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review 2017-09-02 19:31
Book Review for Day of Reckoning by Chelsea Camaron
 
 
 
 
 
 
Title: Day of Reckoning
Series: Devil's Due MC #4
Author: Chelsea Camaron
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: August 24, 2017 
Cover Designer: Cover Me Darling
Reviewed by : Angels With Attitude Book Reviews
4 stars


 
Time served for a crime he didn't commit only provided many lessons learned. The domino effect of one person's crime going unpunished cuts deeply and leaves a mark that can never be covered.
 
He's no saint.
 
Jackson 'Rowdy' Presley did a dime, and he served his time silently. He could have brought down the real criminals, but instead he took the term and paid the price. Never have loyalty before the Devil's Due MC, he finally has the new beginning he desperately needs.
 
She's not afraid to call herself a sinner.
 
Peony Michele Forbes lives her life wherever the wind takes her. She walked away from her past to give herself a future with no restrictions. As much as she wants to forget who she it, others don't want to let her disappear so easily.
 
However, danger follows her everywhere she goes.
 
Will Jackson see beyond his jaded connection to Peony and find there is more to life than revenge? When backed to the wall, will Peony let herself trust Jackson to be the one to save her?
 
Love, hate, anger, and passion collide as the time comes, and the devil demands his due.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Another fun read in a continuing series.I have to say that I really love this series and there characters.
 
In this story two high school lovers married and became estranged after her husband was convicted of her brothers murder. Injustice served as well as vengeance.
 
I always pick a favorite character in a story and this time around believe it or not its not a main character but Trapper.
 
I have to say if it wasn't for Trapper and his boldness and antics this story would have been just an okay read but he added the spice to the book that it needed.
 
I love all the MC members and especially their women who where along for the ride this time around and involved with the extraction plan.I love that this is not your typical MC club the men worship and protect their women but, also involved them or at-least apprise them of there dealings.This MC is about righting the wrongs of their MC members .Its about redemption for the parties involved.They are nomads although they do have a home base.
 
I cute story about second chances.I loved Rowdy in the previous books so I was glad he was able to get is happily ever after.I will say that it was easy to connect with the characters as I found them like-able as well as love-able.  I love how the other brothers interacted with the story as well.
 
Although I enjoyed the story I felt that it was a bit rushed.Also with all the history and the pain and suffering that these two main characters went through I thought there should have been a little bit more tension between the characters to work out instead of automatic forgiveness.
 
Regardless of time love still stood the test of time.As always loved story and its characters and looking forward to the next in its series.
 
4 stars from us
 
 
 
 





 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
Chelsea Camaron is a small town Carolina girl with a big imagination. She is a wife and mom chasing her dreams. She writes contemporary romance, erotic suspense, and psychological thrillers. She loves to write blue-collar men who have real problems with a fictional twist. From mechanics to bikers to oil riggers to smokejumpers, bar owners, and beyond, she loves a strong hero who works hard and plays harder.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
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review 2017-06-09 17:52
Book Review for Close The Tab by Chelsea Camaron
 
 
 
 
 
 
Title: Close the Tab
Series: Devil's Due MC #3
Author: Chelsea Camaron
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: May 30, 2017
Cover: Cover Me Darling
Reviewed by: Angels With Attitude Book Reviews
 
Arc copy provided for honest review
 
 
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SYNOPSIS
 

The system created to serve and protect failed him. The domino effect of one person's crime going unpunished has no boundaries. He's no saint. Bladen 'Judge' Jones rides to escape the firm hand of his past. When home is a nightmare, the unknown suddenly isn't so frightening. Riding with his brothers, the Devil's Due MC, is more support than he has ever had in his lifetime. She's not afraid to call herself a sinner. Tamalyn Andrews is a master mixer, hiding out in a small town hick bar on the outskirts of a town for nobodies. Looking over her shoulder is something she can't stop herself from doing. Old habits die hard. However, danger bellies up to her bar. Will Bladen face his own past to uncover Tamalyn's secrets? When everything crashes around her, will Tamalyn open up to Bladen in time to save her life? Love, hate, anger, and passion collide as the time comes, and the devil demands his due.

 
Our thoughts

I have to start off by saying that we have really enjoyed this series so far and its characters.


Bladen and Tamalyn have shared a past.They grew up together and both of their fathers were horrible parents and crooked cops.They were separated to keep Tamalyn safe but now the time has come to make things right and stop the hiding and running and finally be together.


I love this kind of story when love stands the test of time.It amazed me that either one even survived childhood with the sick parents they both had.As children they spoke out of the wrong doings yet in this instance the law worked against the innocence as the police covered  the misdeeds for the crooked cops so they had no choice but run and hide.


What a heart wrenching story as Tamalyn has never had a moments peace constantly looking over her shoulder living in disguise had to be stressing and lonely never being able to make friends or allow anyone to get close.Your heart broke for her as she was such a sweet and innocent girl.She deserved happiness not pain and suffering.


I loved Tamalyn as she was sweet,kind,resourceful,cared about others.I loved how the tragedies of her past never got the best of her and did not truly changed the sweet and caring person she was already was. Bladen on the other hand was a force to be reckoned with.He is dangerous as well as handsome and is going to finally claim what is his.


This story kept you glued to the pages and the plot was more about just seeking revenge and freeing the innocent. Tamalyn has risked her own life by not sitting back and helping her bosses son who has gotten himself way over his head.The plot just got more intriguing and more dangerous.I love a story about second chances and couples who have to let go of the past and learn to trust and love again and this story was the perfect example of that.


Overall we loved the sense of humor and personalties that the other characters brought to the story it just made the story more engaging.I love when you can connect with the characters you read about and we were able to do that with these main characters.I love when that happens as you are rooting for their happiness through the entire story.I also love how the MC members continue to grace each and every book as they all have a similar past that makes them even more lovable.


One thing to point out about this story and the ones in this series is that that main characters already have a past together and are already connected so when these men decide to claim what they consider theirs they are men of action there is no wooing involved they just take whats theirs. This in my book makes these men even hotter yet!


Another keeper and a recommended read to all MC lovers and the series as well.


5 stars from us



 

 
 
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USA Today Bestselling author Chelsea Camaron is a small town Carolina girl with a big imagination. She is a wife and mom chasing her dreams. She writes contemporary romance, erotic suspense, and psychological thrillers. She loves to write blue-collar men who have real problems with a fictional twist. From mechanics to bikers to oil riggers to smokejumpers, bar owners, and beyond, she loves a strong hero who works hard and plays harder.



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Book Blitz for Shamed & Scorned by Chelsea Camaron and Ryan Michele
 
 

Title: Shamed & Scorned
Series: Ruthless Rebels #1-#2
Author: Chelsea Camaron & Ryan Michele
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: Available now on all platforms
 
 
 

Dixon James Cartwright – the cowboy on a steel horse. 
 
Trouble with a capital T. 
 
The rigid edge of his jawline to his no holds barred lifestyle DJ is the one person I should stay away from. 
 
Why then when everything crashes around me is he my only saving grace?
 
 
*Chelsea Camaron and Ryan Michele have teamed up to bring you an explosive new MC romance that will have you panting for more of the Ruthless Rebels. Hold on tight, it's going to be a wild ride full of action and suspense that these two authors are known for. Throw in two people who finally get their second chance, and things are about to get smoking hot.** 
 
 
**This book contains violence, adult language, and sexual situations and is not intended for readers under the age of 18. This book is a work of fiction and is not meant to be an exact depiction of life in a motorcycle club but rather to entertain.** 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Austin "Shamus" Fletcher – the untamable beast.
 
Heartbreak with a capital H.
 
The toned cut of his every muscle to his larger than life attitude, Shamus is the one person I should stay away from.
 
Why can I not let go even when everything in front of me says run like a bat out of hell?
 
***Each book in the Ruthless Rebels MC is a new couple, but are best read in order. This is a biker book so please expect violence, foul language, and sexual situations. Do not buy if any of this offends you.***

 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
USA Today Bestselling author Chelsea Camaron is a small town Carolina girl with a big imagination. She is a wife and mom chasing her dreams. She writes contemporary romance, erotic suspense, and psychological thrillers. She loves to write blue-collar men who have real problems with a fictional twist. From mechanics to bikers to oil riggers to smokejumpers, bar owners, and beyond, she loves a strong hero who works hard and plays harder.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Ryan Michele found her passion in making fictional characters come to life. She loves being in an imaginative world where anything is possible and has a knack for special twists readers don’t see coming.
 
She writes MC, Contemporary, Erotic, Paranormal, New Adult, Inspirational, and many more romances. And whether it’s bikers, wolf shifters, mafia, or beyond, Ryan spends her time making sure her heroes are strong and her heroines match them at every turn.
 
When she isn’t writing, Ryan is a mom and wife living in rural Illinois and reading by her pond in the warm sun.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Release Tour for Use Me by Chelsea Camaron and MJ Fields
 
 
Title: Use Me
Series: Caldwell Brothers
Author: MJ Fields and Chelsea Camaron
Genre: Sports Romance 
Release Date: March 21, 2017
 
 
 
New York Times best selling author, Tatum Longley, is being forced out of her comfort zone. Her publisher needs her to change from hard hitting nonfiction to romance writing. 
But first she must find a muse. 
Angelo has no desire to form relationships with anyone around him. But when a very persistent Tatum makes him an offer that nearly knocks this six foot five, long haired, tattooed, dangerous looking man, on his ass. 
Will he be able to resist the temptation, or will be allow her to use him. 
 
 
***This is a full length stand alone romance. Although a spinoff book from the Caldwell Brothers Series, it is not necessary to read any other books before this one, but it is recommended.***
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
USA Today Bestselling author Chelsea Camaron is a small town Carolina girl with a big imagination. She is a wife and mom chasing her dreams. She writes contemporary romance, erotic suspense, and psychological thrillers. She loves to write blue-collar men who have real problems with a fictional twist. From mechanics to bikers to oil riggers to smokejumpers, bar owners, and beyond, she loves a strong hero who works hard and plays harder.
 
 

                                                                                    USA Today bestselling author MJ Fields write books that scorch pages and melt hearts. 
Her style is raw, gritty and authentic. Love an alpha and a strong heroine? She does too. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Chapter Reveal and Giveaway Use Me by MJ Fields and Chelsea Camaron
 
 
Title: Use Me
Series: Caldwell Brothers
Author: MJ Fields and Chelsea Camaron
Genre: Sports Romance 
Release Date: March 21, 2017
 
 
 
 
 
 
Use Me
Caldwell Brothers 4

Written By

MJ Fields
And
Chelsea Camaron
Copyright © MJ Fields and Chelsea Camaron 2017

This book and its contents are the copyrighted property of the author, and may not be reproduced, copied, and distributed for commercial or non-commercial purposes. 

 
 
This book contains mature content not suitable for those under the age of 18. Content involves strong language and sexual situations. All parties portrayed in sexual situation are over the age of 18. All characters are a work of fiction.
 

New York Times Bestselling author, Tatum Longley, is being forced out of her comfort zone. Her publisher needs her to change from hard-hitting nonfiction to romance.
 

But first, she must find a muse.

Angelo has no desire to form relationships, when a very persistent Tatum makes him an offer that nearly knocks this six-foot-five, long-haired, tattooed, dangerous-looking man on his ass.

Will he be able to resist the temptation? Or will he allow her to use him? 

*** This is a full-length, standalone romance. Although a spinoff book from the Caldwell Brothers Series, it is not necessary to read any other books before this one, though it is recommended. ***

 
 
 
 
Chapter One
Legacy Gym

Present day
 
 
I look around the gym. The walls are black and mirrored, the floor is black cement covered in red mats. The back wall, where all our daily equipment is stored, is covered floor to ceiling in black lockers. Hand wraps, gloves, medicine balls, headgear, nut cups, first-aid equipment, and clothing that have our logo on them. 

Our logo. I am a part of something. There was a time in the not so distant past when I wasn’t sure I would ever be anything. There are still days I couldn’t give a shit less if I do.

To the left are sparring mats and a few pieces of cardio equipment. To the right are free weights, a few high-end weight training machines, five heavy bags, seven speed bags, and five timing bags. In the middle is where I prefer to spend my time and energy. The cage.

I look at the large clock hanging above the doorway to our office. Nine-thirty at night. That means I have been here for thirteen and a half hours.

Eight hours would send a normal man my age running home to his family, to a hot meal, or to a bar where he could have a drink and relax with his friends. I am not a normal man.

Normal men don’t have blood on their hands, and if they do, they have it with remorse in their hearts, or the blood came from fighting a greater cause. The blood on my hands came from an anger that took control, from the rage within me, a rage that still controls me. 

 
“Put one foot in front of the other. Stand tall and proud. Make the decision that you are both of those things and never let them think any differently. You are a good man, a good kid. Your past doesn’t define you; your present and future do.”
 
Shaw, my father’s oldest and closest friend, words ring inside my head as I look at the picture of him, Jagger, and I hanging on the wall, illuminated by bright white up-lighting. 
 
If only putting one foot in front of the other wasn’t so hard. The weight of the world is heavy on my neck, making holding my head high almost impossible.
 
Shaw believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself. Now Shaw is gone.
 
After killing the lights and locking the doors, I let out a breath and walk toward the door in the back left-hand corner of the gym that leads to my apartment upstairs. 
 
I stand in the apartment above Legacy, a gym that Jagger Caldwell and I inherited. A gym that trains people like me. It was willed to us when Shaw’s fight with cancer ended. 
 
I suppose he did it to make sure his promise to his best friend, my father, was kept. He made sure I had something, an income, a place to live—a piece of something tangible while I served out my parole sentence for a crime I committed eight years ago. 
 
Honestly, it feels more like a curse, a cage, a confined space, than a new beginning. 
 
My body aches. It’s bruised and sore, all feelings I not only accept, but embrace. The harder I push myself, the more men I get in the cage with to train, the more hits I take, the closer I get to controlling the fury that simmers just beneath a boiling point inside my soul.
I walk to the bathroom and stand in front of the distressed mirror above the small sink that is rust-stained from the constant drip of a faucet that I keep telling myself I will fix, but I have no intention or desire to do so. 

I strip off my sweat-drenched clothes and turn toward the shower to start the water. It takes a good five minutes for it to heat enough for my liking, and while I wait, I brush my teeth and open the cabinet. 

I stare at the last bottle of pain meds prescribed to Shaw. I pocketed them after he died when the rage became worse. It is a battle of wills to tame the beast inside me. Waking up and looking in the mirror, knowing what I did and why I did it.

I twist off the childproof cap and count as I dump the pills out into my hand. Twelve. I have twelve nights left to sleep, and then the nightmares will ensue. I make a mental note to space the pills out to every third day. I can do without sleep for that long, no more.

I let them fall one by one back into the bottle, except one, as I feel my exhausted body become tense again. Anxiety is starting to creep in, so I take the last pill in my hand, toss it in my mouth, and swallow it down.

Before the pill’s effects kick in, I get in the small shower and bend so the water falls over my head instead of hitting the middle of my shoulders. When the water starts to run cold and I feel a bit drowsy, I step out, towel my hair lightly, and then drop it to the floor, allowing my body to air dry. Then I look up at my reflection and see a man who looks much older than his twenty-five years.

My eyes, once bright green and alive, are now dead and unreflective of feeling. My hair, once cut close to my scalp by my father’s own hand, is now well past my shoulders and a mess of brown waves. It’s only down after a shower or bedtime; otherwise, it is always tied up in a knot on the back of my head. I don’t have any damn desire to go to the barber. That would mean I would have to talk to someone. I’m functioning just fine here without making those types of connections, and there is no appeal in changing that up.

I run my hand over my beard. It’s been three days since I last groomed. I shave every fourth or fifth day, but never down to the skin. 

I am six-foot, five-inches of intimidation. I weigh in at two hundred and forty-eight pounds of muscle, and my skin is covered in black prison ink. I have no desire for anyone to look at me and become confused as to who I am. No desire to have someone look at me and want to know more about me, or who I was. I have no desire for anything but the occasional release I can get anywhere. All I have to do is force a smile and say a word or two in order to get that need met.

My appearance is intimidating. It keeps people away. I’m not trying to give off the illusion that I’m unapproachable. Illusion would imply it wasn’t real. 

It is real. 

I am Michelangelo Mazzini. I was once called a saint by my peers, my teachers, and anyone who knew me. 

Not anymore.

Now I am known as Kid.

I lay on the king-sized mattress that sits in the middle of the floor and stare at the ceiling, waiting, waiting, waiting for sleep to take me. The numbness that is my life isn’t holding me back. Rather, it’s my mind that won’t turn off, waiting for the next move.

I try not to close my eyes on my own. I wait for exhaustion and the drugs to do the work for me. Otherwise, I will be fighting a losing battle. 

 

Chapter Two
Tatum

“Tatum, this is not what’s selling anymore. We need something …” Melanie pauses as she sighs.

Melanie and I have been friends since I sat next to her in a Shakespearian literature class we both enrolled in as an elective while attending Columbia for our Masters’ programs. Hers was in the classics; mine was in religion and journalism.

She loved fiction,a story you could get lost in, and I loved nonfiction, a story that didn’t allow you to run from your boring life, but showed you a life that you could get lost in and know it was real. Fairy tales were never meant to be believed in. They are stories written to scare children into behaving or else, so why waste time on them? Show them how to cope, what to avoid, and maybe a story that inspires them to do the right thing of their own accord.

She is the yin to my yang, the spring to my fall, the day to my night. The point is, she’s the lost-in-her-head kind of daydreaming chick, whereas I am the one who wants to get lost in reality to avoid getting lost in my head, and worse yet, believing that shit is even possible.

I am sure she has no other writers like me on staff. I am sure of this because one night, over drinks at Hotel Empire, she told me so. She told me in the sweetest way she could that I was my own worst enemy. That I had talent in abundance and was just too stubborn for my own good, and that if I were anyone other than “the Tatum” that played her Romeo a couple years ago, gaining us both an A in that godforsaken class, she would have walked away a long time ago. 

We are opposites in our views on life, but who we are on the inside isn’t much different from the other. Both of us left our hometowns, knowing we were destined for greater things. And unlike most, we are willing to work our asses off to become. It landed us both in New York City, a city where we knew no one and no one knew us. A city that I swear wants to eat up young girls’ dreams and spit them back in your face.

Nothing about here is easy. What it is, though, is real. It’s gritty, it’s hard, and it’s all-consuming. If you can live here, you can live anywhere. Mark my words.

I know she could walk away at any moment, but Melanie would never. Even if she should run and not look back, that’s not who she is. It’s not who we are together.

 
We are forever friends, through thick and thin. The type of friends who you could talk to once every six months and pick up right where you left off. Though, in reality, we may go weeks without speaking due to work, but we have never gone more than a month at the most. She is my soul sister, and I am hers.
 
A few years ago, Melanie took an internship at a mid-sized literary agency, and I took off to write a story that would rock the world. I gave her, A View from Home, a novel about the foster care system in our country, and she went over the head of the man she worked for who said, “It wasn’t good enough” and emailed it to a company contact at Random House Publishing, where they not only bought the book, but hired her that day.
 
 
She became a junior editor at Random House, and I became a novelist. She became a senior editor when my first book put me on the New York Times Bestseller list. The subsequent three novels hit the list as well. Acclaimed awards, Wall Street Journal, and we were both riding a high of dreams coming true. 
 
I can hear as she taps her long fingernails on her glass top desk, and then I hear the bell go off inside her head. 
 
“Raw.” 
 
“I’m giving you raw. I’m giving you real. I am giving you what people go through every day,” I tell her, trying to keep my annoyance at bay. After all, she is trying to help me.
 
“The market has shifted, Tatum. What’s selling is not this.” 
 
I hear a thud and am certain it’s the manuscript I sent her. She prefers e-mail; I don’t. 
 
“Then I’ll self-publish,” I threaten, and she audibly hisses into the phone, saying nothing. 
 
This is new territory for us both. I love Melanie. I love working with her. Unlike the horror stories I hear about publishers washing out an author’s voice in edits, she doesn’t do that to my work.
 
“You still there?” I ask. 
 
“I am,” she says firmly then pauses. I hear a door shut, then her heels click across the floor before she sighs out, “Please, Tatum. Please give me something that will blow the roof off this place. I know you have it in you. I know you do. Just let it happen.”
 
“Do you need this, Melanie?” I ask, wondering why she suddenly wants to mold my work into a completely different realm than I have ever written.
 
“Yes. Yes, I do. We both do.”
 
I sigh, feeling the weight of her world and my own landing firmly on my shoulders. “Okay, give me two months.”
 
“One,” she says, her edge returning.
 
“You have to push, don’t you?” I half-laugh.
 
“You taught me how,” she returns with a smile in her voice. 
 
“Talk later.” I start to end the call.
 
“Wait! It has to be hot, Tatum. I need your voice, but bring the damn heat.”
 
“Melanie …” 
 
“You’re gonna need to put yourself out there.”
 
“Meaning?” I have no idea why I ask when I know damn well what she is getting at.
 
“When’s the last time you actually got your peach plucked?”
 
“That’s none of your business,” I say with no intention of answering her, especially when she uses words like “peach plucked.” That’s up there with “moist” in words I would rather not use or hear reference to in sexual situations.
 
“You need to go find yourself a sexy, suit-wearing mogul,” she suggests.
 
“I’m in Detroit, Mel.” I sigh. “Remember, I was going to show the times in Motor City. A whole look back and look forward.”
 
I hear her nails tapping her keyboard. I know damn well she’s googling where to find the perfect place for inspiration. 
 
“Get your ass to Texas.”
 
“I’m here for a month.” I stand with my phone in my hand, looking out the hotel window at what I know from pictures was once a beautiful city. 
 
The river is mucky, the boats decrepit, and the cracked sidewalks once were beautiful. Detroit was something a long time ago.
 
“Right,” she sighs. “You can’t change your plans for the eye candy and your best friend?”
 
I laugh. “Melanie, this is all set up. Money spent, timelines sorted. I’m willing to think outside the box and shift my focus, but I can’t uproot my plans and still feel like I’m not insane.”
 
“Okay, okay,” she concedes.
 
“Goodnight, Melanie.”
 
“Goodnight, Tatum,” she says with a softness in her tone that is without a doubt caused by the stress I just alleviated. 
 
Hers is gone, and mine has returned. Yin and yang. Night and day. We are never on the same page, but the balance is and always has been there.
 
I sit down on the chair next to the small table by the window, grab the glass of sweet red wine I had just poured, and take a drink. It’s sweet, crisp and, God willing, it will help me sleep tonight. 
 
I drink the entire glass, and then pour another before reaching across the table to grab the manila folder and drag it closer to me. I look through the pictures from the 1950s: the new buildings, the finely-dressed people on the streets, the cars. The streets were full of them, all shiny and new. Detroit used to be spectacular. I know it was; the proof is in the pictures. But it is not anymore.
 
All that glitters does not always remain gold. 
 
All that once was beautiful doesn’t remain so. 
 
All that was lost will not necessarily be found.
 
Time does not stand still.
 
I stand up and stretch my neck as I walk over and grab my laptop, carrying it back to the table and opening it up. Then I click on the new document and title it:Mommy Porn. 
“To new beginnings,” I toast the air then take a sip. 

There is a saying in the writing industry: “write drunk and edit sober.” I guess I will give it a try tonight.

Sweet Jesus, am I really going to do this?

For Melanie, I will.
 
 
New York Times best selling author, Tatum Longley, is being forced out of her comfort zone. Her publisher needs her to change from hard hitting nonfiction to romance writing. 
But first she must find a muse. 
Angelo has no desire to form relationships with anyone around him. But when a very persistent Tatum makes him an offer that nearly knocks this six foot five, long haired, tattooed, dangerous looking man, on his ass. 
Will he be able to resist the temptation, or will be allow her to use him. 
 
 
***This is a full length stand alone romance. Although a spinoff book from the Caldwell Brothers Series, it is not necessary to read any other books before this one, but it is recommended.***
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
USA Today Bestselling author Chelsea Camaron is a small town Carolina girl with a big imagination. She is a wife and mom chasing her dreams. She writes contemporary romance, erotic suspense, and psychological thrillers. She loves to write blue-collar men who have real problems with a fictional twist. From mechanics to bikers to oil riggers to smokejumpers, bar owners, and beyond, she loves a strong hero who works hard and plays harder.
 
 
 

 
 

                                                                                    USA Today bestselling author MJ Fields write books that scorch pages and melt hearts. 
Her style is raw, gritty and authentic. Love an alpha and a strong heroine? She does too. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
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