Trust in Me
From the NEW YORK TIMES bestselling author of WAIT FOR YOU, this is the story of Cam and Avery’s sizzling romance as you’ve never seen it before, told exclusively from Cam’s perspective… now a NEW YORK TIMES top ten bestseller!Cameron Hamilton is used to getting what he wants, especially when it comes to women. But when Avery Morgansten comes crashing into his life – literally – he finally meets the one person who can resist his soulful baby blues. But Cam’s not ready to give up – he can’t get this feisty and intriguing girl out of his head.Avery has secrets, secrets that keep her from admitting the feelings Cam knows she has for him. What will it take to help him break down her barriers and gain her trust? Or will he be shut out of Avery’s life, losing his first real shot at the kind of love that lasts forever?
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Trust in Me
A novella
J Lynn
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First published by HarperCollinsPublishers 2013
Copyright © Jennifer L Armentrout 2013
Excerpt from Be With Me Copyright © Jennifer L Armentrout 2014
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Ebook Edition © October 2013 ISBN: 9780007538973
Version: 2014-07-28
This is for all the fans of Cam and his cookies, who wanted more of our egg-boiling lover boy. Enjoy.
Table of Contents
Jase Winstead was a cruel motherfucker.
Going to Ass-tronomy 101was the last thing I wanted to be doing at nine in the damn morning, especially since all the class did was remind me of the first time I entered Professor Drageâs class and why Iâd made a hasty, unplanned exit my freshman year. And I really didnât need Jaseâs taunting text messages about why scheduling classes before noon was unhealthy.
Considering I was going onâoh, I donât know, two hours of sleepâand I could still taste the tequila and other things I really didnât want to even think about from last night, I was currently a walking poster child for how not to have a healthy and happy first day of fall classes.
I watched the door to astronomy swing shut and then glanced back down at my phone. Jaseâs text mocked me.
Skip. I have beer. X-Box. FIFA â13
Well, shit. That was hella tempting. Ollie had trashed our Xbox the weekend before, during a brutal showdown of Call of Duty.
I was a few minutes late for class.
Astronomy, or soccer on the Box? Not really a tough call.
Mind made up, I pivoted around and started to respond back to Jase when the double doors flung open like a tornado had ripped through the stairwell. My head jerked up just in time to see something small and something red come barreling straight at me.
There was no stopping the collision.
A little body smacked right into me and bounced back, arms flailing like a drowning victim. The bag, which looked like it weighed more than the owner, toppled her over.
Reacting out of instinct, I shot forward, dropping my own bag and wrapping my arm around her waist, but the backpack went in one direction, the contents in the other. She was still reeling, like one of those inflatable pop bags. I tightened my hold, stilling her before she did some serious damage to herself. She jerked upright. Deep auburn hair flew forward, snapping me in the face. The scent of berries and something musky and good filled me.
Holy shit, Strawberry Shortcake just ran me over.
I chuckled and slipped my cell into my pocket, about to let her go, but the girl locked up. Every muscle seemed to go rigid. As tiny as she was, barely reaching my shoulders, she seemed to suddenly get smaller, shrinking into herself. Was she hurt?
And did she somehow mistake Shepherd for a nearby middle school?
âWhoa,â I said. âYou okay, sweetheart?â
No response for about a half minute, and I started to get real concerned. Then she dragged in a deep breath, causing her chest to rise flush against mine. I froze at the feel of her curves. Definitely not a middle schooler, unless they were developing in ways they hadnât when I was there. And, if so, I was fucking envious of those boys.
Okay, now I felt like I needed a shower, because even that disturbed me.
Was I still drunk from last night? I was going to go with a yes.
âHey,â I tried again, voice lower. âAre you okay?â When there was still no response, I pressed two fingers under her chin. Her skin was soft and too cool. Wondering if it was possible for a person to pass out and remain standing, I gently lifted her head, my mouth opening to ask her again, but words died somewhere between my brain and my mouth.
