Marcia K. (withthecia) reviewed Time for Trust (Harlequin Presents, No 1339) on + 22 more book reviews
BACK COVER:
Jessica launched herself on a new career.
She firmly believed that she had put the traumas of the past successfully behind her.
Yet some shadows still lingered and she feared that even now her parents would somehow try to manipulate her and force her to return to the life-style she'd rejected.
That's why it was surprising when she fell head over heels in love with Daniel Hayward. Rich, attractive and successful--just the sort of man her parents would have chosen for her. He told her he loved her, but could Jessica trust him?
INSIDE COVER:
"What happened?" Daniel asked gently.
Tears clogged her throat. This was the first time anyone had asked her about the past; the first time anyone had guessed there was more to her desire to live so quietly than merely a love of the Avon countryside.
She wanted to tell him, and yet she was afraid to. Why? In case he dismissed her fears as foolish as her parents had done? In case he was embarrassed by them as her London friends had been? Or just in case he simply did not understand the trauma of what she'd endured and how it had affected her.
And then he smiled at her, and in the warmth of his eyes she saw a promise that dazzled and awed her.
Jessica launched herself on a new career.
She firmly believed that she had put the traumas of the past successfully behind her.
Yet some shadows still lingered and she feared that even now her parents would somehow try to manipulate her and force her to return to the life-style she'd rejected.
That's why it was surprising when she fell head over heels in love with Daniel Hayward. Rich, attractive and successful--just the sort of man her parents would have chosen for her. He told her he loved her, but could Jessica trust him?
INSIDE COVER:
"What happened?" Daniel asked gently.
Tears clogged her throat. This was the first time anyone had asked her about the past; the first time anyone had guessed there was more to her desire to live so quietly than merely a love of the Avon countryside.
She wanted to tell him, and yet she was afraid to. Why? In case he dismissed her fears as foolish as her parents had done? In case he was embarrassed by them as her London friends had been? Or just in case he simply did not understand the trauma of what she'd endured and how it had affected her.
And then he smiled at her, and in the warmth of his eyes she saw a promise that dazzled and awed her.
