Title: Learning to Trust
Author: Cynthia P. O'Neill
Genre: Contemp. Erotic
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Learning to Trust Blurb for back of cover:
When
Garrett Andrews finds something that catches his eye, he goes after it, letting
nothing stand in the way of what he wants to possess. The first woman to arouse
his heart could be the one person who helps him to finally open up and feel
again.
Laurel Hart
was a swimming champion until a frightful event and unknown health issues
derailed her career. With a recent
degree from MIT in Bio-Medical Engineering and an offer to join one of the
leading innovators of medical equipment in the world, she plans on making a new
life for herself; letting nightmares from her past stay in the past, or so she
thinks.
Neither of
them wants to date, but she finds herself drawn to him and Garrett uses every
excuse to be near her. Laurel’s afraid to let anyone get close, but finds
solace in his arms. Garrett is finally able to be himself around someone.
Together, they discover a connection that manages to soothe both their souls
and starts opening them up to new possibilities.
Once Garrett finds out about Laurel’s past, all rules in regards to "relationships" are changed, because one false move could drive her away. He attempts to calm her nightmares and gain her trust so he can show her who he really is and the relationship he desires from her.
Once Garrett finds out about Laurel’s past, all rules in regards to "relationships" are changed, because one false move could drive her away. He attempts to calm her nightmares and gain her trust so he can show her who he really is and the relationship he desires from her.
Will they
be able to overcome the damage their hearts have encountered? Can they find happiness? Can they trust their
minds or will life throw each of them another curveball? Only time will tell if
they can learn to trust.
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About the Author:
Cynthia
P. O’Neill grew up in Clewiston, Florida and moved to Central Florida to attend
college. There, she married her friend,
love, and soul mate and still resides there with their amazing son, and a
feisty, four-legged little boy.
In her books,
Cynthia draws on her background in healthcare and business, along with her
husband’s engineering knowledge.
Several years
after she got married, she started dreaming about the characters in I Remember. It took eight years before she decided that
it needed to be told. With the
encouragement of family and friends, she decided to bring Jordan and Gregory to
life in a series of Young Adult, Paranormal Romances with a Historical
bent. I Remember is the first book in the Remembrance series.
Cynthia’s first
book is geared towards the Young Adult, Historical and Paranormal Romance fans.
She does hope to grow as a writer and write in multiple genres. Her second series; is a steamy romance called
Learning to Trust, part of the
Learning Series, coming out in August.
She
tries to make her writing very personal and close to her heart. Regular life is
the inspiration for her books, but her imagination takes them to new heights,
opening up possibilities that would normally not exist.
To learn more about
the author, please visit Cynthia’s website at:
Cynthia P. O’Neill
Links:
Website: www.cynthiaponeill.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/authorcynthiaponeill
Twitter: www.twitter.com/cynthiaponeill or @cynthiaponeill
Blogspot: http://cynthiaponeill.blogspot.com
Pinterest: www.pinterest.com/cynthiaponeill
Learning to Trust Buy
Links:
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He pulled his phone from his pants pocket, typed some
words rather quickly, and then returned it to his pocket.
“What are you doing?” I wondered aloud. I sincerely
hoped that wasn’t about me.
“Nothing you need to concern yourself with. Just had a thought that I’d like to run by
someone and wanted to jot it down before I lost it.”
”Just so you know, I don’t like it when people are
secretive around me. It makes me nervous
and I tend to push people away.” I don’t
know why I was being so upfront with him, but, this phone messaging had me on
edge. I can’t stand secrets.
He walked towards me with a wry smile and backed me
slowly against the wall. He leaned into
me, tracing his nose up my neck, and I heard the closet door close. “I like that you’re feisty, Laurel, makes
life more interesting.” His hands came
to rest on the wall along each side of my head, caging me in, as he continued
to trace his nose up to my face, across my chin, and down the other side of my
neck. His tone in his voice became
sultry. “Do you still trust me?”
The electricity between us hung heavy in the air. It was so palpable you could taste it. My
skin was on fire from his touch. Every
synapse of every nerve ending was firing off rapidly and my breathing continued
to accelerate. Something felt dark and
dangerous about Garrett, but at the same time, I’d never desired anyone
more. No one had ever managed to elicit
the kind of reactions he was driving from my body.
He leaned in closer, his body molding up against mine.
“Are you going to answer me?” he whispered in my ear, his voice becoming a
little more commanding.
My eyes closed,
trying to make sense of what I was feeling.
Just his voice and soft touch made my head spin; I was thankful that I
had the wall to lean into for support. I
finally found the strength to answer. “Yes,” I murmured.
His lips began to nibble on my left earlobe. “Yes,
you’ll answer, or yes, you trust me?”
“Yes, I trust you.”
His hand began to caress my face as his lips continued
their assault on my earlobe and neck.
“Do you have any idea how breathtakingly beautiful you are tonight? You’re driving me crazy.”
My head began to spin as his lips moved up across the
side of my cheek to my chin at an achingly slow pace. At the same time, his right hand started to
travel down my neck, where his fingers traced the low neckline of my
dress.
My heart raced as the palm of his hand brushed gently
across one of my breasts. I was
surprised by how heavy my breasts felt.
I could feel my nipples harden, straining against the fabric of my
bra. Soon his lips were pressed hard on
my mouth, tugging at my bottom lip.
“Ahh,” I moaned as his tongue plunged deeply into my mouth, sending my
mind scattering to the heated overload of sensation my body was feeling. Our mouths began to move in perfect unison
with one another.
My conscience screamed
at me. Tell him to slow down. You know this is moving too quickly. What are you thinking?!
I tried to move away,
ever so slightly put some distance between our bodies, but his hips pressed
harder, grinding into mine. His erection
felt huge, bulging out hard from his slacks and pressing up against my
belly. I couldn’t believe how much this
man wanted me and was surprised that my body was responding with unheeded
desire for him.
Garrett finally pulled
back long enough for us to take in deprived lungs full of air. After a few more breaths, I asked, in a
rather shaky and exhaustive tone, “Can we please slow things down a bit?”
Both of his hands rose
up the wall to rest on either side of my head.
He took a few more deep breaths and kissed me chastely on the lips
before resting his forehead against mine.
“My apologies, Laurel, I
don’t know what came over me. There’s
something about you that makes my body respond so intensely. I’m like an alcoholic drawn to your
intoxicating beauty and scent; I just can’t seem to get enough. I’ve never had this kind of reaction to
anyone before.” He paused for a moment,
taking in a deep breath to clear his mind. “I agree, though, we need to take
things slower.”
He lifted one of my hands towards his lips and kissed it
gently before placing it atop his shoulder.
He repeated the same thing with my other hand, indicating he wanted me
encircling his shoulders. Then he cupped
my face with his own hands and leaned in for a gentle kiss.
The tenderness of this new kiss made me feel more secure
in his arms. We continued this way for
what seemed like an eternity, until I heard the door open and Hannah walk in calling,
“Laurel? Are you here?”
We both pulled away from the wall. He had a quizzical look on his face, as if
he’d forgotten we were in the closet in my dorm room. “Roommate?” he
whispered.
I nodded in response. What are we supposed to do now?
Wait her out?
We waited to hear what she was doing. As soon as we thought the coast was clear, we
tried leaving the closet, only to find her standing there with her arms crossed
and smiling up a storm, knowing she’d caught us.
She didn’t wait for an introduction, but stuck out her
hand to Garrett. “Hi, Handsome, I’m Hannah, Laurel’s roommate. And you are?”
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