Kennedy Anderson has continually struggled with the crummy hand life has dealt her. A failed, abusive marriage has left her worn, yet relieved that the past is finally locked away. Unfortunately, the past has a way of repeating itself. Once again faced with tragedy and despair, Kennedy’s anguish is multiplied by the fact that she doesn’t suffer alone; she now has a two-year-old daughter, Ashlynn.
Love has only served to complicate Corbin Nash’s life.
He’s focused, hardworking, and dedicated to regaining his middleweight title until the unlikely duo of Kennedy and Ashlynn enter his life. While trying to help her fight her demons, Corbin finds his own resurfacing, steadily revealing the secrets he’s worked so hard to keep buried the last eighteen years.
Two beaten and battered souls, desperate to break free of the misery...
Will they cower to their plagued pasts, or will they fight through the despair and finally find the happiness that has evaded them their entire lives?
“You want to come play with me?”
Sitting up, I reach over and bring her close to my face. I tickle her, and she squeals and giggles. It’s the best fucking sound my ears have ever heard.
“Sure, Ash. Just let me go grab a shirt, and I will come play outside with you and your mom.”
“Yay!!” She squeals jumping up and down next to me. “Huwwy up, Corbee, let go!!”
I grab a shirt off my bed and throw it on over my head. I grab the bubbles I bought just the other day, but the weather hasn’t been nice enough for it until today. I walk outside and watch the girls lying in the grass just outside the sliding glass door. I open the bubbles as I walk, spilling some on the way, trying to be quiet, so I can blow bubbles over them as they lie there looking up into the sky.
“That one looks like a kitty cat, Mommy,”
Ashlynn says while pointing at the clouds in the sky.
“It sure does, baby,” Kennedy says.
I take the little wand, pull it out and blow. Bubbles fly everywhere over them. Ashlynn starts giggling with excitement. Kennedy looks over her head in my direction and smiles.
“Good touch there, playboy!” Kennedy says.
I laugh. “Thanks, I thought she’d like bubbles.”
“You thought right,” Kennedy says.