Project: Parenthood. Trish Wylie

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      She wanted to be kissed.

      Just that simple. Nothing more. Just kissed. By Brendan, in a makeshift tent on her living room floor.

      One afternoon of messing about with three kids and Brendan in a faux family scene and the part of her that was so commitmentphobic seemed to have taken a momentary hike.

      She knew there would be consequences to a kiss. But it didn’t stop her from wanting it….

      Dear Reader,

      One of the nicest experiences a writer can have while working on a story is when characters take you by the hand and lead you through their journey. In Project: Parenthood Teagan and Brendan did exactly that.

      These two could be any of us—people who live their everyday lives on a learning curve that can often be steep. Something I’ve learned myself as I’ve got older and supposedly more “mature.” Brendan is one of the lucky few who knows what he wants from his life fairly early on, but takes a longer road than planned to get there. I know how that goes. And Teagan is convinced she knows what she wants from life when she’s really not being honest with herself. I know how that one goes, too.

      In this story it just takes one little twist of fate to lead them to a place where they can see things clearly and end up where they’re supposed to be. I know I love it when things like that happen, and I hope you’ll love taking the journey with them as much as I did. All I’ve done is tell the story they told me to tell you.

      Hugs and kisses,

      Trish

      Project: Parenthood

      Trish Wylie

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

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      Trish Wylie tried various careers before eventually fulfilling her dream of writing. Years spent working in the music industry, in promotions and teaching little kids about ponies gave her plenty of opportunity to study life and the people around her. Which, in Trish’s opinion, is a pretty good study course for writing! Living in Ireland, Trish balances her time between writing and horses. If you get to spend your days doing things you love, then she thinks that’s not doing too badly. You can contact Trish at www.trishwylie.com

      For J.H. my editor.

      For encouragement and belief in me above

      and beyond the call of duty….

      CONTENTS

       PROLOGUE

       CHAPTER ONE

       CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN

       CHAPTER FOURTEEN

       CHAPTER FIFTEEN

       CHAPTER SIXTEEN

       CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

       CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

       EPILOGUE

      PROLOGUE

      ‘YOU look amazing. Wow. Almost like a princess.’

      Teagan Delaney smiled at her younger sister’s gasp of awe from the bedroom doorway. ‘Why, thank you. It’s amazing what you can do with three hours’ preparation time. Did you get Dad’s dinner done?’

      Eimear nodded, her ponytail bobbing furiously before she sprawled across the cover of Teagan’s bed. ‘Uh-huh. I’m going to do some course revision in my room ’til you come home, though.’

      It was a pretty normal thing for a seventeen-year-old to do. But Teagan knew it was also a way of hiding, ‘You could watch some TV downstairs with Dad for a little while when you take a break. I’m sure he won’t mind.’

      Eyes the same shade of green as her own rolled towards the ceiling. ‘He’ll make me watch some dumb documentary. I’ll just wait in my room and then you can tell me everything later.’ She propped her head on an elbow. ‘And you’d better. Even if I’m asleep you have to promise to wake me up.’

      ‘I can tell you in the morning.’

      ‘I won’t sleep ‘til I hear tonight!’ She pouted.

      Teagan raised a dark eyebrow. ‘I thought you just said to wake you up?’

      ‘I won’t sleep proper.’

      ‘Properly.’

      She scowled. ‘Well, I won’t. You have to come tell me. I never get to go to proper dress-up parties.’

      Teagan turned back to the mirror and examined her reflection. It was perfect, thanks to Eimear. Without her fashion-conscious sister she wouldn’t have looked half so glamorous. Nicer jeans than normal and possibly a tad more make-up would have done the tomboy Teagan just fine.