Saturday, 28 September 2013

Cover Reveal - Full Throttle by Chelsea Camaron

Gotta say, I really like these refurb'ed covers. Nom.

Book 2.5 of the Daddy’s Girls Series
Released June 21, 2013
Rereleased with new cover and fully formatted September 26, 2013
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     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?
Chapter 10
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.

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 ‘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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