Blurb:
Trailer park born and raised. It’s my legacy. That’s how my mama lived. And that’s how her mama lived. It’s the life I was born into and it’s the life I swore I would leave the second I was old enough to make it out.
Trailer park born and raised. It’s my legacy. That’s how my mama lived. And that’s how her mama lived. It’s the life I was born into and it’s the life I swore I would leave the second I was old enough to make it out.
Only legacies have a funny way of sneaking up on you. An innocent decision the night of high school graduation led to a series of complications in my plans to escape.
Seven years later, I’ve resigned myself to this small town and the roots I’m tied to. Nothing could make me leave. And nothing could make me spill the secrets that keep me here.
Until he walks back into town with a chip on his shoulder and a stupid hunch nobody else in town has been smart enough to follow.
Levi Cole is my opposite. Born on the right side of the tracks with family money to spare, he’s the kind of black sheep that can afford to be rebellious—because his family will always pay for his mistakes. He’s also the only living heir to Cole Family Farms, after his brother Logan was killed in duty seven years ago.
He sees something in my life that he thinks he has a right to. But he’s wrong. And obnoxious. And he needs to take his stubborn good looks and that intense way he looks at me and go back to wherever it was he came from.
I know better than to trust men like him. I was born and raised in a trailer park, I know nothing good happens to girls like me—girls with trailer park lives and trailer park hearts. Especially from gorgeous, kind, pigheaded men like him.
Teaser
It was only the middle of
September, but I knew I had to start putting away a little bit every paycheck,
so I would have something extra if Jamie suddenly asked me to purchase all the
treat bag paraphernalia or juice boxes for the entire school.
“You look tired, baby,” Mom
commented. “Hard day at work?”
“Just a hard day.” I sighed and slid onto the
stool beside her.
“Don’t you hate how many of those there are?” she asked, her
eyes glittering with mischief.
“This grown-up thing is for
the birds.” “Amen.”
Max returned with the cuss
jar. “Two dollars, Grammy.”
“Two dollars?” she gasped.
He grinned at her. “The
F word is five! You’re getting a bargain.”
We laughed at my crazy, smart,
ridiculous kid. He’d been the one to decide the varying degrees of fines. On one
hand, I knew I should be a better mom and protect him from all these words to
begin with. On the other, I knew it was more important to raise him the right
way than to always put him in the right situations. I couldn’t possibly control
every single thing he’s exposed to during our lifetimes. But I could help him
become the best man possible. I could teach him through the hard and awkward
and awful situations and help him become kind and honest, loyal and giving.
Or, at least that’s what I
hoped to do.
“I guess I am.” My mom laughed.
“What about homework, little man?”
I asked him after he’d collected my mom’s money.
He made a frustrated sound.
“Maybe, I don’t know.”
Pulling out his folder, I dove into the after-school mom
responsibilities I knew so well. It was weird that Jamie had invited
us over for a playdate. But it was even weirder that Levi Cole was coming back.
What did he want here?
How
long was he going to stay?
Not that it mattered to me. I planned to ignore him,
remember?
Easy.
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