My Daughter's Boyfriend: A Novel

My Daughter's Boyfriend: A Novel

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by Cydney Rax

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MY DAUGHTER’S BOYFRIEND offers up the spicy tale of an impossibly tricky love triangle and marks the debut of a fresh and provocative new writer.

Tracey Davenport was only seventeen when she had her daughter, Lauren, and has proudly raised her as a single mom. Now that Lauren is seventeen herself, Tracey is pleased to see that her daughter has…  See more details below


MY DAUGHTER’S BOYFRIEND offers up the spicy tale of an impossibly tricky love triangle and marks the debut of a fresh and provocative new writer.

Tracey Davenport was only seventeen when she had her daughter, Lauren, and has proudly raised her as a single mom. Now that Lauren is seventeen herself, Tracey is pleased to see that her daughter has taken her advice to heart: Lauren wants to wait instead of having sex with Aaron, a college student and her first real boyfriend. But Lauren’s decision causes a chain reaction that no one could have anticipated. In a few chance encounters, sparks fly between thirtysomething Tracey and twentysomething Aaron. Coming off yet another disappointing relationship with a cheating bachelor her own age, Tracey is surprised to find that her daughter’s boyfriend is mature and understanding beyond his years, and Aaron discovers that his girlfriend’s mom is smart, womanly, and, well, very sexy. Eventually, what begins as a harmless flirtation turns into something much, much hotter. And that’s when things really get complicated.

Told in the alternating voices of the three lovers, My Daughter’s Boyfriend is full of sharp, lively observations about mothers and daughters, black men and women, and the truth about love and lust. Audacious and compelling, it’s the book everyone will be talking about.

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Publishers Weekly
The author of My Daughter's Boyfriend re-sifts and comes up with an irresistible title based on a cool-headed premise. Anya Meadows suffers from FSAD-Female Sexual Arousal Disorder ("a condition that affects 47 million women for a variety of reasons"). To keep her husband Neil ("a taller, thinner, less insane version of Mike Tyson") from leaving her and daughter Reese, she proposes a contract: find a girlfriend, sort of: oral sex only, encounters no more than twice a week, no falling in love. The book opens, alas, with Anya sitting at home, awaiting word on the birth of Neil's new son, Braxton, with Neil's contract-girlfriend (and co-worker) Danielle. Rax shifts the book's first person among the three principles fluidly: Anya loves her stay-at-home-mom lifestyle, dependent on Neil's job as a capital projects manager at a local Houston college. Trying-to-do-the-right-thing Neil loves Anya, but also cares for the few-class-tiers-lower Dani, who is (in her own words) "spirited, decent-looking, employed, fun-loving, supportive." But among other drama, Neil's boss finds it unacceptable that a married, "high-profile" member of the department is "openly having babies with someone else." Rax manages the fallout from her exaggerated plot with insight, zip and wit, and airs multiple conflicts within black middle-class life in compelling detail. (Nov.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
In this brash first novel, Tracey Kendricks gets her mojo working in a big way: after her 17-year-old daughter rejects sex with boyfriend Aaron, 19, he finds a willing partner in 34-year-old Tracy herself. Comparisons with Terry McMillan's How Stella Got Her Groove Back end there, as self-absorbed Tracey alternately begs, hollers, and whines her way in and out of several relationships, ignores her daughter Lauren's feelings entirely by stealing Aaron, and storms around in her car waiting for her cell phone to ring. What could have been a breezy, in-your-face fling turns into a hard lesson when Tracey gets a message from God about her bad behavior. Readers not alienated by the unlikable Tracey will tire of the wooden dialog, monotonous plot, endless variations on the verb to be. This is thin fare, even for the beach. Not recommended.-Jennifer Baker, Seattle P.L. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Lonely mom, handsome college student, resentful daughter. Tracey Kendricks kicked her honey to the curb after a screaming fight with the heffa he was seeing on the side. Where are all the good men? And why do single mothers have so much trouble finding one? At the age of 17, Tracey gave birth to daughter Lauren, who just turned 17 herself. Without much help, Tracey raised her child and did it right, but when does she get to have some fun? She's only 34 and not ready to give up on sex and romance. Just her luck: Aaron Oliver, the college student who's been dating Lauren, happens to see Tracey in bra and panties, and the gleam in his eyes and the husky catch in his voice let her know what he's thinking (same thing she's thinking). Good thing Aaron breaks up with Lauren not too long after that. Next step, a passionate affair has him and Tracey sneaking around and acting crazy. It's not long before Lauren finds out. Yes, there's hell to pay-and healing to come at a mother-daughter retreat. Juicy debut, capably written. Rax keeps it real, and Tracey is genuinely likable, for all her sins. Author tour. Agent: Claudia Menza/CMLA
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“Fascinating, witty, and thought-provoking . . . full of memorable characters. My Daughter’s Boyfriend is the perfect summer read.” —Zane

“Warning: Once you pick up My Daughter’s Boyfriend, you will not be able to put it down. It’s the book you’ll be talking about with your girlfriends as if you’ve just heard a bit of good gossip and can’t hold your tongue.” —Renee Swindle, author of Please Please Please

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It was the second Thursday in November. It was also the day that my daughter, Lauren Hayes, turned seventeen. As soon as I thought she'd woken up, I burst into her bedroom with a card, a glass vase stuffed with pink spray roses, and a tiny rectangular birthday cake punctured with a single burning candle that spelled out the word celebrate. We ate one thick slice of her favorite, German chocolate, and my daughter then informed me that the festivities would continue that night. She'd been invited out for a bite to eat.

Later Lauren was surging through the apartment looking for her slingbacks and fussing with her French twist. And because I like to cool down after putting in my eight hours of workplace labor, I started my weekday ritual. As soon as I get home, I close the blinds and disrobe--my way of enjoying my world in comfort and without distraction. This particular evening I had on some white lace panties and a matching bra.

I was passing through the dining room, which has a mirrored wall. Everything was fine until I noticed my reflection. For most people there's always one body part or another that they don't like, and I'm what some might consider "thick," but even so, I'm proud of my creamy-looking legs and voluptuous thighs.

I was captivated by my appearance, but felt annoyed when I caught my daughter staring.

"Don't you have to get ready, girl?" I asked her from the mirror.

My daughter, five-seven compared to my five-five, inherited her daddy's fair complexion and long skinny legs. Although several people accuse Lauren of tinting her hair, those reddish and blond roots come natural. She has a mole above her lip. And she is blessed with some Beyonce-type eyes: wide, exotic, and sparkly. In spite of Lauren's cockeyed stare and her mouthing off that "Ugh! Nobody wants to see you half-dressed," I was too unnerved to admonish her for her ill manners. She shoved a red T-shirt and some black leggings in my hand, and stormed off to her bedroom. I slipped the T-shirt over my head, but thought it was too warm for the leggings, so I laid them on the brown leather sofa.

Once Lauren disappeared, I stole a look at my surroundings. Under normal circumstances our apartment was low-maintenance and free of excessive clutter. But tonight the place looked jacked. Piles of T-shirts and musty-smelling jeans made a trail from my bedroom to the living room. Dirty plates and crusty silverware littered the kitchen counter, and I wanted to start organizing the magazines that had multiplied all over the front area.

There's a wide column of built-in shelves that take up a wall in my living room. I was crouched in front of it, busy doing my domestic thing, back turned, when I heard this voice rush from behind.

"Well, hellooo, Mrs. Davenport."

I turned my head so sharp I heard a bone pop. A flush of heat penetrated my face from the inside out. I had on the T-shirt, but he could still see my panties, and my legs were uncovered. I didn't know if I should excuse myself, or skip the apologies and shove a huge throw pillow against my lower half. But, paralyzed as I felt, all I could do was stare.

Even though he'd been dating my daughter for quite a few months, it was always hard to catch him for long stretches of time; it seemed he and my daughter were always running in and out of the apartment to be with each other.

But tonight, Aaron Khristian Oliver hovered over me dressed in a wine-colored suit and a multicolored necktie. In some ways his looks reminded me of a tall version of the actor RonReaco Lee. His dark wavy hair, lightly trimmed mustache, and athletic body made it difficult to deny that Aaron Oliver put the "hot" in "hottie." His hands were shoved in his pockets and he tried to play things off, raising his eyes a little, but I knew he noticed my legs.

I turned from Aaron and my mind said, What the--okay, don't say nothing, just leave the room, no, no, his staring feels kinda--but this ain't cool, Lauren's only a few steps away . . . what if she . . . oh God, Jesus God.

Once those thoughts vanished, I felt a teensy bit tensed, but managed to sigh like his standing near was no biggie. I don't like letting any guy intimidate me, even if he does intimidate me. But just when I thought I was the one who controlled my world, I heard Aaron say real low yet audibly, "Mmm, mmm, wow."

At first his flirtation seemed silly. Yeah, right, he's gotta be kidding, I thought. Young fool, he's just messing with me. Ha ha ha, funny, funny funny.

I started to go on about my business, but Aaron wouldn't stop staring. Usually when men stare, I get annoyed and want to look anywhere except at the man whose eyes won't let me go. But with Aaron, this was different. I felt myself blushing, wanting to smile almost. Yet something screamed, He's crossed a line. Perform tongue-fu on him. Tell him his ass is grass and you're the lawn mower. But then another instigating inner voice said, Eat it up, Tracey Lorraine Davenport. It's okay for him to stare.

It felt weird to admit that I liked the way he lifted me. And after what I'd been through on my lunch break that day, hearing a long whistle and assuming it was a man, just to find out it was a bird, this was definitely an upgrade.

I turned and smiled at Aaron as widely and sweetly as possible. His body was so close he could have reached out and caressed my arm. I felt frozen to the floor.

"Mmmm, you look . . . never mind," he said in a low voice. Then he made a what's-the-matter-with-me groan and looked at the ceiling, at the floor, then back at me. I waved my hand at him so he could keep on talking, but without warning, he gave me a hardened stare and backed away.

Can you believe I felt a tiny stab of loneliness, just that quick? From enjoying the highs of feeling like an "it" girl, to being so-last-year, just that fast?

I stood only a couple feet away from him, but it felt like he was on the other side of the earth. He was standing next to the door, mumbling what sounded like "damn," and he was clutching and turning the doorknob.

"Hey," I said, stepping close to Aaron and forcing him to look at me again.

Aaron lifted his head and opened his mouth, but instead of hearing his words, I heard, "Mom, what are you doing?"

Right then I felt like the child and not the mother. I jumped back from the guy far enough to create some innocent distance between us. I covered my thighs with my hands, then grabbed a few magazines and placed them in front of my crotch with an overdue "This is so embarrassing. Aaron, don't you know how to ring a doorbell instead of just walking in here?"

I glanced at Lauren, apologized with my eyes. Her terse expression softened a little, but not enough to make me feel totally at peace.

The entire atmosphere shifted, the tantalizing moment escaping with few promises of a return. I even retrieved the leggings from the couch and scurried to my room and slid my legs inside them. Once my hands stopped shaking, and when I felt calm enough to emerge, I rushed past Aaron and resumed stacking magazines.

Aaron hung around for a little bit longer, until Lauren was ready. She grabbed him by the hand, snatching him through the door and toward the safety of the outside world. Yet before they left, and all the time he was standing there, I never made eye contact with him again. But I'd bet a hundred bucks, even though all three of us were in the same room, that my daughter's boyfriend sneaked another peek at me.

She didn't have to worry, though. I liked his attention, loved how good his stare made me feel, but after thinking about things long and hard, I decided I wasn't going to be a fool. Once I knew they were gone, I said out loud to the mirror with a strong voice, "Aaron is just a kid. And I don't do kids."

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My Daughter's Boyfriend: A Novel 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 22 reviews.
sharena stinson More than 1 year ago
LionessLH More than 1 year ago
The author made the characters too undecisive about what they wanted to do. Either be together or not.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
for a first time writer i think she did awsome.It was enough to keep reading to find out what was in the end, so i think she can definately do it again and again.
Guest More than 1 year ago
the book was ok....real juicy when i wanted to get to how tracey and aaron started sleeping together, but after that it was kinda boring nothing special about the sex scenes (which is always what catches a readers eye) and the way lauren reacted to the whole thing was totally unreal....i know i woulda acted differently toward both aaron and tracey if i were her. but hey this was rax's first novel. we'll give her room to improve for next time.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I live in Houston & it wasnt really right. If I was Lauren I would have handled the situation in a totally different way. Should have ended way different. Cyndey Rax needs to step up her game for her next novel.
Guest More than 1 year ago
My Daughter's Boyfriend is a novel that tells of a mother's betrayal towards her 17 year-old daughter that reaches a forbidden climax that no one with morals should want to experience. When I finished this book I was looking for suggested listings of self-help groups or counseling services.
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I rushed to Barnes & Nobles when they told me that my $24 dollar copy of My Daughter's Boyfriend was in, because I simply could not wait to bury my head in the hot juicy drama that I thought it was going to give me. I have to admit it was a very twisted and different story that I was NOT used to reading, but I think that I was disappoint of how it ended. And for the life of me I was just out done about how the mother expected her daughter to just deal with the situation and get over her being with her boyfriend. She gives the words 'selfish' it's true meaning. Overall Cydney Rax I think that you did great for your first novel. Good 4 U!
Guest More than 1 year ago
All I Could Do Was Shake My Head On This One.... This Book Was 'Scandalous' Tracey Seems To Be Thinking Only Of Her Own 'Sexual Needs,Shes Goes As Far As Trapping Her Daughters Man In Her Bed...Which He Was Quite Happy To Do. He Went Right Along With The Show,From The Time When The Flirting Started, Until The Very End.As I Continue To Read, I Had My Own Prediction On How Lauren Was Gonna Learn The Real Truth, Of All Of The Mysterious Actions Of Aaron. I Was Right On The Money With This One..The Mother Should Have Been Ashame Of Herself, Going Behind Her Daughters Back, Just For Her Own Sexual Satisfation. If You Can Do This To Your Own Flesh & Blood, Yikes!!!.This Book Was HOTTTTTTT, I Wasnt Disappointed At All... Hats Off To The Author..
Guest More than 1 year ago
Lauren Hayes and Aaron Khristian Oliver are the perfect happy, young couple. They have a great relationship and they get along well and care for each other a lot. They only seem to have one issue with their relationship and that¿s sex. Aaron wants it but Lauren¿s just not quite ready since she¿s only 17 and her mother does not want her to go down the road she¿s already traveled ¿ a young, unwed parent. So, listening to her mother¿s advice, she refrains from sex and she¿s proud of knowing she¿s still a virgin and is just waiting for the right time. Unfortunately for Lauren, Tracey Davenport steps in the way and is about to steal her man and, it just so happens that Tracey is Lauren¿s MOTHER! Tracey, after being unceremoniously dumped by her now ex-boyfriend, Steve Monroe, starts to notice and like Aaron after he visits her and her daughter¿s home a few times. One thing leads to the next, and they¿re in a full-fledged SCANDALOUS love affair and Lauren¿s left in the dark¿ With dialogue that¿s honest and emotions that put the reader in the scenes, Cydney Rax has written a book that will have you laughing one minute, cheering the next minute, and then mad at someone¿s stupid antics in the next. These are characters that the reader will care about and root for even if they realize that they might end up rooting for the wrong ones! My Daughter¿s Boyfriend, told from the perspective of Tracey, Lauren, and Aaron, is a roller coaster ride of what lengths people will go to in order to try to make themselves happy and fulfilled. A fast paced, page-turner by author Cydney Rax is sure to be a hit amongst lovers of contemporary African American fiction and her book is sure to give people something to talk about in book club discussions around the world.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This story was funny but kind of crazy too
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The book was really great but the momma was soooooo wrong
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Cydney Rax makes her writing debut with My Daughter's Boyfriend, the story of a single mother raising her 17-year old daughter, Lauren. Tracy has always asked Lauren to wait until she has sex, which Lauren has no problem doing, but Aaron, Lauren's college boyfriend does. It is no secret that Tracy and Aaron will have a sexual relationship, one they obviously must hide from Lauren. And one, Tracy harbors guilt for, but will her guilt make her stop something that she should never have started in the first place? What, besides sex, does this thirty-something single mother have in common with a college student? And how on earth could a mother sleep with her daughter's boyfriend? I'm sure some readers will be able to relate because there are some who have either been the mother, the daughter or the boyfriend. As I was reading the book, I found it hard to believe that this was the author's first novel. I loved the fact the story line did not get weighed down with too much description and that Cydney Rax left enough for the reader's imagination to take over. My Daughter's Boyfriend is not a story that is told often, but we all know this happens. Being a mother of a teenage daughter, I tried to put myself in Tracy's shoes. I couldn't see myself falling into such a love triangle. At times, I was so upset with the mother, I wanted to put the book down, but couldn't because I wanted to know what would happen to that messy situation in the end. While reading, I was on an emotional rollercoaster. One minute, I hated Tracy and thought she was immature and irrational, the next, I felt sorry for her. In the end, the book did not leave me disappointed and I have included this novel as a recommended read for Ebony Dimensions Book club. I'm sure we're going to have fun with this one, and knowing the ladies, our discussion will get quite lively.