Trapped by Beverley Kendall
(Trapped #1)
Publication date: July 7th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
(Trapped #1)
Publication date: July 7th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
My life has turned out to be such a cliché. And not in a good way.
It’s not exactly Sixteen and Pregnant, but at eighteen my only advantage is a high school diploma. And if that’s not enough, the father—and I use that term loosely—couldn’t have hightailed it out of my life fast enough.
I thought I really knew him. Unfortunately, my boyfriend of three years transformed from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde once he realized his carefree, childless days would be coming to an end.
I’m over him now though. The real love of my life is chubby, has more gum than teeth, and stands a little over two feet tall. She may not have been planned, but I’ve never regretted having her. She is the center of my world.
A world that’s turned upside down when my ex returns ready to earn the love and trust of the child he abandoned before birth.
Letting him into my daughter’s life is one thing but letting him back into mine isn’t going to happen. Because the biggest mistake of my life has a name, and that name is Mitchell Aaron Kingsley.
And he’s one mistake I don’t ever intend to make again.
It’s not exactly Sixteen and Pregnant, but at eighteen my only advantage is a high school diploma. And if that’s not enough, the father—and I use that term loosely—couldn’t have hightailed it out of my life fast enough.
I thought I really knew him. Unfortunately, my boyfriend of three years transformed from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde once he realized his carefree, childless days would be coming to an end.
I’m over him now though. The real love of my life is chubby, has more gum than teeth, and stands a little over two feet tall. She may not have been planned, but I’ve never regretted having her. She is the center of my world.
A world that’s turned upside down when my ex returns ready to earn the love and trust of the child he abandoned before birth.
Letting him into my daughter’s life is one thing but letting him back into mine isn’t going to happen. Because the biggest mistake of my life has a name, and that name is Mitchell Aaron Kingsley.
And he’s one mistake I don’t ever intend to make again.
Purchase:
In the air-conditioned entryway, we’re lined up like opposing teams on a scrimmage line, Trent beside me on one side and Mitch facing us on the other.
Oblivious to the turmoil going on around her and content in my arms, Bree grasps a hank of my hair and lays her head on my shoulder. Then she quietly observes the stranger in her midst, her mouth curved in a broad smile, as if welcoming him.
I want to tell her not to let his good looks and smooth charm fool her. I want to warn her about this stranger who comes bearing gifts.
Don’t trust him with anything of value, especially your heart, pumpkin. Mommy had to learn that the hard way.
Mitch’s eyes grow cold as his gaze briefly stops on Trent. I can’t believe he cares whether Trent and I are involved, which must mean all that frost has everything to do with the fact that Trent has a relationship with his daughter. Something he doesn’t have.
Oblivious to the turmoil going on around her and content in my arms, Bree grasps a hank of my hair and lays her head on my shoulder. Then she quietly observes the stranger in her midst, her mouth curved in a broad smile, as if welcoming him.
I want to tell her not to let his good looks and smooth charm fool her. I want to warn her about this stranger who comes bearing gifts.
Don’t trust him with anything of value, especially your heart, pumpkin. Mommy had to learn that the hard way.
Mitch’s eyes grow cold as his gaze briefly stops on Trent. I can’t believe he cares whether Trent and I are involved, which must mean all that frost has everything to do with the fact that Trent has a relationship with his daughter. Something he doesn’t have.
“First, I don’t want you to think that my accepting is a way of getting us back together. I’m doing what’s best for Bree and my mom,” she states in a no-nonsense voice.
For a brief second, I let my eyes wander and I take in all the bare skin revealed by her outfit, and bite the inside of my mouth to squash the unwanted surge of lust. She doesn’t want to know what I’m thinking.
“No, I get it. This is all about Bree and your mom,” I reply, completely poker-faced, knowing I’m lying through my teeth. She may have convinced herself we’re over but we’re not. Nope, not by a long shot.
For a brief second, I let my eyes wander and I take in all the bare skin revealed by her outfit, and bite the inside of my mouth to squash the unwanted surge of lust. She doesn’t want to know what I’m thinking.
“No, I get it. This is all about Bree and your mom,” I reply, completely poker-faced, knowing I’m lying through my teeth. She may have convinced herself we’re over but we’re not. Nope, not by a long shot.
Beverley Kendall has lived on two
continents, in three countries, two provinces, and four states.
She stopped her nomadic existence and settled in the southeast with
her young son. All things artistic feed her creative passion, but none
more than writing.
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