The Book Whore-der's Delights: Trailer Park Princess by Delia Steele

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Rory used to count down the days until she could leave, but now with a younger brother in tow, it would be hard. She could never leave him. Rory is trapped in the Trailer Park like a princess in her tower, with her mother playing the big bad, drunken, fire-breathing dragon. The dream of her knight coming to save her faded away about the same time her goals changed. Feeling useless, and angry Rory starts her new school and gets trampled by none other than the Monroe Falls Golden Boy, Tobias West. She finds herself seeing him as the knight she dreamed of; though, she believes it to be just that, a dream.

Tobias (Toby) is Mr. Popular/ Mr. Perfect/ Mr. Money-in-the-bank. He is too high on the social ladder to step down to her level. Or is he? Toby is smitten with Rory. Toby’s ex, Ashley, refuses to lose out to trailer park trash, and Rory finds herself the fuel to Ashley’s newfound hate. On top of Monroe Falls High School drama, Rory still has to deal with her drunken mother and needy brother. She doesn’t have time for childish games.

Reality hits Rory hard when her mother brings home a ticking time bomb for a bed mate and the need for that shiny knight becomes real. Rome appears like she conjured him out of thin air with magical powers, and instantly becomes her best friend. He seems to always be around when she needs someone to talk to and seems to always know just how to fix it. (Did I mention he is drop dead beautiful?) Two knights in shining armor? Nope!! That doesn’t happen. Not in fairy tales, and definitely not in real life.

Rory finds herself realizing there is a thin line between relationships and friendships, lines that are starting to blur. With Toby getting ready to leave for college, Ashley’s nonstop meanness, and Rome showing up, can Rory handle the pressure? Her old friend reality takes another whack at her, causing her dread and despair to take over. Rory is questioning herself, and it's wreaking havoc on the strong girl she’s always considered herself to be. Have her poor choices doomed her to life in the trailer park, or will she be able to exceed even her own expectations? Will she ever realize she is truly a princess worthy of getting her prince? Or will she simply survive? How does Rory’s story end?

This book is suited best for readers over the age of 17 due to sexual content and some language, as well as a few different types of abuse that are rarely talked about: Verbal, Mental, and to some extent, Sexual and Physical.

“So, Princess, you gave away the golden key to the court jester, huh?” He lets out a sad, pitiful laugh and looks up at me. I swear I see his eyes water up. Taking our cups, I head into the living room and slide down beside him.

“Yes. Prom night.” I feel about a foot tall. “It was the most horrible thing ever. I mean I really hated it.” He puts his hand on my knee.

“You can tell me if you want. I may not like it, but you can always tell me. You’re my best friend, and I want to be here for you.” I lay my hand over his.

“Trust me, Rome, you would likely be ready to beat his ass again afterwards, so let’s just not.” We stay like that a while, and I think he’s letting it go.

“Ok, you don’t have to tell me, but I still need to know it wasn’t forced. He didn’t force you, did he?” I shake my head no, but I never look at him. He stands up, and I can see him flexing his fist.

“I’ll be back in a few. Gonna grab the boys from Mrs. Crazy and bring them here. They can crash in there with Mr. Drunkard tonight. Mando will be here in a few, and she’s bringing over bowling and her Wii.” He smiles and walks out the door.

My name is Delia Steele. I am 30 years old and reside in Tupelo, Mississippi. I have been here my whole life, minus the year stint I took to be a beach bum in Destin, Florida. I am happily married to the love of my life, and we have two wild and crazy kids. I do have a dog, but I am not a fan of him AT ALL. That little wiener isn’t good for anything except yapping. I am more of a ferret kind of girl. I have a full-time job and a part-time job outside of writing. My words are more of a hobby for me. I enjoy writing, and it calms the voices in my head. My highest education comes from a Job-corp Facility and my major was NOT English. I was more about learning to rebuild cars back then. All of my books have meaning, and it usually revolves around accepting people for who they are, not who you want them to be. I usually write about strong females, with a supportive Adonis on the side! If I had to pick five words to describe me, they would be in no order: honest, loud, eclectic, extreme, and obsessive. I believe we should all live like we are dying, and if we do something stupid, we should write about it!

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