Cover Reveal: FULL THROTTLE by Chelsea Camaron

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I wake up to an empty space beside me.  Jake never came back to bed last night.  We always sleep together, even with his nightmares, or when we are fighting.  After all the time spent apart with the deployments, we treasure the little things more, like being wrapped up in one another.  What is going on with him that he didn’t want to sleep beside me?

          I shower and dress for my day, trying to tame my irritation.  I descend our stairs, reaching the bottom; I stop and stare.  Jake is asleep sitting up on the couch, empty beer bottle still in his hand.  This gorgeous man is snoozing away in his boxer briefs.  Watching him breathe in such a relaxed state, I take in the man before me.

          Jake is built lean like a swimmer.  When standing, he is five feet ten inches tall.  He has a trim build with broad shoulders.  He is not overly muscular but he is toned everywhere, especially in the definition of his chest and abs.  He has dusty brown hair with deep green eyes.  For me, he is a perfect fit, and the sexiest man I’ve seen.

          As I take in the steady up down rhythm of his chest, I am drawn to the angel tattoo.  She is moving with him with his every breath, as he inhales and exhales.  This movement pushes the words around her, causing them to practically scream out to me.  I get teary eyed remembering that specific ink experience.

          It was right before his first deployment to Iraq.  He said I have always been his angel, saving him from himself since the day we met.  The angel on his chest was designed to resemble me in her facial features.  The script seems to dance around her.

‘Watch over me, carry me, bring me always safely through to my loves waiting arms’

          Mentally, I have got to shape up.  Jake does not need me as a distraction with all that is on his plate at the garage.  Dwelling on the marriage that will never occur isn’t going to help either of us.  I am Jake’s love, as he is mine.  I wait when necessary for the next opportunity to hold him close, and always carry him in my heart.

          I see Dina with Ryder, knowing their day is coming soon.  The desire for that level of commitment is evident in the way they look at each other.  Maggie has made it more than clear to Brayden (and everyone else) that she expects a proposal sooner rather than later.  Both of these couples are so in love and on the path to wedded bliss.

          Jake and I are still head over heels in love with each other.  Despite all the years together, I continue to get butterflies when I see him.  The honeymoon phase has never ended for us.

          Seeing our friends so happy and in love is wonderful.  I truly am overjoyed for them.  This whole wedding thing, where Jake and I are concerned, shouldn’t bother me so much.  Yet, it does.  What am I to do about it now?

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Cover Reveal: RESTORE MY HEART by Chelsea Camaron + Mega Giveaway

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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 could not 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 high lights 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.”

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