Her Mother, My Love

By Shaun J. Phree

In the spellbinding pages of "Her Mother My Love," acclaimed author Shaun J. Phree weaves a tale of love, redemption, and the indomitable spirit of human connection.

 

Meet Dana, a resilient 21-year-old African American lesbian stud, whose life takes an unexpected turn when she finds herself without a home after years as a devoted live-in nanny for a wealthy family. Seeking solace in her best friend and ex-girlfriend from high school, Perri, Dana's life takes a surprising twist when she meets Andrea, a 19-year-old single mother with a captivating 3-year-old daughter, Trisha.

 

As Dana embraces her role as Trisha's nanny, a profound bond forms between them, leading to a heartfelt exploration of love and self-discovery. However, as the plot unfolds, hidden secrets and long-suppressed emotions come to the surface, setting the stage for a captivating tale of May-December love.

 

In the midst of this intricate web of relationships, Dana finds herself drawn to Connie, Andrea's mother, a pillar of love and support in their lives. As Dana and Connie cautiously build their relationship in secret, Perri's unspoken love for Dana simmers, adding a layer of complexity to the story.

 

"Her Mother My Love" delves into the raw emotions of love and family, navigating the complexities of life with authenticity and tenderness. Shaun J. Phree's masterful storytelling weaves a narrative that resonates long after the final page.

 

Experience the power of love's transformative journey in this heartwarming tale that celebrates diverse voices and explores the true essence of human connections. As secrets unravel and emotions collide, readers are taken on an unforgettable rollercoaster of emotions.

 

Unlock the captivating pages of "Her Mother My Love" and immerse yourself in a story that will touch your heart and leave you yearning for more.

 

"A tale of love, resilience, and the intricacies of family bonds that will stay with you long after you close the book."

• Language: English
• Publisher: PLE Press LLC
• Release date: Aug 10, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223436614

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1

M ama, help me! Trisha yelled from her bath.

Sweet Eyes, I'm coming, I responded. Trisha’s jet-black curls and big hazel eyes were all that were visible behind the white porcelain tub. Are you ready to get out, Sweet Eyes?

Yes, pwease, Trisha responded, gripping the side of the tub, hoping to stand up.

Ok, come on, baby girl, I snatched her pink and purple body towel off the rack and swung it around her little naked self. She giggled as she flicked water in my face, and I attacked her with my attempt at a hundred kisses.

I was 16 when I had my Sweet Eyes, and she was the best thing that ever happened to me. I can honestly say how my life was going; I don’t know if I would have made it to 16 if I wasn’t pregnant.

Pwease, Trisha pointed to the golden lace dress costume across her toy chest. I pulled it from the dryer before Trisha’s bath to avoid a complete breakdown. She’s worn this princess costume for five days with no end in sight.

Ok, Sweet Eyes, first, let's get all our lotion and underclothes on. I agreed.

Trisha dashed to her step stool and pulled it in front of her dresser. Her toddler’s legs were unstable as she climbed to reach her lotion. After a perfect landing, she acted like a gold medal gymnast when she returned to the ground. I thought she would bring the lotion to me, but she’s 3 going on 30. She spilled baby lotion down her arm as it ran over the sides of her hand. It didn’t matter. The baby lotion bottle flew to the ground open and squirted across the carpet when my phone rang in the kitchen. Whoever it would wait. I only had 30 minutes to get Trisha and myself dressed before we had to head to the sitter. The second I turned my head, Trisha spread lotion across the front of her body but didn’t bother to rub it in before putting both legs into one side of her pull-up. The frustration was boiling in her little body as she struggled to fix the pull-up without taking it off. I knew this would not end well, so I went to help.

Let mommy help, she scolded me for breaking her concentration but submitted. The disappointment was written all over her face. You are such a big girl; you saved mommy five  minutes. I could not do this without your help, Sweet Eyes.

Chu, welcome, she jumped into my arms. I wuv you, Mommy.

I love you too, Sweet Eyes, I responded. I laid out her clothes on the bed. She always wanted to try to get dressed on her own. I went to get dressed. It wouldn’t take me more than a few minutes to jump in my clothes and back into her room.

FOR THE PAST THREE years, it had only been Trisha and me against the world. The devastating loss of her father, Darius, shattered our lives just as we discovered I was pregnant. Darius, known as Loc due to his long, vibrant locs, was the love of my life. Our story began back in eighth grade when I found him incredibly irritating. Little did I know that one movie night at his house would change everything. From that moment on, we were inseparable, a bond that nothing could break.

Darius was always considerate and never pushed me into anything. All he wanted was to see me happy. It wasn't until my fifteenth birthday that we took that next step together. He had transformed his attic bedroom into a cozy sanctuary with candles, soft music, and new sheets. Given his fifteen-year-old budget, Darius