Hello! When I think about my new novella Baby Love, the word "surprise" comes to mind. I didn't plan to write Trent's story. It came to me just like the baby that shows up on his doorstep in Baby Love… quite an unexpected surprise.
I had so much fun writing about Trent, who first appeared in Playing for Love as Paige Scott's half-brother. (They share the same father, although the late Warren Scott would prefer that little fact remain a secret.)
Speaking of fun, did I mention Baby Love is a romantic comedy? (Don't worry if you didn't read the other books yet. This book can be read as a stand alone.)
Baby Love is now available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble. It's on sale for $1.99 (regular price $2.99) until July 13th. Here are the first few pages to get you started.
Hope you enjoy! Don't forget to comment below to let me know what you think.
baby love. by tia kelly.
“Where are you going? You can’t leave yet. You know they’re going to want yours, too.”
Warren’s panicked pleas echoed throughout the empty corridor, but Trent refused to look back at his older brother or return to the conference room to take yet another DNA test.
“Yo, Trent! Man, we need you.” His late father’s namesake and the only other full-blooded child born to both Warren and Lilian Scott picked up speed to catch up with Trent. Their other supposed siblings whose mothers often attached the Scott last name on their birth certificates always appeared in their lives with a big question mark and lots of paperwork… except for today. Today Trent knew his dad had fathered that kid.
Punching the elevator button, he willed it to come sooner rather than later. With both hands jammed into his pockets and his six-seven frame facing forward, Trent sighed realizing his brother still didn’t get the message he tried sending him before walking out of their lawyer’s office.
“Return for what? Aren’t you tired of this?” Trent ground out the words through his clenched teeth. “This is the eighth case since Dad died.”
“Yeah, but five of them were lying.”
“Well two of them obviously didn’t. They even produced proof that Dad knew about them and had been sending money once he found out. No wonder they thought they deserved a piece of whatever he left his kids.” Trent looked down into Warren’s face, surprising himself with his own words. The elevator doors slid open and he stared into the empty enclosed space, willing his feet to take him inside. He wanted to eject himself from this Groundhog’s Day moment. “Did you see him? You know that’s Dad’s kid.”
Warren reached out to grip Trent’s arm. Narrowing his eyes – hazel ones of gold and green intensified by flecks of brown. They were eyes identical to Trent’s, their father’s and as much as he hated to admit it, three -year-old Jason holding onto his mother for dear life back inside the conference room. “Don’t say that out loud. You know ever since Pops died that all these THOTs were going to jump out staking claim on what’s ours.”
Trent turned around. “On what?” he growled out. “To claim the debt? The headaches from paying off baby mamas trying to keep all of this out the press? Us pushing them to give their child some last name other than Scott?”
“Dude chill. What the hell has gotten into you lately?”
Yeah, what? Trent asked himself, but now was not the time nor was the family lawyer’s office the place. What Trent needed was a vacation. It had been a few months since his last one and the call from his mother’s doctor had interrupted it.
“Yes,” Trent and Warren said simultaneously. Both men turned to find a young woman eyeing them.
“They’re ready for you now.”
Trent nodded knowing delaying the collection of his samples would only postpone the inevitable while racking up even more legal expenses his deceased father’s estate could not afford. It was also a headache he needed to be handled before his mother caught wind of yet another illegitimate child.
Turning to look at his brother, Trent grew irritated after catching Warren Junior do what Warren Senior did best. Chase after the wrong one. Eyeing the rings on the woman’s left hand, Trent shook his head and nudged Warren toward the conference room. He didn’t bother warning Warren away from her, as it would be the pot calling the kettle black. After all, they did what Warren Scott Senior taught his sons.
As long as you have good help to clean up after, party on.
Except now the only person left to clean any of the mess his father left behind seemed to be him.
The day replayed itself in Trent’s head, an endless loop of drama that could have been avoided if his father lived life simply by being a better man. Trent kept his eyes ahead, steering his Bentley Continental away from Manhattan. The threat of summer rain didn’t stop him from keeping the top down during his drive home to Connecticut. Even if rain pellets fell from the sky, Trent wouldn’t have noticed. His mind was busy searching for a way to silence the noise in his life and the breeze helped him sort through those thoughts.
He reached his exit and decided to take a slight detour. What Trent needed was a drink. After the Memorial Day bash last weekend, he knew his house was dry. A stop at the liquor store was in order.
He also wanted a warm body to plunge into. Driving away his tension, stroke after stroke would be the ideal remedy for a stressful week.
He gripped the wheel and blew out a harsh breath, as that thought was counterproductive. Sex was his father’s antidote. His approach to casual sex would have to change. No little Trents were going to come along and breach his world.
Standing in the grocery store half an hour later, Trent knew there was no way he was going to go down like his father. Cradling the plastic bag he got from the liquor store in his left arm, Trent bent at his waist so he could reach his preferred brand of condoms.
Hearing giggles behind him, he turned to see two women staring at him. They were cute, but he already had a date that night with the Johnnie Walker Black inside the bag.
The blonde gave him a once-over while the redhead stared at the black box he just grabbed. Hungry eyes moved to his face and she grinned. “Hi,” they said at once.
Red licked her lips and he grabbed three more value packs. The ladies giggled until Trent walked away toward the checkout lanes without as much as a backwards glance. He wasn't using the condoms that night. He wanted to do a full assessment of his own sex life before breaking the seal on any of the boxes.
“I need a price check,” the cashier said as he approached a line.
“Just great,” Trent grumbled, standing behind a woman in a gray suit, who was leaning against her cart.
“I know. I don’t get it either. Why would they only have two lines open?” the woman said.
Trent looked down at her. She had ass for days and filled out the light gray skirt just right. Her waist, the way it curved in her tailored jacket with those hips was the perfect place for his hands when she was sitting on…
“Shoot! Do you mind holding my spot?” She turned to face him and her eyes widened as they traveled up his long frame. “I forgot… to… to… I forgot something.”
She reached to tuck her dark shoulder length hair behind an ear and stared at him with the biggest, prettiest eyes he’d ever seen.
While lost in them, he realized he must have missed something she said.
“Sorry. What was that?” he asked.
“Uh, I’ll be right back,” she stammered and darted away.
She rushed off as fast as she could in her open-toed nude heels. Soft clicking of her heels blended in with the busy sounds of the after work crowd shopping around them. Captivated by the way her hips switched back and forth in the snug skirt, Trent didn’t stop staring until a box fell from his arms.
He bent to pick up his condoms, and as he stood, he saw the contents of the cart.
Damn, that’s a lot of whipped cream. Why would anyone need eight bottles?
“Thanks.” The beauty appeared in front of him a few minutes later, breathless and smiling. She plunked an arm full of chocolate syrup in her cart.
Eight bottles of chocolate, too?
That wouldn’t have been that out of place in her cart if it weren’t for the rolls of duct tape and baby oil between the whipped cream and chocolate syrup.
Reaching for an empty handheld basket from beneath the conveyor belt to toss his own groceries in, he craned his neck to check out the contents in her cart.
Is it legal to buy that many boxes of Jell-O? Is that Mr. Bubbles?
“Be careful,” she warned as she pointed to the floor beneath the cart. The more he heard, the sexier that smoky voice of hers sounded. “Looks like I’m starting to melt.”
And five bags of ice.
“Oh,” she whispered and the part of his anatomy he placed on probation stirred to life at the sound.
Round brown eyes gaped at his basket. Trent followed her gaze and chuckled. The condoms.
He looked at the boxes – all four of them – and knew something bizarre had to be going through her mind. He wanted to tell her, explain that it was just a precaution – a life one – and not as strange as it looked.
Ding. She flinched at the sound and peeled her eyes away from him. Now he was watching her, amused by the way she wrinkled her nose when she moved the phone closer to her face.
“I’m sorry, but I left my glasses in the car and can’t read this. Can you tell me what it says?” She held her phone out for him.
“Sure.” He grinned and opened his hand to accept it. Her soft fingers grazed his palm sparking a vision in his head of her wearing dark-rimmed glasses, but his fantasy didn't stop there. He imagined underneath that skirt was something sheer and lacy in the same color of lavender as her blouse. And a beauty mark high up on her thigh. She was the type that had a little gem hidden for only her lover to see and kiss behind closed doors. A lady in the streets…
Trent stared at the message in disbelief and looked back at the woman with a cart full of interesting items. “Mackerel?”
“Are you kidding me?” She sighed heavily. “Do you mind?” Without waiting for a response, she slipped out of line again.
“Your phone,” Trent called out after her, but she rushed toward the back of the store anyway.
The line moved and Trent eased the cart forward. A few minutes later, the phone chimed again. He looked at the screen. The message was from someone named Ashley, and he couldn’t help laughing. These girls were freaks.
When she returned, he said, “I don’t know if I'm turned off or turned on.”
She dumped two packs of mackerel in the cart. “Excuse me?” With a hand on her hip, she frowned at him.
Handing her the phone, Trent shrugged. “Looks like all your little party is missing now are condoms.”
“And I see yours isn’t.”
“You have that covered enough for the both of us. Planning on screwing twenty hookers tonight?” she asked, pointing at the boxes. Before he could answer, she nodded at the two bottles of Johnnie Walker peeking out the top of his bag. “Getting them drunk first?”
“I never have to get them drunk, sweetheart.”
Her eyes sparkled when she blushed. He liked that.
“You got a message while you were away. Your friends want you to get a box of condoms.” He tossed a box inside her cart and added, “Here, I’ll save you the trip. A couple of the hookers called and said they can’t make it.”
Her face flushed from embarrassment and made him wonder what she looked like if he teased her for doing something naughty. Feeling the sudden snugness in his pants, Trent closed his eyes and tried to will his growing erection away. Lowering the bag of liquor, he used it to conceal his groin.
Focus Trent. He stopped on his way home for brown liquor. The rubbers were an afterthought he’d use after his pity party, not before.
“I’m so embarrassed,” she said.
I’ll be, too, if I don’t get out of here soon.
A cashier appeared alongside them and smiled at him. “I can take you in the next lane.”
He considered asking for her number. Maybe they could hook up once he figured out how he could do it responsibly. Then he thought it was best if he left it alone. Getting one last good look at her, Trent winked.
“Don’t put too much of a hurting on him with your mackerel,” he teased.
She smiled but kept her eyes cast downward. “You just make sure those hookers don’t get too tipsy off the scotch. Can’t have all those corners vacant for too long.”
“I’ll try to be considerate. Have a good one.”
“Thanks. You too.”
He chuckled and nodded before turning to follow the cashier.
Copyright © 2015 by Tia Kelly. All rights reserved.
About Baby Love:
The son of an NBA legend, Trent Scott was born a catch and groomed since birth to know it. Little fazes him, including the mystery woman that appears on his doorstep with a baby in tow… even when she claims Trent is the father before disappearing. Until he can prove otherwise and find the delusional woman, he’s stuck caring for a kid he knows can’t be his… or is it?
Brandi Avery is ready to start the next chapter of her life. After coming to the rescue of a frazzled (and extremely attractive) stranger with an adorable (yet obviously upset) baby, she can’t help but fall for Trent Scott… which wouldn’t be so bad if she could convince him to feel the same way about her.
Baby Love is a romantic comedy.
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