Copyright © Chelsea Camaron 2014
First E-book publication of complete series in a set April 2014
Published by: Whiskey Girls Publishing
Cover Design by: Jessie Lane
Editing by: Asli Fratarcangeli
Formatting by: IndieVention
All Rights Reserved: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction in whole or in part, without express written permission by Chelsea Camaron.
This is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only. All sexually active characters portrayed in this ebook are eighteen years of age or older. Please do not buy if strong sexual situations, violence, domestic abuse, and explicit language offends you.
Table of Contents
Crash and Burn (Prequel/Book One- Dina’s story)
Restore My Heart (Book Two- Ryder and Dina)
Salvaged (Book Three- Brayden and Maggie)
Full Throttle (Book Four- Jake and Kenna)
Beyond Repair (Book Five- Harrison and Tiffany)
Stalled (Book Six- Sophia)
One Ride - The Hellions Ride Series (Book 1) Excerpt
About the Author
Chasing Stars by L. Duarte Excerpt
Two Weeks With A Seal by Theresa Marguerite Hewitt Excerpt
Crash and Burn
Copyright © Chelsea Camaron 2013
First E-book publication September 2013
Published by: Whiskey Girls Publishing
Cover Design by: Jessie Lane
Editing by: Asli Fratarcangeli
Formatting by: IndieVention
All Rights Reserved: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction in whole or in part, without express written permission by Chelsea Camaron.
This is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only. All sexually active characters portrayed in this ebook are eighteen years of age or older. Please do not buy if strong sexual situations, violence, domestic abuse, and explicit language offends you.
Dear Reader,
Broken. Battered. Not defeated. This is not a pretty story, wrapped in a nice package. This is a real story. Parts of this story are my very own. Defeated by the hands and words of a man, I am no more. This is a story of how easily the warning signs are overlooked. An outsider can easily say, “How do women stay in abusive relationships?” They don’t understand, it starts in little ways, a slow build up, by the time you’re aware; it can be too late.
When I released the Love and Repair Series (originally published as the Daddy’s Girls Series), I wanted to write stories that focus on the ability of one to love, to be restored, to forgive, to start over, to change, and to last a life time. Restore My Heart was the first book to be released. Many readers asked for more back story on Dina and Ryder. Well, here is the back story. The rest of the series is written with both points of view. I did not write Crash and Burn with alternating points of view because I cannot grasp what would go through a man’s mind to hurt someone he claims to love. Therefore, this book is only written from Dina. The first scene is the only scene from Ryder’s point of view.
Thank you for the support and I hope you go through the emotional journey of this book and continue on with Dina into the full series.
Much Love and Appreciation,
Chelsea Camaron
Prologue
Ryder
Damn, what will tonight bring? Brayden and I are heading out to a party. Typically, we start at a party, but end up with it following us to become one at our place. Running my fingers through my hair, to spike it, I smile at my reflection in the mirror. Yes, I am a panty melting bastard with one simple smile.
“Brayden, you ready?” I ask, walking into our living room.
“Yeah, man. Suzanne from last weekend is going to meet me there. Heads up, she’s coming home with me tonight,” he says, with an all knowing smirk.
“Why do you give them seconds? Suzanne is cute and all, but fresh pussy man. While we’re young and free, sample the flavors of life.” I reply, returning his smirk.
“I have plenty of samples, you man whore, but I’m happy to indulge for seconds, or thirds, if the ass is good. And Suzanne, her ass is good. There’s this innocent appeal to her, but she’s a hellcat in bed.” Brayden says with a wink.
“Hellcat is good, but are you ready to give her more? Round two can lead to expectations, man. Think on it before you get tied down.” I add as we walk out the door.
Arriving at the party, I immediately scope the place for my piece of ass for tonight. I see eight women I’ve recently hooked up with, two of which, have already approached me. My reputation is that of a one night stand. Why they bother coming over is beyond me. Damn, I make it clear in the morning; don’t call me because I won’t be calling you.
Nothing personal, but I have my entire life ahead of me. One day, I’ll find someone and settle down. For now, I want to enjoy myself, sow my wild oats without planting my seed; safe sex always.
Brayden is already in a corner with Suzanne, hand up her shirt, while he is swallowing her face. They won’t make it back to our place. He’ll tap that ass in the bathroom in less than thirty minutes. She does have that sweet, innocent look to her when she comes up for air. Poor girl, Brayden will corrupt her and break her heart. Oh well, she’s a consenting adult. These women and their misconceptions of changing a man make me laugh.
“Hey Ryder,” a chick purrs up against me. How she knows my name is beyond me, but she’s cute. Shoulder length dark hair, tan skin, skinny, her boobs are a little small, but I can work with them. She’s in a green corset looking top, skinny jeans, and fuck me heels. She’ll do for tonight. I’ll take her home and fuck her senseless with nothing on but those shoes.
“Hey sexy," I croon. I should ask her name that would be the nice thing to do. Honestly, her name makes no difference to me. My name will be the one coming out of her plump lips in less than an hour and that’s what matters.
I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her to me. Allowing my hand to tickle its way up her back, she’s already pushing up against me further. Putty in my fucking hands. I reach under her hair and gently squeeze the back of her neck. Leaning down, breathing against her ear, I whisper to her.
“Beautiful, how ‘bout I take you upstairs and start this party right for you?” I say close enough for her to sense my lips on her skin without actually touching them to her. Tilting my head just enough I brush my lips against that spot behind her ear. Inhaling, I take in the vanilla scent of her shampoo.
Women, the softer sex, the most beautiful creatures ever created. From the stick skinny to the plush curves; the blondes, brunettes, red heads, and even the bottled hair of many shades, they’re all a work of art. A woman’s body is a sculpture, a masterpiece that I want to freely roam my hands over every delectable inch. Women smell better, they look better, they walk better, and the sounds they make are pure seduction, even when they don’t know it. I’m an equal opportunity fucker. I want to experience them all.
Led by the hand, I follow my companion up the stairs to a f
ree bedroom. Shutting and locking the door behind us, I pull her into me and kiss her. I lace my hands together behind her head, allowing my finger tips to massage her scalp as my tongue begins to caress the inside of her mouth. She rocks her hips into me. She wants this, they usually do. She’s tugging at my shirt. I break away to remove it. Her hands now teasing my torso, trepidation suddenly radiating off of her, I pause looking down at her. Watching her face as she bites her bottom lip, I smile at her. Waiting for a sign of her intentions, I move my hands from her head down to her hips. As I lean in to kiss her again, she’s now moved to my belt buckle. Kissing her, I work the clasps on the back of her corset. Freeing her breasts, I drop my head and lick a circle around her nipple and, ever so gently, blow. She shudders. Yep, putty in my hands. I laugh as I move her to the bed.
Laying her down, I remove those sexy as sin shoes, as she is unbuttoning her pants. She slides them off with her panties. Bare before me, I drink her in. I slide the heels back on her feet and kiss my way up her legs. At her core, I use my hands to cup her ass, as she spreads her legs wide for me. Yes, she wants me. Scooping her up, I push her pussy to my face. I lick her folds; her taste is sweet as her body shudders at that first touch. So responsive, she is. I lick and suck her clit before moving one of my hands up to insert a finger. She’s rocking against me, seeking her release. I can feel it building as her inner muscles grip my finger. I moan against her, the vibrations sending her over the edge. I slow my pace, allowing her to recover as she’s whispering my name.
I pull away to remove my pants and put on a condom. Laying over her, I kiss her neck. I tease her entrance with the head of my rock hard penis. I enter her slowly. She gasps so I still. She’s tight even for having an orgasm less than five minutes ago. She moves taking me in deeper, letting me know she’s ready. Moving in and out, I maintain a steady rhythm. She’s on the verge again. I feel the tightening around my dick and the hitch in her breath. I quicken the pace, working towards my own climax.
I vaguely hear her say, “Ryder, say my name.”
I pump faster to reach my release. At the same moment, I suck on her nipple to send her over with me. As we lay there, catching our breath, I hear her again.
“Say my name, Ryder.”
I pull out of her and answer. “I don’t know your name and I don’t need to know your name.”
Immediately, she jumps up and gets dressed. I can see the tears on her face. Rather than deal with the drama, I go to the adjoining bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean up. If she wanted me to know her name, than that should have been clarified before I put my dick in her pussy. If she didn’t care to make sure I knew, I’m not going to care to ask.
I know I’m an asshole, but I’m young and free. One day, a woman will come along and tame me. One day, a woman will come crashing into my life and change every thought I have about women. Until then, I’m going to enjoy every second and every curve.
Chapter One
Dina
Left Behind
Whew, it’s over, the semester from hell now behind me. My grades aren’t what they should be, but I passed. Do grades really matter anymore? No one is left to care.
My parents are gone. The car accident that killed them happened seven months ago. My professors, taking pity on me, allowed me to take my exams late and from home. My grades were enough to get me by during the blur of events. Getting by… it’s all I’ve managed to do in everything.
After the joint memorial service, my summer was spent selling the business, meeting after meeting with my attorney, and adjusting to life alone; all while trying desperately to cling to what once was. I wanted time to stop. No, that’s a lie, I wanted time to rewind. I wanted to stop my parents from going to that last car show. Another trophy was won, all while two lives were lost. It wasn’t their fault the truck driver was drunk and got behind the wheel of his vehicle. They were doing what they loved. Now, I’m left behind, alone. If they would’ve skipped this one, they would still be with me.
For days…weeks really, I called my mom’s phone just to hear her voicemail message. I slept in my dad’s t-shirts for the longest time. At first they kept the nightmares at bay, but not anymore. Day by day, the pain from my loss becomes greater. There is no light coming through the window; darkness engulfs me. The loss is too deep to see any way out. I don’t need the pain to go away; I need my parents.
Yes, I’m an adult by legal standards, but, at nineteen, I still need guidance. I’m a sophomore in college. I spent last year with not a care in the world. This year, I have no direction and no one to help me tunnel through the challenges of adulthood. I share an apartment with my best friend, Maggie. She’s a constant reminder of what I’ve lost, even though she doesn’t mean to be.
Maggie has been my best friend since we met in high school. Our parents became friends and now they are the closest thing to family I have left. My grandparents died when I was younger, and my aunts and uncles were never close with my parents. Maggie and the entire Lawson family have been amazing in helping me navigate the many facets of estate inheritance. I don’t know what I would do without them. They are a painful reminder of my own parents, but there is no way I could’ve done any of this without their support. I wouldn’t have returned to Charlotte and gone back to school if it wasn’t for their encouragement. I have enough money for my lifetime. If I budget and don’t frivolously spend, I don’t need to work or have an education. The settlement from the drunk drivers company took care of that. Alas, the Lawson’s begged me to follow through with my goals, as if my parents were still here. They are watching over me from heaven, so they say, and would want to see me succeed.
Well, mom and dad, I survived my first full semester without you. I’m drowning in my despair, and there is no desire within me to reach for a life preserver.
Chapter Two
Life Goes On
Of course, every college student here is celebrating the end of another semester; Maggie included. She recently started dating someone, but they aren’t exclusive. He seems nice enough from the little I’ve been around him and what she shares with me. I’m happy for her. It’s sad, but, really, I’m happy she’s out of my hair. Tonight, she’s staying at his place for a party. Here I am in our apartment, snuggled into the couch; silent reflection is on my evening agenda.
Maggie means well, but I have no desire to go out and have a good time. How can I have a good time? My parents can’t have a good time anymore. How can I find reasons to smile? There are no more smiles left for my mom and dad. How can I move on? They can’t move on. Unless you have faced a loss like mine, you can’t tell me how to pick up the pieces of my life. How is someone supposed to pick up the pieces in their life, when the two people who created that life are gone? There are no pieces of my life without my parents. They made me. They loved me. They raised me. They are me. How do I go on without that?
My phone rings bringing me out of my reverie. Looking at the caller ID, I shrug. Get your shit together Dina. If you don’t answer in the right tone, Harrison will see right through you.
“Hello.” I answer, with a strong but failed attempt at chipper.
“Hey, Dina, how’s it going baby girl?”
“Good, Harrison. Today was the last day of finals. How are you?” I reply trying not to sound so desolate.
“Things have been busy. Sorry I haven’t called much this week. They have us on the work up for the next deployment.”
“It’s okay. Maggie and I know you’re getting ready to leave. We’ve both been studying, so not much time to think about who has or hasn’t called.” I lie. There may not have been thoughts about who has or hasn’t called, but there has been plenty of time for me to drown in my sorrows. And I have noticed. Harrison may be Maggie’s big brother in blood, but he’s my big brother in heart. His calls are the only thing that snap me out of my absence in life.
“You okay, D? You sound worse tonight then you have in a while.”
“I’m getting by. Trying to
learn how to cope.” I answer in all honesty. I’d like to learn to function without the ever present sense of loneliness covering me.
“Seriously, Dina, you have to get out some. Life goes on, even when we don’t want it to. Being depressed is understandable, but hiding in your apartment isn’t going to bring your parents back. I love you, Dina, like my sister. The hand you’ve been dealt sucks, but it is what it is, baby girl. This isn’t what your parents would want for you.”
I sigh, the tears prickling behind my eyes. “I know, Harrison. You’re right. I don’t know how to go on though.”
“Baby steps, one day at a time. We’re all worried about you Dina. While I’m in the sandbox, you gotta be strong. I can’t be worried about you, I have to focus. I can’t call much, as you know, but email me every day Dina. Every single fucking day, I need to know you are getting by. I’ll respond as often as I can. I gotta go muster for formation. Love you and talk soon okay.”
With that, I give a quick goodbye and let his words sink in. Life goes on even when we don’t want it to.
Chapter Three
A New Year
Maggie and I went home to the coast, for the holidays. First, we went through the sendoff for Harrison. He’s an active duty Marine and currently deployed for the fourth time. I hope what people say is true. If my parents are watching over me, they know I can’t lose Harrison too. They will keep him safe if they can.
Christmas without my parents sucks. Maggie wants to be back in Charlotte to ring in the New Year with Adam, her current boy toy; so we came back to Charlotte. I don’t care where we are, the holidays will never be the same for me again. Maggie walks in the living room, distracting me from my holiday thoughts.
“You’re sure you don’t want to come? Callen offered to let you sleep in his bed; you could drink without worrying over a ride home.”
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