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One Ride
Book One
of the Hellions Ride Series
By Chelsea
Camaron
Blurb:
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?
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© 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.
My Review: 5 stars
This was one great book! From the first page it had me. I loved that there were alternating perspectives on what was happening. Because this was one long ride. But it was an interesting, thrilling, scary, funny, sexy ride. Chelsea did a fantastic job with this book. I sincerely cannot wait for more from the Hellions. The storyline was intense, all too real at times, infuriating, and downright sexy as hell. Chelsea had the ability to bring likeability to characters that you were certain you'd hate, and make you want to take that ride. Well, at least I did. There's nothing like the freedom of the wind in your hair and the road in front of you. Excellent job Chelsea. Looking forward to the next installment in the series impatiently. It was really good, and I'm not patient. I guess I'll have to be though.
About the
Author:
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 ‘Love and Repair’ series and the ‘Hellions Ride’
motorcycle club 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.
Connections
Twitter @chelseacamaron
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