Have a look at the sexy new cover for Chelsea's Restore My Heart. Mmmm. He's tasty.
Book 1 of the Daddy’s
Girls series
Released Feb 26, 2013
Rereleased with the edited
version June 15, 2013
Rereleased with new cover and
fully formatted September 25, 2013
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Blurb
But, can she ever feel safe with a man again? Ryder has restored hundreds of
classic cars can he restore Dina’s heart?
Excerpt #1 Chapter 2
Ryder
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.”
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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