Single Mama's Got More Drama [NOOK Book]


This single mama's been through hell—her cheating (and still married) fiancé is dead, her professional reputation is in tatters, the man she really loves walked out of her life and, worst of all, she's about to lose her fabulous South Beach condo to a conniving bitch.

And it ain't over yet.

Which makes Lewis Carter's marriage proposal even worse. Vanessa's ex-boyfriend is offering her a way out—marry him and poof! her financial problems are ...

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This single mama's been through hell—her cheating (and still married) fiancé is dead, her professional reputation is in tatters, the man she really loves walked out of her life and, worst of all, she's about to lose her fabulous South Beach condo to a conniving bitch.

And it ain't over yet.

Which makes Lewis Carter's marriage proposal even worse. Vanessa's ex-boyfriend is offering her a way out—marry him and poof! her financial problems are history. She knows firsthand what a player he is, but Lewis claims those days are over, and that if Vanessa loved him once, she can love him again. All she has to do is say yes.

Marrying Lewis would be the solution to everything—Vanessa could keep her condo, she'd have security for her daughter, and heaven knows the man's hotter than Miami sunshine. But how can she when she's still in love with motivational speaker Chaz Andersen?

Should she follow her head (go with the money, honey!) or her heart (choose Chaz, choose love!)? No matter which man wins, this single mama is about to get even more drama when her daughter's babydaddy shows up, wanting the most important thing of all: her child.

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Publishers Weekly

Vanessa Cain returns in Perrin's over-the-top sequel to Single Mama Drama. With her fiancé dead and his wife hounding her for her condo, Vanessa is in desperate straits. Ex-boyfriend Lewis has proposed marriage and financial stability, but her heart belongs to Chaz, a motivational speaker who left her after she lied to him. Vanessa must also contend with Byron, her daughter's deadbeat father, who has been growing increasingly aggressive in his demands to see his child. The book doesn't lack for drama, but it is deficient in most other areas: the characters-including Vanessa-are unbelievable, and the writing is as pedestrian as the plotting is clumsy. (Jan.)

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781459248205
  • Publisher: MIRA
  • Publication date: 8/15/2012
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 609,002
  • File size: 604 KB

Meet the Author

Kayla Perrin

Kayla Perrin is a USA TODAY and Essence bestselling author who resides in southwestern Ontario with her young daughter. She has a bachelor of arts in English and sociology and a bachelor of education, having entertained the idea of becoming a teacher—but she always knew she wanted to be a writer.

Teachers were being laid off in Toronto when Kayla graduated with her B. Ed. Frustrated, she used her time to pursue her lifelong dream of becoming a published author and proved that dreams can come true! Indeed, not landing a teaching job was a blessing in disguise. In eight years, she has had twenty-three original releases hit the shelves with three more scheduled for 2006.

Kayla's novels have received plenty of accolades and awards. She has twice had books voted onto Romance Writers of America's Top Ten Favorite Books of the Year list, nabbing the number two spot for her 2002 release, Say You Need Me. She has also been the recipient of a Career Achievement Award from Romantic Times Magazine for multicultural romance (2002). In 2001, she received an Arts Acclaim Award for her writing from the city of Brampton. Kayla's novel, Sweet Honesty, also voted an RWA Top Ten Favorite Book of the year, was optioned to be made into a movie of the week by Black Entertainment Television.

In 2005, her novel Gimme an O! received rave reviews from Publishers Weekly, The Globe and Mail, and even Entertainment Weekly magazine. Getting Even launches Harlequin's SPICE line in May 2006.

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I was locking the door to my condo when I sensed them. Sensed them and knew they meant trouble.

Securing my keys in the palm of my hand, I immediately reached down and scooped up my two-and-a-half-year-old daughter, Rayna, who was standing to my left. It was an instinctive, protective gesture—because I knew this was going to be bad.

Then, fearing the worst, I slowly turned.

My stomach lurched. Standing behind me were two very large men. One African-American, one Caucasian. Both looking like they abused steroids and had just escaped from prison.

"Vanessa Cain?" the white man asked, his voice raspy. Harsh.

I swallowed. Stalled for time.

"You are Vanessa Cain, right?" the man continued. Tattoos covered both of his forearms, which didn't exactly give me a warm and fuzzy feeling about him.

Nerves had me shifting my weight from one foot to the other. "Who wants to know?"

"We're here to help you vacate Tassie Johnson's condo," the black man said, his words sounding like a threat.

I chuckled nervously as I met his stern gaze."Excuse me?"

"It's time you leave," he told me."And never come back."

"This is my home." I pressed my face to my daughter's. "Our home.You wouldn't take a mother and child from their home, would you?"

"I'm sorry, Ms. Cain," the white man said."We're simply following orders."

"Whose orders? The court's—or Tassie's?"

"It's time," the black man began, "for you to leave.Tassie will send you your things."

"Oh, isn't that sweet of her?" I retorted sarcastically. "You want me out of here? You show me a court order. This is America.You can't just kick me out of my own home."

Neither man seemed swayed by what I said.In fact, they both took a menacing step toward me.

"Wait!" I cried. "Don't do this."

"It's time for you to leave," the black man said again.

Was that the extent of his vocabulary? Was he a robot programmed to say only six words?

The men took another step in unison, now invading my personal space. "But—but you can't," I sputtered, clutching Rayna to my chest while trying to block the men from getting to my condo door. They weren't just big—they could easily compete in sumo wrestling.

The big, bald, white guy wrapped his fingers around my upper arm."Hey!" I protested."You can't touch me! That's assault!"

"Then move out of the way," the man said.

Rayna began to cry. Tears filled my own eyes.

"But this is our home. Don't you have a heart? How— how can you be so cold?" I cradled Rayna's head to my shoulder to comfort her as she cried. Neither man batted an eye. I wondered if Tassie had hired them from Rent-A-Thug.

"I have a baby," I went on."You can actually kick me out of my home with no concern at all for my child?"

"We have our orders," the men said in unison.

"Please," I begged, as Rayna cried louder. "Please, have a heart." One man took hold of my left arm, the other my right arm, which was secured around Rayna. "No," I said defiantly. "Nooo!"

I backed up until my body was against the door. I wriggled around, fighting to free myself. And then my eyes popped open. It took me a good couple of seconds to realize that I was in my bed, and that a pair of over-steroided thugs weren't in the room with me. I was sitting up, my body tangled in my sheets.

I'd been dreaming. Thank God.

I let out a relieved chuckle.

But my relief was short-lived. Because reality came crashing down on my shoulders, knocking me backward onto the pillow. Tassie Johnson, my late fiancé's estranged wife, wanted me out of the home I'd shared with her husband. Yes, it's a crazy and convoluted story, but I didn't know that Eli Johnson, my fiancé, was still legally married at the time I was involved with him. He'd romanced me, seduced me, then proposed.We'd moved in together and had been planning a life together. How was I to know that he had an estranged wife and a couple kids somewhere? But Tassie didn't believe me—or maybe she did, and she just didn't care. All I knew was that as his official widow, she was making my life hell regarding the property I'd shared with Eli.

Tassie had insisted that I buy out her husband's share of the condo, an all but impossible feat for a single mother like me. But despite the unlikelihood of me coming up with that kind of cash, I had. Only now that I'd come up with a way to buy her out and get her off my back, she up and changed her mind… and changed the game.

The sound of my door opening drew my gaze in that direction. The moment Rayna saw me, her face erupted in a smile.

Mine did, too.

"Mommy!" she cried, and sprinted toward me on the bed.

"Morning, sweetheart." I reached for my daughter and pulled her onto the bed with me. I hugged her against my chest tightly.

"It's morning," Rayna went on, her way of telling me that it was time for me to get out of bed.

"Yes, it's morning," I agreed, then glanced at the clock— 7:12 a.m.

It was the perfect time to get up—if I was heading to work. But it was a Sunday morning, the perfect time to sleep in.

My nightmare had gotten me up, and now that Rayna was awake, I was up for the day.

I lay down with Rayna, tucking her against my side. Maybe we'd both drift off.

"Mommy?" Rayna said, her little voice sounding serious.

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Want Daddy."

"Oh, baby." I hugged her small frame. "I know you do."

Eli hadn't just been my fiancé, he'd been a father figure to my daughter, whose own father had abandoned her while I'd been pregnant. Since Eli's death a few months earlier, Rayna hadn't really asked for him much. I knew she missed his presence, and I'd tried to explain to her about heaven, but I also knew that she was too young to really understand that he'd never be coming back.

"Want Daddy come home," she said.

"I know, baby.We miss him a lot. And I'm sure he misses us, too. But we can't feel sad about that, remember? Because he's in heaven, a very beautiful place, and he's happy there."

"Want to go heaven," Rayna said, pouting.

"You will, one day. One day, we all will go to heaven.And you'll see daddy again."

Given the adulterous circumstances of Eli's passing and the numerous lies he'd told me, I doubted we'd be reunited beyond the pearly gates. But Rayna didn't need to know that. She never needed to know the ugly truth about what had happened. Some things, children deserved to be protected from.

I pressed my lips to Rayna's forehead, feeling a moment of sadness for her sake. Eli's public and scandalous death had thrown my life into upheaval and I guess, because of that, I'd had to quickly put the pain of his betrayal—being killed while in the arms of another woman—behind me. Certainly for my daughter's sake, because she'd needed me to be strong.

But I felt for her, worried for how she was dealing with Eli's sudden loss in her tiny heart.

"You want to go to the zoo today?" I suggested. "See all the animals? Maybe Amani can come with us."Amani was my babysitter Carla's daughter, and she and Rayna were only a year apart. They were playmates each day when I was at work.

Rayna clapped her hands together. "Party, party!"

The last time we'd been to the zoo, five months earlier, we'd gone for Amani's birthday party. Which is why Rayna was associating another visit to the zoo with another party.

"It won't be a birthday party," I told her. "But it will be fun.We can take that train around the zoo.And you can play at the park."

Rayna nodded enthusiastically."Zebras!"

"Yes, you'll see lots of zebras." Rayna was a huge horse-and-pony fanatic, and hadn't wanted to leave the zebra exhibit the last time we'd been to the zoo. She literally could have stayed there for hours and been content. "And maybe after we can go to the lake and feed the ducks."

"Feed ducks, feed ducks," Rayna chanted.

There were countless small lakes in South Florida, most with ducks and herons and cranes. The ducks, of course, were the only animals that cared to get close to humans. Bring food, and you were their best friend. I enjoyed seeing Rayna's face light up when she tossed bread to them, getting a thrill out of the ducks surrounding her feet for a feast.

Yes, Rayna and I would spend a fun day together.

Put all the men we'd loved and lost out of our minds.

I decided I'd wait until ten to call Carla about going to the zoo, it being a Sunday morning and all. On the weekends, I didn't like to phone people too early. It was sort of an unwritten rule with friends and family: I didn't call them before ten in the morning, and they didn't call me. In fact, I liked to laze around in my pajamas most of the morning, sometimes later.

When Eli had been alive, Sunday mornings had often become family bed time, with me, him and Rayna in our bed, watching the Disney Channel, snuggling and giggling—not having to worry about interruptions from the outside world.

So I was a little surprised, when, at 8:40 a.m., my phone rang.

I snatched the receiver off of the wall base in the kitchen, where I was mixing batter for pancakes. Seeing my sister's number on the caller ID and given the time, I couldn't help wondering if everything was okay.

"Hello?" I said.


My sister didn't sound stressed. "Morning, Nikki."

"I hope I didn't wake you."

"No, you didn't.What's up?"

"Well…" she began, then hesitated.

I frowned. Maybe everything wasn't okay. Was my sister having a problem with her husband, Morris? They'd gone through a brief rough patch, but as far as I knew, they were blissfully in love again.

"Nikki?" I prompted.

"I have something to ask you. Something important."

"Okay," I said cautiously.

"I know this is going to seem a bit weird, but given everything that's happened, I think it's right."

"Just tell me already."

"All right." Now, I heard a smile in my sister's voice. "I'm hoping that you'll agree… to be the maid of honor at my wedding!"

It took a good couple of seconds for my sister's words to register. And then I was confused.

Considering she was already married.

"Your what?" I asked.

"My wedding," Nikki repeated.

"You already had one of those. Eight years ago."

"I know, silly," Nikki said. "But Morris and I are renewing our vows."

"You are?" I asked, my voice a croak. Not because I wasn't happy for my sister, but because I vividly remembered her first wedding. It had been a very elaborate and expensive affair. Mostly, I remembered how my sister had turned into Bridezilla as she planned the most important day of her life. She complained about practically everything. The floral arrangements weren't big enough, not pretty enough, the bridesmaids dresses were too long, then too short.The menu changed at least once a week before it had to be firmed up. She wanted over-the-top elaborate on a scale that only celebrities typically indulge in. Anyone who tried to reason with her—namely, me, Morris and their wedding planner—got an earful and often a bout of tears thrown in on top of that.

Nikki is my only sibling, and eight years my senior. She can be trying on a good day, but when she's stressed out, she's pretty much unbearable.

"I know what you're thinking.That a second wedding now is at least fifteen years too soon. But after Morris's indiscretion, we felt it was best to have a brand-new start.You know."

"Hey, you have to do what you need to do," I said. If she felt a renewing of vows was in order, who was I to argue? "What are you thinking? A small ceremony somewhere?" Hopefully a city hall wedding, where she couldn't be too demanding. A justice of the peace could marry them, and then we all could be on our merry way without the headaches that would come from a bigger wedding.

"Nothing too big," Nikki said. "Maybe seventy-five or a hundred people."


"And it's got to be on the beach. I said I want to go somewhere exotic, like Thailand. But Morris says the Keys will be fine, or maybe Jamaica or the Bahamas."

Was my sister serious? Or was she pulling an early morning prank? I didn't know what was worse—that she thought one hundred people constituted a small wedding, or that she expected a hundred people to travel across the world to Thailand for her second "once in a lifetime" day.

That had been her mantra the first time around.That she needed this extravagant thing, or that impossible to get thing because it was for her "once in a lifetime" day.

How nice she got to have two.

"Are you serious about Thailand?" I asked, half-chuckling. "I mean, you can't be—right?"

"What's wrong with Thailand?" she asked, sounding a little dismayed.

I felt the headache coming on already. Bridezilla Part Two. Oh, the joy.

"I hear Thailand is one of the most beautiful places in the world," my sister went on.

"I'm sure it is… but I don't think anyone has ever traveled there to have what they'd describe as a 'small' second wedding. Seventy-five to a hundred people? That's not a small wedding, sis."

"What's wrong with you?" Nikki asked. "Aren't you happy for me?"

"Of course I'm happy for you. I'm very happy that you and Morris are staying together and that you're working things out. It's just—"

"That it hurts you to see me having a second wedding when you haven't even had your first?"

I gritted my teeth at the comment. Counted to three. Made sure that when I spoke, I didn't say something I would end up regretting.

"No," I began. "I was going to say that what you're proposing sounds very expensive. A small, intimate wedding at city hall would accomplish the exact same thing. A renewal of your vows. And if you still want to go to Thailand, go for your second honeymoon."

Silence. Nikki must have been mulling over my suggestion.

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  • Posted July 30, 2010

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    Getting Annoying

    This book was just ok. The prequel was a fav the first time around, but the 2nd time around it was just annoying. After reading this book, the main character Vanessa was just as annoying as the first time. I have a feeling there is also going to be another book after this one.

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  • Posted June 3, 2009

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    Does it ever end?

    I was really looking forward to this follow-up from the first book but my anticipation was short-lived. The sequel is just a continuation of bad choices after bad choices. The ending, while unexpected, did not make me want to wait with baited breath for a third bad-choice continuation.

    Outside of not delivering a conclusion that would put the characters out of their self-imposed misery, the book was entertaining and great for a beach read or lazy Saturday afternoon.

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  • Posted June 1, 2009

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    Done it Again

    I was very excited to get this book. I truly enjoyed reading this book. The characters were easy to relate to, the plot was good, and the book kept me interested. I would reccomend this book to others.

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  • Posted November 19, 2008

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    an amusing tale

    In Miami Vanessa Cain remains in shell shock from the betrayal and murder of her cheating fiancé, retired Atlanta Braves star Eli Johnson see SINGLE MAMA DRAMA). However, she tries to move past the scandal, but Eli's vengeful widow Tassie still battles her over who owns the condo Vanessa and her daughter Rayna shared with him.<BR/><BR/>Others are also making life miserable for Vanessa starting with her boss, Debbie, who is ecstatic over an affair she is having. Hollywood wants to make a TV movie of Eli¿s story with her portrayed as an idiot. Rayna¿s father Byron McLean suddenly wants joint custody after having nothing to do with their kid. Finally her pre-Eli boyfriend Lewis Carter proposes marriage. Worse she remains attracted to motivational speaker Chaz Anderson, who seems somewhat interested, but she fears not enough<BR/><BR/>Vanessa obviously suffers from the Mark of Cain as she got more drama than a soap opera queen. The story line in some ways feels more like a series of vignettes as the heroine goes from one disaster to another with so many that are not even in her lane the reader loses empathy for Vanessa. Still this is an amusing tale as the audience will understand how the lead protagonist feels as her life seems more like a pin ball game with tilt being the only respite.<BR/><BR/>Harriet Klausner

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