Read Online Books/Novels:
Trailer Park Daddy (Forbidden Fantasies #2)
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:
Kaylee’s from a trashy part of town and doesn’t have much money. To make ends meet, she works as a maid at the Millbrook Estate, washing dishes and mopping floors. The curvy girl’s determined to make something of herself, but will she be able to escape her trailer park past?
Elliot’s jaded. He’s been through dozens of women, and there always seems to be something missing. The billionaire’s got high standards, but maybe high standards are over-rated. Maybe it’s time to hit the trailer park for some hot, heavenly filth in the form of a sassy, curvy girl with plenty to share.
Rags to riches? Forget that! This story is about riches to rags and the fun two people have when they decide to get dirty together. The billionaire OTT alpha male thinks he’s got it all, but Kaylee shows him there are whole new worlds of taboo fun to be had. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always an HEA for my readers.
|Books in Series:|
|Books by Author:|
Why is the road always winding?
It seems like every fancy house I go to is at the end of a winding road. I didn’t know there were this many winding roads in the world, let alone in Millbrook, my small town in Pennsylvania.
My little hatchback sputters as it climbs the hill to my destination. I wish more of my jobs were on level ground because this car isn’t going to last much longer if I have to keep driving up hills. And I can’t afford a new one, so it needs to survive for the next few years at least.
I hit a preset button on the radio, trying to find something to listen to. Why is there never anything on the radio this early in the morning? You’d think 7 a.m. on a Saturday morning would be the ideal time to play good music. Aren’t there a lot of people awake right now?
At least in my world, there are. Anyone like me who has to work as many hours as possible to keep my family afloat is awake at seven on a Saturday morning. I understand that most people have 9-to-5’s with weekends off, but unfortunately, that’s not me. When you’re a cleaning lady, you go when the client calls, and this morning, the boss wants us to be there Saturday at the crack of dawn.
But Saturday mornings are a lot better than after school on weekdays. When I go to work on a Saturday, I know it’ll be an all-day affair, which means more money, and also a more relaxed pace. During the week, I have to rush off after school in order to get my homework done, before rushing to the next cleaning job and praying it ends before midnight.
This isn’t exactly the life I foresaw for myself. No one wants to work as a maid the moment they turn sixteen. Instead, I wanted to focus on school and on learning new recipes, but unfortunately, that wasn’t in the cards for me. My mom and I were barely scraping by two years ago, and the day I turned sixteen, I started sending out applications. I applied everywhere but most places didn’t even get back to me.
Finally, I saw an ad for a temp agency. I talked to a representative, and she connected me with Sparkle Maids. Apparently, my experience cleaning the trailer where Mom and I live was enough for them to hire a desperate sixteen-year-old on the spot.
Two years later, I’m still here. At the beginning of the week, I get a schedule emailed to me with my assignments for the next seven days. The email includes pertinent information like address, location, gate access codes, and dog warnings. Most of the places we clean are big and fancy, but that makes sense. People who live in small, humble trailers like me can’t usually afford a maid service.
Today’s assignment is at Millbrook Manor. I’ve heard of it before, but never had the chance to look it up. It’s probably just another huge house with ridiculously wealthy occupants inside.
Finally, a good song comes on the radio, and I bop my head with happiness. With one hand, I fiddle with the knob on the radio to turn up the volume, just as the GPS on my phone tells me I’m arriving at my destination. Drat. Just my luck.
I pull into a private lane sheltered by trees on both sides. The lane continues for a really long time, until the trees clear and reveal an incredible mansion on a small hill.
The house is even more grand that I expected. I’ve been to a lot of estates through this cleaning service, and they generally look the same. The houses are big, and they have flashy cars parked out front. But this one is different because it’s absolutely enormous. It must be four stories, with an arched portico above the main door. The place looks like it could have a hundred rooms, there are that many windows facing the circular driveway.
Plus, the garden in front of the mansion is professionally landscaped. There’s a huge fountain in the driveway, and topiaries scattered in elegant formations throughout the yard. I’ve never seen a house like this before, at least not in real life. It feels like I’m on the set of a movie, or a scene from Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous.
I know better than to park in front of the house. Instead, I pull the car to the left, around back, where sure enough, there are some parking spaces for staff.
I’m used to this. It’s the same at every assignment I go to. There’s a special door, and sometimes even special staircases, for maids to use. They don’t like us to be seen a lot of the time, and I know why. We’re the help, and we’re supposed to stay invisible.