problem, or is everybody from his past the problem?


Tess is asking the questions, and pushing hard for answers.


Is Nicole, the ex-fiancĂ© who cheated on Ben, trying to worm her way back into his life? Was there something between Ben and Tess’s best friend, Erin? Or what’s going on with Ben’s adored teenage sister, Caroline, and Ben’s best friend Dan? And how did Ben get Tess a job interview with Mr. Andrews, his sophisticated but slimy boss at the music magazine?


As Tess comes to learn, relationships — especially sexual ones — are as much about power as love. With each new discovery, she finds herself in a struggle to hold her head together as much as her heart.


And to find where her own power lies.


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Hi! I am Danielle live in Western New York with my husband and two sons. I never knew I had a dream to become a writer until I started becoming obsessed with reading in the last two years. The obsession began with Twilight and then matured to Fifty Shades. While used to reading mainstream best sellers, found a new love for indie authors. I love to do paintings related to the books I read and eventually turning into Pushy Girl Paintings and now do work for other indie writers and readers. My first book idea started from a dream I had one night and became obsessed with the story and started writing. Now having arguments with the people in my head and loving every moment of it, even when they take control of the story.


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