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Regulators MC Series by Chelsea Camaron – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com Sat, 05 Nov 2016 01:57:33 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.0 http://www.ilovenovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Regulators MC Series by Chelsea Camaron – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com 32 32 Ice Read Online Chelsea Camaron, Jessie Lane (Regulators MC #1) http://www.ilovenovels.com/ice-1-read-online-chelsea-camaron-jessie-lane Sat, 05 Nov 2016 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/ice-1-read-online-chelsea-camaron-jessie-lane Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, Dark, MC, Romance Authors: Chelsea Camaron Series: Regulators MC Series by Chelsea Camaron
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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 67663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Ice (Regulators MC #1)
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Chelsea Camaron	Jessie Lane
Language:	English
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She's an investment banker. He's an outlaw biker. A little bit of heaven is about to meet a whole lot of hell. Morgan Powell was raised to be perfect, to set an example for her sisters to follow. Her life has been dedicated to making something of her career, so she wouldn’t know what to do with a man even if you gave her an instruction manual. Brett 'Ice' Grady spends his days trying to keep up with his teenage daughter, his nights consumed in Regulators’ MC business. He has no time for anything more than a casual hookup. Two worlds collide when the dangers of his life crash into the calm of hers. Can she go beyond her own boundaries and chip her way through to the man known to be as cold as ice? Loosely attached to Chelsea Camaron's Hellions series and Jessie Lane's Ex Ops series.
Books in Series:	Regulators MC Series by Chelsea Camaron
Books by Author:	Chelsea Camaron Books	Jessie Lane Books

Chapter

1

Ice

“Suck harder. Right there… Fuck yeah, that’s it.”

The half-naked platinum blonde kneeling in front of me sucks dick like a damn champ.

“Shit! Dammit, Dad!” my teenage daughter, Brooke, suddenly shrieks from across the living room while covering her eyes with her hands. Her voice immediately kills my hard on.

Pushing the bimbo off me, I stand to pull up my pants, wincing as I tuck my still sensitive cock away. I move forward to go find my daughter, who is not supposed to be home today. The blonde paws at me as I go to make my way past her. I would have preferred it if she would have run her mouth and taken off; instead, she is pouting at me because we didn’t finish. I wish Brooke could have just given me five more minutes to get off. Then I could have gotten rid of the broad on her knees. Tossing this barfly out the door would be a hell of a lot easier then.

“Get out. I’m done with ya,” I dismiss her, tired of the sulking look on her face. Damn woman, take a hint already.

With a huff, she rights her clothes, collects her things, and scurries out.

After making my way down the hall, of my not so modest home, I bark a sardonic laugh when I turn the knob to my daughter’s room and find it locked.

“Open this door, young lady,” I order, in what comes out as a bellow. We have danced this dance on more than one occasion.

“Sorry, I’m busy searching for the eye bleach. I can’t unlock the door right now, check back later.”

“Don’t make me kick it in. You want to go without a door again? Don’t traumatize us both. I don’t want to pass by and see you in your skivvies any more than you want me to… or worse, for Hammer to catch you.”

I am hoping like hell she listens. Last time, I took the damn door right off the frame. Later on, I wished I hadn’t, though. It ended up punishing me as much as her when I had to listen to that boy band garbage she calls music.

Within seconds, I hear her feet stomping over. There is a click, a turn of the knob, and then my one true love in this life glaring at me. The door may have won the first round, but this victory is mine. Having a teenager, I have learned to celebrate every win, no matter how small.

“Brooke, what the fuck have I told you about your mouth? Young ladies shouldn’t cuss! It makes you sound like a damn delinquent.” I chastise for her mouth when she first walked in. She was supposed to be at an afterschool study group. Teenagers, never following their damn schedules.

“Yeah, Dad, real good speech you’re givin’. Father of the year material, you are.”

“Don’t you get smart with me,” I say, knowing it is falling on deaf ears, not that I should be surprised. My mom did always liked to rub it in my face that Brooke gets her stubbornness from me.

“Anyways”—her tone is just as sharp as before—“now that you’ve kicked the dog out, what are we doin’ for dinner?”

That is Brooke: my sixteen-year-old daughter, my life, my world, and my eternal pain in the ass. If her mom was still alive, maybe things would be different. Maybe. Only I don’t have time to play should-a, could-a, would-a in my head, because I am too busy raising her on my own.

Erin, Brooke’s mom, was Brooke’s age when she got pregnant. We were young and dumb. Obviously, we didn’t think of protecting ourselves or give a second thought to plans for the future. Condoms were preached to us, birth control, all that. Yet, when the time came, we went at each other like rabbits and never gave a second thought to all that shit people had lectured us about.

When the little stick showed a pink line, I puked and Erin cried. Her parents immediately kicked her out and never got past it. With no job, no education, and nowhere to go, she moved in with my mom and me.

My mom was determined we would both finish high school. Stepping up to help us in every way she could, she worked two jobs to cover daycare costs and then spent many nights up with baby Brooke so Erin and I could study or do homework. I was a senior and Erin a junior in high school. It wasn’t easy, but we made it through. Having a family to support, I graduated and joined the Army right after Erin and I got married.

Leaving Erin and a barely one-year-old Brooke behind was hard; yet I was focused on having a career to support us, not only a paycheck. My mom was supportive of my young wife, helping out with Brooke as I was now gone more than I was home. Selection to Special Forces was hard, training even harder, but having my green beret was everything. I developed pride in myself, pride in my country, pride for my family, and pride in joining together with my brothers to give our all to something more than ourselves. Young? Naïve? Yes, I was. However, drive, dedication, and commitment to my team were what pushed me through the realities of my situation.

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Hammer Read Online Chelsea Camaron, Jessie Lane (Regulators MC #2) http://www.ilovenovels.com/hammer-2-read-online-chelsea-camaron-jessie-lane Fri, 04 Nov 2016 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/hammer-2-read-online-chelsea-camaron-jessie-lane Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, Dark, MC, Romance Authors: Chelsea Camaron Series: Regulators MC Series by Chelsea Camaron
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Hammer (Regulators MC #2)
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Chelsea Camaron	Jessie Lane
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She is strong, independent, but jaded. He is a hardened soldier. Two people are forced to come together to move beyond the physical injuries of one. Desirae Shythe is a physical therapist driven to see her patients thrive. Her happiness in life comes from her success, no matter how small the step. Ethan ‘Hammer’ McCoy is known for having an iron fist and an iron heart. When an injury confines him to a wheelchair, he meets the fierce physical therapist who makes it her personal mission to see him walk again. As they both face the struggles of his rehabilitation, can he hammer his way into her heart?
Books in Series:	Regulators MC Series by Chelsea Camaron
Books by Author:	Chelsea Camaron Books	Jessie Lane Books

Prologue

~Hammer~

The clouds float above as the sun shines brightly on an already awesome day. Today, I made the cut. At fourteen years old, I’m the only freshman to make the varsity football team. Tossing the ball in the backyard with my dad as the light shines down on us both only adds to the euphoria of the day. It is a good day, and I’m glad my dad is here to share it with me since he is gone so often.

“Ethan, son, there may come a time when I won’t be here.”

He begins the same speech we have had multiple times over the years. It takes everything I have to stop myself from rolling my eyes. I try to take him seriously, but come on. He’s my dad; he isn’t going anywhere.

When I was little, I told him that he was stronger than a superhero when he wears his camouflage uniform. In a way, I still think he’s indestructible. He would not have come this far in his military career if he didn’t know what he was doing.

He continues on, unaware of the fact that I started to tune him out. The same sentence I have heard time and time again plays on from him.

“If something happens to me, you’ll have to be the man of the house. Always be there for your mom and take care of your brother.”

These are so not the things I want to think about. Wanting my dad’s approval, though, I immediately give him my word.

“You can count on me, sir.” My reply is full of pride and laced in the naivety of a teen boy without a single care in the world.

For a second, though, I pause before throwing the football back to him. The look on his face is worried in the way parents get when they think you aren’t doing chores or homework.

“Just remember, son, actions speak louder than words.”

Man, my dad is a freaking worry wart. I know his concern comes from a place of love. He’s just trying to make sure my mom, brother, and I will be all right if something ever happens to him.

Spreading an easy grin across my face, I launch the ball back at my father. “No worries, old man. I’ve learned from the best.”

Half his mouth tilts up in a grin, and I know he got my message. He’s the one who has taught me everything there is to being a man, and as far as I’m concerned, my dad is the best man I will ever know.

Of course, nothing will actually happen to my dad until he is old and gray, so this conversation isn’t really necessary. Regardless, if it makes him feel better for me to agree to step in, fine, I will go along with it.

Of course, I know the only thing I really need to worry about happening is if my dad will be able to help me find a comfortable jock strap. No guy wants to feel like his nuts are being strangled when he is in the middle of a game.

~Three Years Later~

Senioritis is a real condition; just ask me. I certainly suffer from it. After barely passing last semester, I’m counting down the four months left until graduation. I spend half of my school day staring out the windows, thinking about what I am going to do when I am finally free of this school. To be honest, I spend the other half of the day watching the cheerleaders in their short, little skirts.

The intercom crackles in biology class, disrupting the discussion of herbivores, carnivores, and omnivores. Thank God for the distraction. Like any of us really care what animals eat. The only things I want to think about eating right now are lunch and Kelly, the head cheerleader.

“Mrs. Foster, please send Ethan McCoy to the office.”

Surprised at hearing my name, I gather my things as my mind goes over why I would be called to the office. The guys and I have not pulled a prank since we got caught plastic wrapping the toilets in the teachers’ lounge. Having detention for a month would make anyone wary of pulling anymore high jinks at school.

When I make my way through the office door, Ms. Sam, the school secretary, greets me with a somber tone and a sad face. That chick is always happy. As a result, I wonder what is wrong with her today.

She nods her head for me to walk into the principal’s office, and a slow sense of dread starts to build in my stomach. I have never felt like this before, so I don’t know what to make of it. This feeling is worse than the time I walked through that cemetery at night. Even worse than the time I watched my little brother crash into the curb with his bike, flip over the front of his handlebars, and give himself a concussion and a broken arm. Something tells me whatever is happening on the other side of the closed door is really bad.

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Coal Read Online Chelsea Camaron, Jessie Lane (Regulators MC #3) http://www.ilovenovels.com/coal-3-read-online-chelsea-camaron-jessie-lane Fri, 04 Nov 2016 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/coal-3-read-online-chelsea-camaron-jessie-lane Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, Dark, MC, Romance Authors: Chelsea Camaron Series: Regulators MC Series by Chelsea Camaron
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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Coal (Regulators MC #3)
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Chelsea Camaron	Jessie Lane
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Loosely attached to Chelsea Camaron's Hellions Series and Jessie Lane's Ex Ops Series. She is the everyday girl next-door. He is shadowed by regret laced in broken memories. Dark sins of the past have a way of taking hold of your heart and never letting go. Paisley Asher is the average woman trying to get by in life. Happy and safe in her bubble of ease, she is not prepared to take on the black pit that is one man’s heart. Trevor ‘Coal’ Blake has a past covered in black. Tainted. He is a dark soul. In the moment, it is easy to lose sight of what is going on. Looking back, however, little cues were misread … or were they? He lives with more questions than answers. Chance encounters bring these two together. Is she the angel to pull him from the depths of his personal hell, or is he destined to remain alone and as black as coal?
Books in Series:	Regulators MC Series by Chelsea Camaron
Books by Author:	Chelsea Camaron Books	Jessie Lane Books

Prologue

~Coal~

The pounding in my head continues to assault my ears. Chad’s party last night was epic, and my head is making sure to remind me of the good time I had.

Bang.

Bang.

Thump.

Thump. Bang. Thump. Bang.

The rhythm is now unsteady.

“Trevor, wake your ass up right the fuck now!” my dad yells in his Army Ranger voice that has me immediately up and at attention by my bed.

Shit, why is my dad yelling? This tone is reserved for the major fuck-ups.

Making my way toward the door, I don’t even bother to put on clothes. I exit in my boxers and am immediately met with the brick wall that is my dad.

We are about the same height and of similar build. Only, my dad has seen war, has the scars, and quite honestly, he scares the shit out of me.

“Turn around and put some clothes on. Then you get downstairs and face the shitstorm you’ve caused. Two minutes, or I’ll drag you down and let them see you in your naked glory. I don’t give a damn.”

He gives me a slight shove back into my room while my vision blurs and the chalky taste in my mouth makes me wish I had time to grab a glass of water. His instructions were clear and precise. I won’t press my luck with the Ranger.

Quickly tossing on my sweats and a T-shirt, I then rush downstairs. There is no way I’m going to be any longer than necessary, not with the mood he is in this morning. No, sir.

Halfway down the stairs, I stop in my tracks. The sight in front of me is like a punch to my hangover. I already want to puke my guts out.

My girlfriend Amber stands at the bottom of the staircase with tears in her eyes and her parents flanking her. The girl I have spent every spare moment with for the last few months doesn’t look like the lively, beautiful young woman I’m used to seeing. No, she looks a mess, hurt, broken, and … Could it possibly be she’s ashamed?

Her mother’s eyes are swollen from crying, and her father … his face is murderous.

What the hell is going on?

I shake my head, trying to sort out why they are here. Why my girlfriend looks like the world has crumbled at her feet. More so, why she’s brought this to my doorstep.

“Trevor,” my father barks harshly, making me jump while I complete my descent and hit the bottom step. “Ass. Couch. Now,” he commands before looking at Amber’s family. “Mr. and Mrs. Bridges, Amber, please head into the living room so we can address this matter.”

Matter? What could be wrong? I haven’t seen Amber in three days. She said she had the flu.

I sit while my mind races. We have been dating for six months. Three weeks ago, she finally gave it up at a party at her best friend, Kiki’s, house. Nothing has seemed out of the ordinary. We haven’t had much time together. I know I was drunk, she was drunk, so it wasn’t some romantic thing. In fact, once I got inside her tight pussy, I had to fight not to blow my load with the first thrust. I didn’t last long, but I told her next time would be better. I tried to make it good. I even held her afterward, knowing it was her first time.

“Trevor,” my mom says gently, and I look up into her dark eyes and see pain. “Amber’s family tells us that something occurred a couple of weeks ago,” she starts, only to be interrupted.

“You fucking piece of shit got my daughter drunk and raped her!” Mr. Bridges roars, lunging at me, but my dad, who easily towers a good six inches over the man, holds him back.

My mother rushes to my side, her long, black hair hitting me in the arm. She’s Native American, and I get my dark hair, dark eyes, and tanned skin from her. My height of six-feet-seven comes from my beast of a father.

“We need to discuss this,” my mother says to the Bridges.

“Nothing to discuss,” Mrs. Bridges replies. “Graduation is in two weeks; we want to see Trevor gone. Amber will have enough of a reminder for the next nine months of what’s happened to her. After the kids graduate, Trevor gets out of town for school or the military, or we go to the police and press charges.”

“Press charges?” I scream, running my hands through my hair as sharp pain assaults my head. “For what?”

“Rape!” Mr. Bridges yells back.

Tears hit me. I’m seventeen years old. One night at a party where I swear she said yes leaves me in this kind of mess.

“I didn’t,” I gasp, trying to get out the words. Then I make the mistake of looking into Amber’s eyes. The fear, the pain, the sadness, and the desolation are all written on her features as she shakes her head at me. “I didn’t do that.” I can’t even say the word.

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