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.
I have been fortunate enough to have been talking with her a lot recently, and she is one of the sweetest people I have had the pleasure of talking to. She has one hell of a sense of humor, and is always making me smile with her upbeat personality, and witty (sometimes raunchy) remarks. She seems like she is the type of friend everyone should have in their lives. She began writing with her Daddy's Girls series (which I LOVED!!!), and is now continuing on with her new upcoming series The Hellions Ride, which has many of us extremely excited!
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Daddy's Girls Series
Crash and Burn (#.5)
Crash.....a crash ended it all and started it all. Dina Fowler is attending college with her long time best friend Maggie Lawson. Life is good and carefree. Until the crash that changed it all. Her freshman year ends with the loss of her parents in a car accident, spiraling Dina into a deep depression. Secluding herself as she picks up the pieces to her life, slowly she finds the only person she has left is Maggie.
Chance encounters sometimes make the most incredible moments, other times they crash and burn. A chance encounter brings Michael barreling into a lost and vulnerable Dina's life. Playing on every weakness she has, he weasels his way into her heart. Slow build up to the hell that was soon to become Dina's daily nightmare. Her parents are gone. She wants out but has no idea how to escape her new reality.
Can she find her way out? Or will she be lost completely burning in her own personal hell?
Hell. Hell is the place you are supposed to fear. Live your life in the right way so you don’t burn in hell. What happens when your hell is lived daily on Earth?
I’m in hell. I’m worthless, I’m broken, and I don’t even know the woman staring back at me in the mirror. Things have only gotten worse with Michael. Other than going to class, I can’t go anywhere; he’s my priority. Therefore, I should be home waiting on him and doing what he needs me to do. How did I get here? How do I escape? Maggie and I had the worst fight last night about Michael.
“Wake the fuck up D. This isn’t love. This is control, manipulation, and power. Love is patient, love is kind….you know, all that! Where is that with Michael? What you have with Michael is fear, Dina.” Maggie states.
“He loves me in a way you can’t understand. No one can.” I reply, thinking, I don’t even understand it anymore.
“You’re right, Dina. I don’t understand, I can’t understand. You don’t hurt people you love.”Her words are on continual repeat in my head. Battered. Broken. Discouraged. Lost. Alone. I will not be defeated. Somehow, I will come out of this. I will not crash and burn.
Restore My Heart (#1)
Bad Boy, Ryder Davenport comes into Dina Fowlers life in the middle of her own personal hell. Still coming to terms with the death of her parents, she pushes everyone away. When she trusts the wrong man, putting her in a bad relationship she felt she couldn’t escape, Ryder comes along. Enjoying his playboy ways, fast cars, motorcycles and a new woman in his bed nightly, Ryder had no thoughts of settling down. That is, until he sees the damage a man can do when he meets a very broken Dina. He changes in hopes of one day being enough for her.
But, can she ever feel safe with a man again? Ryder has restored hundreds of classic cars can he restore Dina’s heart?
What is this girls name again? Ah hell, she wants to feel special and I can’t even manage to remember her name. Lauren, Lori, Laura, something like that, I think. Brayden will find this entertaining once we arrive at the restaurant. I text him to see if we can stop by for introductions, he said sure thin. I am off to let some chick meet my roommate and best friend. The things I do to get a new piece of ass.
Girls are raised with a misconception of prince charming coming to take away all of their problems. Thing is, prince charming doesn’t exist in real life, that is why they are in fairy tales. Like Cinderella’s step sisters trying to make the shoe fit, women can’t form men into a certain fit, the way they want. When it’s right, the slipper will slide right on. Always remember it’s made of glass so it must be handled with care. That is the reality of love right there, when its right you still have to be gentle and take care of it in all of its fragile states.
Add to that the balance of Daddy/daughter relationships and men don’t stand a chance. You will either find the Daddy’s girl who’s first love is her Dad. These girls are confident. They are in no rush to accept anything less than real emotion, real love because their Dad gave them that security. The flip side to that are the ones with Daddy issues. The woman whose dead beat Dad walked away without teaching them real love; only abandonment. These girls are usually easy and are just looking for a connection in any way they can feel it. Even if it’s just a fleeting moment, a rush, they want to feel love. After a few heartbreaks, they become real man haters.
Either way, from childhood, most little girl’s dream of the day they find their forever in a man. This makes it easy for them to fall for the many lines a hormone driven dude, such as myself, will give them. They strive so much for that connection, that security, they will believe just about anything you say. What they know to be a lie, they convince themselves that they can change in you. Overcome the bad boy, change the player into a one woman man, surely they can love you enough to change you. Love conquers all, after all, that’s what they are told from the time they are hosting pretend tea parties.
I am young still, not ready to be tied down or deal with the delicate nature of love and a serious relationship. I do believe in love, commitment, and forever. I just know that now is not the time in my life for such seriousness. Until that day comes I want to taste the variety of women that exist in my world.
I have spent a week texting this chick, making her feel special. It’s not enough though and she says she wants to meet my friends. Really feel like she knows me. I love a challenge so fine you can meet my friends.
We walk into the restaurant where Brayden is having dinner with Maggie, his girlfriend, and Dina her roommate. As soon as we enter I feel a charge in the room. I see her sitting with them and I am immediately consumed. She is a magnet drawing me over to her. Never have I felt an instant pull to someone, like this.
Dina is a downhome, gorgeous girl. Her makeup is subtle, with natural looking hair, perhaps just some highlights she just carries a casual comfortable look. To be honest, I would find her sexy in a paper bag. She has on a black shirt that dips down just enough to hint at her cleavage. She has curves, gorgeous curves in all the right places. She is by no means a big girl, she is skinny, but with boobs and ass that are definitely enough for a man to enjoy. Her flat stomach is calling out for me to run my hand up it to cup her very full breasts or down to her hips to slide around and scoop her luscious ass. When she looks at me, I feel like she is looking directly into my soul. The world seems to stop around us as I am pulled into Dina and everything that is her.
After we get beyond the hello’s some prick is manhandling my Dina out of her seat. Whoa! My Dina, where did that come from? I don’t know why, but my adrenaline and instinct are now in overdrive. I am burning with fire coursing through my veins.
Before any of us could react, they were gone. Maggie is crying as Brayden is trying to quickly settle their check. The blonde with me is grabbing at my arm. I shake her off, leaving her there as I climb in Braydens car behind Maggie.
When we arrive at the apartment, Brayden escorts Maggie inside. I stay out front searching for the prick so I can shove him around a bit. Adrenaline, anger, disgust, rage, and an emotion I can’t manage to describe, all well up inside me.
Brayden comes out almost immediately. The look on his face is horror and pure hatred. My boy is a firecracker with a lit fuse about to blow. The look on his face, his demeanor, it all sends me into overdrive.Through gritted teeth, Brayden says, “His name is Michael and he’s roughed her up in the face. Maggie swears this is the first time. I don’t give a shit. He needs to be taught a lesson.”
Brayden and Maggie have been dating for four years. Maggie is ready and expecting an engagement ring. Brayden has a past full of weaknesses and mistakes he can’t seem to shake. As he slowly loses everything, he also loses Maggie.As his world unravels, can he find the strength to shake his inner demons? Does he have it in him to face the ghosts of his past? Can Maggie overcome his deceptions? Will they find a way to love and trust again? Can their love and relationship be salvaged?
Prologue (adult content)
Prologue (adult content)
We arrive in Miami, check into our hotel, and immediately decide to check out the Miami night life.
Wearing a barely there silver, backless, halter dress and heels I was ready to dance the night away. At five foot seven inches with my heels, my legs are going on for miles tonight. I put my hair in a loose up do, frame my eyes with a smoky shadow, and add a clear lip gloss to finalize my look.
Brayden is dressed in his typical baggy jeans and t-shirt. He is six foot tall, more of a lanky build with a slight beer belly forming, which is especially noticeable when he stands next to a very toned and muscular Ryder. His dirty blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, which hold such depth they make me melt every time he looks at me. We both love to go out. We met four years ago at a bar in Charlotte while we were both celebrating another finished semester of college.
We arrive at Cameo nightclub in downtown Miami and immediately hit the dance floor. There is something about the atmosphere of a club that just takes over my senses. The bodies pressed together, each finding their own rhythm as the vibrations from the bass reverberates through the crowd.
Having Brayden up against my back side running his hands all over my body as we move to the music is enough to bring my nipples to attention rubbing against the thin scrap of fabric, otherwise known as my dress. His hands roam, as we dance, moving the back of my barely there dress over the hills of my ass, leaving me exposed. My bare backside now grinding against the erection of his jeans is delightful friction. He then places one hand upon my breast and begins to tease it, while he plunges two fingers, from the other, into my hot core. I am so turned on I don’t care who sees me. When I am almost ready to explode, he stops.Grabbing me, he leads me to a back hallway, where he quickly pushes me up against the wall, freeing himself and pounding into me. Raw, needing passion, transfers between us as I have an earth shattering orgasm. Brayden follows right behind me. As we straighten ourselves, he smiles and whispers, “I love that you never wear panties, baby.”
Full Throttle (#2.5)
High school sweethearts manage to make it through college into the working world still together and going strong. From the start of their relationship Jake has made very clear his apprehension to marriage. Kenna understood going into this nine years ago that with Jake there would never be a ring or white dress.
Now seeing their friends so eager to make such a serious commitment in their own relationships a crack begins to form in Jake and Kenna’s once solid foundation.Will Kenna ever open up and share her dreams with Jake? Can Jake overcome his childhood issues? Is Kenna willing to accept things just as they are forever? Will her desire for a more serious commitment make her change her feelings for her one love? Is Jake enough alone or does Kenna demand more than he can give? Can they move forward full throttle into their future together?
Graceful under normal circumstances is not a word to describe me, drunk me is a hot mess. The room spins around me as recognition of my words to Jake consume me. I didn’t mean to let that slip. Calm, cool, collected Kenna was who I was supposed to stick to, not blubbering heart- broken mess Kenna Jean. I haven’t called him Jakey since high school. What the hell?!
Before I make it to our bed, Jake is pulling me into him. The kiss consumes me. I’m all slobber and tongue, I’m drunk, and I don’t care. I want this man. I need this man, his love, his heart, his comfort, his connection. He is my all. There is nothing seductive or sexy in the way I begin pawing at Jakes clothes. They are preventing me of being skin on skin with him. He pulls away, leaving my mouth hanging open, as I’m still trying to kiss him.
“Kenna, I don’t love you enough, huh?”
Then he’s on me again, now with his shirt off and mine too somehow. He’s got me, now completely naked, against the wall before I can think. He lifts me wrapping my legs around him as he slams into me. Oh my goodness, mother of everything good in this world, this is hard, fast, good. Take me; let me die right here, because I am a happy freaking woman. The pace is relentless and my head is spinning from my buzz and the euphoria of my building orgasm. My entire body is liquid; I am at Jakes mercy. He drops his head licking, sucking, and nipping at that sweet spot in the curve of my neck sending me over the edge.
“Not done yet, angel. Drunk or not, you will know just how much I love you.” He growls against my neck, in that oh so sweet spot, driving me wild from the vibrations of his voice.
With that I am placed on our bed. If someone asked me my name right now, my answer would be ‘ooooohhhhhhh’. He is everywhere, all over me. He enters my core again sending more aftershocks through my body. He continues to slam into me at an insistent pace, I don’t know how he hasn’t gone over the edge, but I am certainly not complaining. When he begins caressing and kissing my breasts, I am lost in sensation. There is a gentle tug at my nipple before he comes down with his mouth sucking hard. Through the pain I am sent over the waterfall again. Damn, multiple orgasms are the shit. I was a pool of liquid before, now I am floating in an ocean of emotion.
Jake seems focused, determined, like this is a mission. I can read the self- control on his beautiful face. He is trying to make his point to my body. The only thought I manage to form is, for so few words, he sure has communicated quite well with me. He slows, now every touch is deliberate and delicate as I am trembling uncontrollably. He nuzzles my neck and shoulder as I finally feel his warm seed spread through me.
“I love you, Angel. Don’t ever think you are not enough or my love isn’t enough. All I am is for you, all I have is yours.” He whispers.I am unable to speak or stop the tears from rolling down my face. I just nod my head against him in agreement. He kisses my tears away as he pulls out of me. Turning us both on our sides, he holds me into him, my back to his front as I literally pass out.
Beyond Repair (#3)
Harrison and Tiffany have a long history of hooking up. Harrison decides he wants more. Tiffany, a spoiled Southern Belle is embarrassed by a working class Harrison. After over two years apart Tiffany is missing his touch. She heads to Charlotte to claim her man.
Harrison is finally settled in Charlotte. He has a job he loves, his sister close by, great friends, and an awesome agreement going with Sophia.
Can Sophia ever want more from Harrison than just sex? Has Harrison fallen in love or just lust with Sophia?After all this time and hurt feelings, is he really meant to be with Tiffany? Can Harrison manage to let his guard down and find his way back to Tiffany? Will Tiffany be satisfied with a regular working class mechanic? Or is their relationship in the past and beyond repair?
Quickly realizing, this is not the time or the place for this encounter I respond.
“Tiffany now is not a good time.”
At the mere mention of her name, Sophia pulls away from me. Tiffany looks distraught, eyes puffy, her blonde hair pulled into a messy bun on top of her head. She’s in yoga pants and a tank top. Clearly she didn’t know she was coming to a wedding. My sister hasn’t gotten into the limo yet. Seconds tick by feeling like hours. Why is Tiffany here now?
Tiffany looks over to Maggie, the occasion dawning on her face. “I’m so very sorry to intrude. I just need a moment to speak with Harrison. I didn’t realize what was going on when I was told I could find him here. Congratulations Maggie, you look stunning. Again, I’m sorry. I’ll be leaving now.”
Turning to face me, tears now evident in her eyes, she says, “Harrison, please call me tomorrow. It’s important. I’m leaving to go return to South Carolina late afternoon.”
Anger builds in me at the loss of Sophia at my side. How dare Tiffany come back now! Without thinking, I snap.
“Now is not the time, Tiffany. To be quite honest, never would be too soon. I have nothing to say to you.”
Without a word or reaction, Tiffany turns and leaves. The tension in the air quickly leaves as Brayden kisses my sister passionately. Reminding us all of the occasion for which we are here.The newlyweds get in their limo driving away to the clanging of cans hanging off the car and the cheers of family and friends. Knowing some damage has already been done, I go in search of Sophia. Things aren’t defined between us; this isn’t jealousy, I don’t think. She knows how much Tiffany messed me up before.
Keeping everyone at a distance for the last fourteen years has been easier said than done. Sophia has succeeded. Giving up the closest thing to a genuine relationship she ever had to remain focused on what she was forced to give up. Four more years to go before she can meet her son, she tells herself. Going through the motions day in and day out, doing whatever necessary to get by.An unexpected surprise arrives at Sophia's door step, giving her the very thing she desires most. Forgiveness isn't easily given. Love doesn't always overcome the bitter pain of years lost. The bitterness in Sophia's heart can't be pushed aside all because her first love arrives with her one love - her son.
Sophia's life has been stalled for years anticipating holding her son once again. When that day arrives, can she forgive her first love for his betrayal? Can she forgive the years wasted and time lost? Does Sophia finally get her life in gear and move forward to her happily ever after?
Interview with Chelsea
Hi Chelsea! Thanks so much for taking the time to do this interview with me. I am a huge fan of your Daddy’s Girls series, and cannot wait to see what else you have in store for your readers. I was lucky enough to be able to read a couple of little snippets from your upcoming series, and it sounds like it is going to be AMAZING!
When you were a little girl, what did you dream of being when you grew up? Did you always aspire to be a writer?
Let’s see I wanted to be a doctor, a lawyer, a teacher, a writer, and even an astronaut at one point. Truly, my heart has always loved writing anything. When I was a kid, I loved the Lisa Frank stationary kits. I would write because I would love the feel and look of paper that was written on. As I grew older, I loved being able to go back in my journals and remember things.
How long did it take you to write your first book? Was it Restore My Heart, or have you written other stories which you did not publish?
Restore My Heart was the first book I finished. I have quite a few unfinished stories. Each of the Daddy’s Girls series books took me about two months to write.
What was your inspiration for writing the Daddy’s Girls series?
Real life situations inspired each of the books. Being able to take obstacles that we all may face or may know someone who would face and give them a journey to resolution and love.
If Restore My Heart was made into a movie, who would be your ideal cast?
Ohhhh, that’s a good one. For Ryder, I would want Zach Ness (Arlen Ness grandson), Kellie Pickler for Dina (she’s a Carolina girl, too), Korey Cooper (from the band Skillet)
Who or what is your main influence(s) in your writing?
Everyone and everything around me. I like to keep my work real to life as much as possible.
What author’s writing do you particularly admire most, and why?
Madeline Sheehan, she’s not afraid to put it out there. The wild, the raw, and the real can all be found in her books. She doesn’t pretty it up, her stories are, what came to her imagination.
What is the one book you could read over and over again without ever growing tired of it?
Anything by Kristen Ashley, but my number one is Motorcycle Man
If you get “writers block”, what do you do to help yourself break free from it?
I have a couple of close friends that are not writers that I will bounce ideas off of and see which gets them most excited. If I’m really stuck, I will ask them what they would want to see next from that particular storyline.
What has been the most difficult part about becoming an author?
There is so much to learn and so much that you have to balance. I’m a wife and mom first, so my family and house come before everything else. Getting your books noticed and sold is a challenge, and learning to face the bad reviews has been the most difficult thing to adjust to.
When reading a romance novel (or erotica), do you prefer a HOT, sexy bad boy… or a sweet & romantic good guy?
I want the bad boy, all day, every day. Sweet doesn’t do it for me. And he has to have tattoos.
If you could give just ONE piece of advice for aspiring authors, what would it be?
Be fearless. Ryder has a tattoo in Restore My Heart that I love….Nothing to fear, but fear itself. Conquer it all.
Be fearless, go for it, and don’t look back
I know you have been working very hard on your next series, The Hellions Ride. Can you tell us a little about it, and what we can expect from these upcoming books? How did you come up with the idea for them?The Hellions Ride series will consist of four full length novels, all releasing throughout 2014. One Ride, the first book of the series will release in January. Followed by Forever Ride, Innocent Ride, and Heated Ride.
A peek at what's to come:
One Ride (Hellions Ride #1)
Coning January 2014!!!!!
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?
A Peek into Doll from One Ride:
Together we make our way inside the clubhouse. I nod and wave at my extended family. Taking in the many unfamiliar faces, I smile knowing I’m safe even with these “strangers” around. It’s an unspoken code. Women are protected and cherished in the Hellions. I’m no one’s target for trouble here, and not because this is our territory, but because I’m a lady of the Hellions, for life, ride or die.
The affiliates seem to understand who I am, even without introduction. I’m not an ole lady. There is no cut on my back. I’m not claimed property. That doesn’t mean I’m available either. No, I’m not one to be found riding bitch on anyone’s bike. There is only one bike I’m permitted to place my derriere and those opportunities are few and far between.I’m not available to guys outside the club either, which suits me just fine. I was born into this life. My heart beats to the same steady tick of a Harley Davidson V-twin engine. I’m Delilah “Doll” Reklinger, princess to the Haywood’s Hellions MC, daughter of “Roundman” Hellion original and prez for the last thirty two years. I’m the kid sister that each of these badass bikers will kick your ass for simply looking at. I’m a daughter to each and every ole lady to nurture and love. This is my world, my home, and my happiness.