Blurb:
After a year of partying, Sam decides to buckle down and focus on college. Things are going great until a one-night stand leaves her pregnant and alone. Raising a child while going to school isn’t easy, but Sam is determined to be strong for her daughter. She doesn’t have time for guys or relationships, and takes great care to protect her child and her heart.
Judd doesn’t fit the mold of a college ballplayer. His long hair and tattoos may fit the life he’s created for himself, but baseball is the one thing he takes seriously. When he meets Sam, he’s immediately drawn to her curves and refusal to put up with his crap. When Judd learns the truth, can he handle the responsibility that comes with loving a single mother?
Sam yearns for the fire that Judd fuels in her, but her child’s needs have to come first. Can two people at different stages in their life find a way to make a life together?
Sample:
I’m twenty-two years old, wear a size twelve, and am a single
mom – things that don’t make me the most popular girl on campus.
I live in family housing. It’s cheap, has a washer and dryer,
and makes it a little easier to juggle going to school full time while raising
a two-year-old daughter.
Her name is Karrie, and she’s the smartest, funniest, and
sweetest child I’ve ever met. I never imagined I’d be pregnant at nineteen, let
alone raising a kid by myself. But I guess life doesn’t always go according to
plan.
At least, that’s been my experience so far.
When I went away to school, I was your typical
first-time-away-from-home, irresponsible, and crazy party girl. I had a blast
my first year. Didn’t go to many classes, and partied way too much. You’d think
that was when I got knocked up.
Nope.
My sophomore year I straightened up. After a series of long
lectures from my parents and the arrival of my final grades for my freshman
year, I realized I was making a lot of mistakes. I actually started going to my
classes. I stopped partying every night and only went out with my friends on
the weekends.
Things were going great, until one night I met this hot guy at a
frat party and we hooked up.
That was all.
No great love story, no blossoming relationship.
Just a one-night stand.
When I found out I was pregnant, I was scared and devastated.
It had been six weeks since the party that changed my life. I’d
been feeling nauseous and extremely tired. It wasn’t until I got lightheaded in
the shower that I decided to go to the doctor and see what was wrong.
I wasn’t prepared for the diagnosis.
I felt a myriad of emotions that day: disbelief, anger, sadness,
and finally terror.
I worried about what I’d tell my parents, and what it would mean
for my future. But first I had to share my terror with the one person that I
assumed would feel my pain. I went to the frat house and told my hookup that he
was going to be a father.
He laughed and said I was mistaken. He had no intention of being
a father to anyone.
I had expected disbelief, and possibly anger, but I’d never
expected that. He said no matter my decision, he didn’t want to be a part of
the baby’s life. He told me not to even put him on the birth certificate.
I eventually told my parents and they were surprisingly supportive.
“Don’t worry, Sam,” my mother had said as she cradled me in her
arms. “Everything happens for a reason. Your father and I are here for you and
our grandbaby. You aren’t alone.”
My mom took me to all of my doctor’s appointments and helped me
get on the waiting list for family housing. By the time Karrie was born, I had
our small home in order and ready for her arrival.
I thought I was ready and knew what to expect.
I was wrong.
The past two years have been the most challenging years of my
life. I’ve learned a lot, and am a better mother and person because of it. But
I’m tired…and lonely.
The friends I used to hang with are living the single life. I’ve
made some new friends here, but we all have kids and they're our top priority.
About once a month my mom takes Karrie for the weekend and I get
the opportunity to have some alone time. I usually clean up the house and take
advantage of the quiet to do homework, but sometimes I go out.
I learned my lesson though. I haven’t had sex since I found out
I was pregnant with Karrie. Not only am I still carrying around some excess
baby weight, but the thought of getting pregnant again is terrific birth
control.
I’m not saying I never date or anything, because I’ve gone on a
few. But I never go past a couple dates with the same guy, and I’ve never
introduced any of them to Karrie. No way am I bringing random guys into her
life.
I’ll hook up. I love that feeling that comes from first kisses
and anticipation, but any real satisfaction comes from my own hand. Unfortunately,
I’ve gotten really good at pleasing myself.
I missed the touch of a man, but on the upside, I found my
G-spot the other day.
This was one of the weekends where Karebear was with my mom. I’d
cleaned the house as much as possible and got caught up on all of my homework,
so I had no excuse not to go out with my friend, James. Her parents wanted her
to be a boy, hence her name, but it actually fits her perfectly.
I met James in my Religious Exploration class last semester. We
sat next to each other on the first day, and have been hanging out sporadically
ever since. She’s a hard person to tie down. She doesn’t like making plans or
having relationships that involve commitment or planning. She’s my polar
opposite, and that’s probably why I enjoy hanging out with her. She brings out
a totally different side of me. When I’m with her I’m free of responsibility,
it’s a nice feeling.
When I pulled on my tight jeans and low-cut blouse, I smiled at
the way my assets were displayed. I certainly never filled out jeans this well
when I was a size four. I kind of enjoyed the ass and boobs that came from
bearing a child. Some of the perks, I guess.
After my eyes were perfectly smoky and my hair was flat-ironed
until it couldn’t get any straighter, I headed out the door to meet James.
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