Sample Sunday- Lessons In Love

Hey everyone!! Wow, it has been awhile since I’d posted anything on my blog (sorry about that), but I’ve been so busy trying to finish Lessons In Love while working, and other personal stuff, so honestly, I’m physically and emotionally drained.

Speaking of Lessons In Love, I hope you all have pre-ordered your copy of the first book in my brand new series, because it will be available on July 31st! I’m really excited about this book, along with the entire series, because each story will only be explained through the main character’s POV (compared to my other stories, in which the story is usually told from both the heroine/hero’s POVs).

The first book will be told in Trina’s POV as she struggles to move on after she finds out her  boyfriend has been two-timing her.  I don’t want to give too much away, but I will give a tiny preview of the story, in which Trina goes back to her childhood.

This excerpt is unedited. Enjoy! 🙂

June, 1992

“Mama!”

“Yes, T!”

I stared at myself in my full-length mirror, wondering will I be like my mom when I grow up. I wonder if I’ll look like her or dress like her, or even act like her. Even though I’m only 6, I always had a curious mind, so of course I always think about the future. With how my life is going right now, I had to think like a grown up. My mom sure not.

It’s not as if she’s not there for me; she is, but there are times when I wished she would slow down with dating multiple men and just spend time with me. Even I know that she gets into relationships too quickly, which all ended up in failure. That’s why I wasn’t concerned about meeting Gary, the new man in her life. I knew for a fact he wouldn’t last either.

I was still looking at myself when my mom walked into my room. She looked beautiful, dressed in a green sleeveless dress, which went with her caramel complexion. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail as she gave a concerned look.

“Child, why haven’t you packed yet? Your aunt Dedra is coming soon to pick you up.”

I gave a long-winded sigh. That’s what my weekend consisted of. While my mom went out, I went to my aunt’s house to spend time with her. Although she didn’t mind, I knew she was frustrated because she was only 23 and could be doing something else with her weekend than spending it babysitting her niece.

“I’m already packed.” I mumbled before sitting on my bed. Sometimes after coming home from Aunt Dedra’s, I don’t even unpack because I knew I’ll be back there again.

“Then what’s wrong? Why did you call me?”

I sighed, wondering why I’m even mentioning this, but I had to ask. “Why don’t you want to spend the weekends with me? Is it because it reminds you of Dad?”

My mom lowered her head and took a deep breath before sitting beside me. She put my hand into hers and sighed. “I know I have been out a lot, and I’m sorry, but we do spend time together. Despite what happened with your dad and me, I would never blame you for that. You are my mini-me, so don’t you forget that.”

I smiled. “Why do you always call me that?”

She gave a slight chuckle before speaking. “Because that’s what your dad used to call you. You’re the splitting image of me, so he always said that you’re my mini me.”

I lowered my head when my mom placed a hand on my chin so she could stare at me. “I know you miss him. I miss him too.”

“Is that why you’re dating different men? So you can feel wanted?”

My mom titled her head as she gave a slight shiver. “Why would you say that?”

“Because you felt lonely when Dad died. Why do you need a replacement husband when you have me?”

My mom caressed my cheek and smiled. “Honey, no one can ever replace you or even your dad. Your dad was one of a kind. Even though he was, he’s not here, so of course I would want to talk to other men. He’s been gone for awhile now, so it’s time for me to move on.”

“He’s been gone for a year.”

“He has, but I know your father. He wouldn’t want me moping around feeling sorry for myself. Instead, he would want me to go out and date. He would want this, T.”

I slowly shrugged, knowing my mom was still struggling with the fact that my dad was gone. He died from lung cancer, which shocked everyone, because he never smoked. My mom still never gotten over his death; that’s why she wants to find another husband immediately. I may be a child, but I know the signs.

“Okay, enough talking, Trina. Your auntie will be here soon.”

I nodded as my shoulders slumped. I guess that talk didn’t help at all. I slowly got up to grab my shoes. I sat back on the bed and looked at myself in the mirror again. My mom walked out of my room as I continued to stare. A tear rolled down my cheek as I looked down to the floor. I do look like my mom, but I hope I never have her personality when I grow up. I know if I ever become a mother, I would never do the things she’s doing right now. Maybe she will change in the future; but right now, it seems highly unlikely that she will.

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