A forced sentence leads to a reckless passion…….
When my husband walked out on me over a year ago, it devastated me. When the divorce papers came, it killed me. When we had to sell our house, it broke me.
But then he moved in with his new flavor of the month and told our daughter his new woman wasn’t into children. That pissed me off.
Now Riley feels abandoned, and I can’t make it better; no matter how hard I try. I’m desperate to help her adjust to the loss of a male figure in her life. The companion program that matches adults up with children who have loneliness and abandonment issues is my last hope.
The counselors tell me he’s doing community service hours, and I ask to sit in on his meetings with Riley. The minute I see him astride the matte black Harley, I know neither my nor Riley’s life will ever be the same again.
Community Service. Two words I should be thankful for, but I’m not. I resent the hours it’s away from building my business. The two previous kids I’d been paired up with didn’t work out because their mothers were more interested in getting in my bed. This next match with a little girl is my last hope. Unless this kid works out, I’m destined to serve time.
When they push her into the room wearing pink converse with a black dress, her crazy curls barely held back by the barrette in her hair, and studious glasses on her face, I can tell she’s scared – of new people, of change, of being pushed aside. Something inside of me breaks, and I want this girl to feel wanted again.
What I’m unprepared for is meeting her mom. The second our hands touch, there are fireworks, bright lights, and a picture of the future I could one day have. The future I’ve never allowed myself to wish for.
Community service becomes more than a chore, more than time I resent for being taken away from me. In the months that follow, I realize they’re just like me: they’ve been abandoned, left behind by the world, forgotten by those who should love them.
Thanks to the one last hope in both our lives – we found the light in the darkness we’d been searching for.
Not what I expected but overall an enjoyable enough read. It was touch and go at times.
Patrick Tennyson has one last chance to get his community service out of the way with The Companion Program. The last two kids hadn’t turned out well due to the mother’s being more interested in him then their kid’s well-being. He can’t and won’t go back to prison so he’ll do anything. Well nearly anything. He isn’t a hard core criminal he was a young kid that made a mistake now a grownup trying to lead a solid life. He has a business to run and needs to keep on track.
His world is about to change…
When they push her into the room wearing pink converse with a black dress, her crazy curls barely held back by the barrette in her hair, and studious glasses on her face,[…] Something inside of me breaks, and I want this girl to feel wanted again.
Hadley thought she was living the dream. Great house, money, good husband and then the icing on the cake a baby. That is until it all fell apart and Hadley was left with nothing. A single mom, a full time job and well no time for herself. But for her daughter she wants her to have a positive male role model in her life. So she signs Riley up to The Companionship Program.
I loved how Trick enjoyed every second he could spend with Riley and Hadley that it was the best thing that happened to him and that I took nothing for granted. I loved how Hadley enjoyed every second if unsure to begin with. She found someone she could rely on. That she took nothing for granted. They were friends but they didn’t stay in that zone for a while.
They have chemistry and I liked them together but there was that special something missing and this is a book that would hit the spot with all the tropes included but I can’t pinpoint it.
So why not 5 stars I hear you ask? Well not all of it worked well for me.
There were times where it was very repetitive to say the least. Yes, they both have demons that they try to work through but it was the same old same old every chapter or so. I found it tiring. After getting half way for the book I realised that the authors name rang a bell. And I remembered I started a book and didn’t mesh with the writing style so I didn’t consider continuing the book. Here it is the same that the writing style wasn’t to my liking. I felt engaged for ten to twenty minutes and then my interest waned but it did pick up again. That it was a back and forth which made my head hurt.
IMO this is a book that everyone will enjoy unless you’re picky like me.