Cover Reveal: Restore My Heart by Chelsea Camaron ~ Excerpt & Giveaway
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
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 couldn’t escape, Ryder comes along. Enjoying his play boy 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?
Excerpt #1~Chapter 2:
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.”
Excerpt #2~Chapter 5
It’s another night with very little sleep, with too many hot dreams about a certain man. I decide to head to the gym early. I arrive around 5am and immediately hit the tread climber. I put my earphones in and my iPod on loud. Time to get lost in a good workout.
The gym is jam packed this morning, which normally feeds my insecurities, but not today. I am just consumed in my workout. An hour later, I am feeling motivated and sweaty.
My phone starts ringing, and I see its Maggie calling. She needs a ride to work this morning. That’s my cue; my workout is over. I step off the tread climber wiping my face with my towel. I turn around and directly hit a very hard, sweaty chest.
As I look before me, I see the waistband of black baggy basketball gym shorts, hanging low on his hips; showing a bit of that trail of dark hair that leads to pleasures of all kinds. I see this set of rock hard abs, which should be illegal to be on display. Before I have time to take in all the tattoos along his ribs, arms, pecks, and shoulders, I hear the all too familiar voice of Ryder.
"Well, good morning Sunshine! Tsk! Tsk! Even at the gym you are gorgeous and brighten my day."
He starts to walk away, but instinctively I reach out and grab his completely toned arm. This man spends some serious time at the gym perfecting his body.
"Ryder, I just want to say thank you for checking on me Sunday night. I hope I didn't ruin your evening with the red head, by boring you with my drunken ramblings."
He laughs, "No need to thank me, and nothing about you ever bores me. I enjoy your company, even the drunken ramblings. And, Valerie, the red head, is just a friend who needed a ride home."
We both stand there silently for what seems like forever, when I finally stammer, "Well I appreciated the company. So, to say thank you, how about dinner?"
Before I can stutter my way back out of the invitation, he leans over, kisses my forehead and says, "Great I will pick you up at 7pm tonight, wear jeans and boots."
And with that he walks off, leaving me breathless; while my inner diva is doing her happy dance.
I shower and change, ready to start my Friday. I arrive at the office, only to realize I totally forgot to pick up Mags.
She gets in the car laughing at me, "Ok Dina, what gives? You are never this distracted."
Grinning from ear to ear I give her the play by play of my morning.
She squeals in delight as she adds, "In that case, can I borrow your car for the Delany dinner party tonight since you won't be attending with me?"
Oh my! I totally forgot about work, "Do you need me there? I wasn't thinking, I can cancel my plans with Ryder."
She nudges me as she protests, “Hell no! Girl, you will go tonight. I have work all covered, I just need a car. Brayden needs mine.”
I don't question why, even though I was curious as to why Brayden isn't driving his 1970 Dodge Charger. The day passes quickly and before I know it, Mags is pushing me out the office door and dropping me at home.
I dress in jeans, a charcoal gray V-neck shirt, and my favorite, no heel black knee high boots. Just as I’m putting on a pair of plain diamond studded earrings, a gift from my father, I hear the distinct rumble of a Harley Davidson motorcycle approaching.
I smile at recognizing the engine sound. A few moments later, my doorbell rings, I open it to face Ryder in a pair of jeans, a snug navy blue t-shirt, and black boots.
He smiles a half smile, kisses my forehead as he says, "You look amazing."
All I manage to stutter is, "You have a Harley Davidson Night Train? Wow."
He looks at the bike, then replies, "If you don't want to ride, we can take your car. Mags said you used to drive a sportster. So I, ummm, thought.....well anyway we can take your car."
Without thinking, I grab him off my porch and into my living room, where I leave him as I dart through the kitchen, and into my garage. I come back to him, helmet in hand, and smiling my biggest smile.
He's standing there as I braid my hair, "Ryder, I haven't been on a bike since the last time I drove mine on a poker run with my dad and his friends. I would love to ride with you. Let’s go!" He grabs my helmet and helps me lock up.
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. Twitter | Facebook | Website | Goodreads | Amazona Rafflecopter giveaway