Monday, June 23, 2014

The Trap by Beverly Kendall - Blog Tour, Book Review, Giveaway




Looking back, I should have seen it coming.

Paige didn’t like that I went so far away to university. But it was going to only be for two years. She'd join me after she did her two years at community college. I thought we could swing that no problem. We were solid.

But she hated the distance. She hated not seeing me every day. She complained that I didn’t come home enough. She hated that for months on end, texting and phone calls were our only form of communication. It wasn’t enough.

She'd ask about the girls on campus. She’d gotten it into her head that girls were always making a play for me. I laughed and told her, even if that were true, I’d never cheat on her. She didn't seem completely reassured by that.

The bottom line is, Paige thought she was losing me. She wanted me home with her. But I could never imagine the level she'd sink to—the trap she’d set to make that happen.

And like an idiot I walked right into it.
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I don’t know who am I going to hate more: Mitch or Paige?

Paige managed to got herself pregnant because she forgot to take her pills – lessons everyone!!! Forgetfulness has dire consequences, especially when you’re too young to forget important stuffs, such as, birth control pills. They were already planning for their future, where to study, where to live – but what they didn’t plan for was the baby.

Mitch – was it just a part of his denial? Or because he felt betrayed? Regardless, he should’ve manned up. I could have blamed it all to Josh for giving him all those advice, and talking some stuffs into him. But in the end, he was the one who will make the final decision, and when he did, it just broke my heart. How can you effin do that?

I was happy that Paige has a load of support system, her mom was pretty cool, she has two great friends and an unexpected person came into the picture. Diane, Mitch’s older sister, I really appreciate her trying to offer help and reaching out to Paige. She might have lost Mitch, but she has her family, her friends and her baby – something Mitch didn’t have.

I hope he eats his heart out when he finally sees his baby! Arghhhh!  

If this is the appetizer, I could not wait until I get a taste of the main course – because baby, this one might be short, but it’s going to shatter your heart into bits and pieces. I loved every page of it, I wholeheartedly embrace the pain, I’m sure I’ll be rewarded accordingly when Trapped will finally be out in the market.

This is one of those moments when I hated to read a prequel when the novel is yet to be published. Especially when the said prequel is amazing enough to make you crave for the novel itself. This is what The Trap did to me. It had me trapped, and not I have to wait until July 7 until I finally get to read the story of Paige and Mitch.


•Complimentary Copy was given in exchange for an honest review.•


 
The second Mitch comes back, I don’t sense something’s wrong, I know it. When he walks over to the bed and hands me the plate of crackers, his expression is carefully blank. Accompanying his return and clinging to him like a second skin is a draft of wintery air.

Wholly unnerved, I accept the plate slowly and watch him with mounting apprehension. Instead of resuming his seat on the bed, with a fleeting glance at me, he moves and stations himself in front of the window. There he shoves his hands in the front pockets of his jeans and peers through the vertical blinds out into the backyard. There’s not much to see back there but a square, concrete patio and a small lawn that my mom’s boyfriend, Randy, insisted on mowing last week.

“What’s wrong?”

He doesn’t answer, just keeps staring out the window but it’s obvious he’s not looking at anything in particular. Plus his jaw is tight and his shoulders are bunched, which is the way he gets when he’s tense.

“Mitch?” I prompt, my anxiety climbing at double-digit increments.

“Are you still on birth control?”

My heart jumps at the question. My stomach promptly sinks at the cold flatness of his tone.

He knows.


 

Beverley discovered her love of books while growing up in, the then, small city of Barrie, Ontario Canada. With her love of books and romance, she always wished that everyone would find their happily ever after. She currently writes sexy historical, new adult, and contemporary romances.

As the mother of one too bright and mischievous young boy, she pulls full-time duty on all fronts. When she's not writing full-time, raising her son or running The Season review website, she's probably reading or daydreaming of a time when she'll have time for her favourite hobbies: knitting, crocheting and sewing.

Beverley has lived on two continents, in three countries, two provinces, and four states. She stopped her nomadic existence and settled in the southeast. All things artistic feed her creative passion, but none more than writing. Readers can visit her at: beverleykendall.com.




Mark your calendars!!!

Releasing July 7, 2014

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 Mitch returns ready to earn the love and trust of the child he'd abandoned before birth. 

Letting him into my daughter’s life is one thing but letting him back into mine isn't going to happen. Ever. 

Now if only I can get my heart to heed the lessons of the past.



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