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Authors: Andrea Smith

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Baby Love Lite

Baby Love - LITE

A novel by Andrea Smith

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Published By: Meatball Taster
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ISBN-10: 0989825035

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Illustrated By: SueBee

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This book is dedicated to all of
my GR, FB and Amazon buddies who've been there to support me in my
journey of self-publishing! I love you all and I'm truly humbled by
the outpouring of support I receive from you on a daily basis!
Sometimes the criticism is hard to take, yet I know that it's meant
only to help me reach my full potential, so THANK YOU for believing
in me and in my work!

 

 

Baby Love
Playlist

 

 

"Dreams" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . The Cranberries

 

"You Are So Beautiful" . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Joe Cocker

 

"Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap " . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . AC/DC

 

"Disco Inferno" . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . The Trammps

 

"I Melt With You" . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . Modern English

 

"Chasing Cars" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Snow Patrol

 

"How To Save a Life" . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . The Fray

CHAPTER 1

Preston had turned one month old today.
I marvelled at how much she looked like her father. I couldn’t have
been more pleased. Trey had tried to convince me that she had a lot
of me in her. He usually brought the resemblance to my attention
whenever she whined or cried.

Preston had inherited Trey’s sapphire
blue eyes and also blessed with his dimples. We'd recently
discovered this because she was now smiling for us. Trey would
absolutely not let her cry. It was heart-warming to see how he
fussed over her when she became agitated or unhappy. I found it
quite endearing and totally out of character for him.

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER 20

CHAPTER 21

CHAPTER 22

CHAPTER 23

CHAPTER 24

CHAPTER 25

CHAPTER 26

CHAPTER 27

CHAPTER 28

CHAPTER 29

CHAPTER 30

CHAPTER 31

CHAPTER 32

CHAPTER 33

CHAPTER 34

CHAPTER 35

CHAPTER 36

CHAPTER 37

CHAPTER 39

CHAPTER 41

CHAPTER 44

CHAPTER 46

CHAPTER 48

CHAPTER 51

CHAPTER 52

Epilogue

BONUS CHAPTER

I led the short, dark-haired woman down
the corridor to the room where inmates were allowed to meet with
their legal counsel. I wasn't real comfortable breaking the rules,
since I knew this bitch wasn't an attorney but a relative.

Hell, the nice chunk of change she laid
on me was worth a little risk-taking since the county didn't pay
shit to the guards that had to oversee these bastards day in and
day out. Besides, it was the graveyard shift and most of the other
guards were sleeping or on a smoke break. What the hell? I mean
what harm would it do? The skinny bastard was likely to fry anyway
with all the murder one charges that had been slapped against
him.

I opened the door, stepping aside so
she could enter the small, private conference room. She looked
around as if she wanted to make sure it met her expectations. She
was mighty snooty for a bitch that'd whelped a loser such as
Matthew Renaud.

"Have a seat, Ms. Deeny. I'll be
escorting Matthew here in just a few minutes." She nodded, turning
her hawkish, wrinkled face from me quickly as if the sight of me
disgusted her! Get a clue, bitch! You're a fucking loser just like
your son!

All the guards knew the story of
Matthew Renaud. There're no secrets in county jails or federal
prisons for that matter! What the hell else was there to keep
everyone entertained other than spreading gossip which may or may
not be true?

In Matthew's case, the source was
fairly reliable: the county shrink was fucking one of the first
shift supervisors. Matthew was apparently a real nut job; had
learned about sex from his own mother as a young kid. His father
had gotten wind of it and promptly got full custody of him.

Once his parents had died suddenly in a
horrible car accident that the twisted midget had orchestrated,
she'd convinced him to take up where they'd left off. He was over
21 by then; she taught him the way to pleasure women, then tasked
him to take that knowledge to teach and then pimp his own damn
half-sisters for which he'd legal custody at the time. The elder of
the two sisters was totally on board with it; probably some genetic
thing that ran through the 'Renaud' bloodline.

His mother apparently shared in the
wealth, and with her connections to some very prominent families in
New Orleans and Baton Rouge (one in particular where she'd worked
as a household staff supervisor) she was able to orchestrate even
more devious schemes using Matthew as her foot soldier.

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