Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Cover Reveal for Learning To Heal by R.D. Cole

Learning To Heal by R.D. Cole
Cover Reveal: Nov 12th

Release Day: December 10, 2013
"If Fools rush in, than most people in love are idiots. And I'm the biggest one of all."
Meet Jasmine Coleman. She's the girl that's outgoing, beautiful, and full of self assurance. A confidence that’s forced to cover the scars she hides. When rushing into love becomes a heartbreaking mistake the last piece of it disappears. Now she is left uncertain, weak, and full of self-disgust. But her strength is needed now more than before.
Mason Reed is the quiet computer geek that's always the friend and never the boyfriend. Putting his social life on hold to help his single mother has left him shy when it comes to the opposite sex. And Meeting Jazz is no different. However being in love makes you do crazy things and his crazy has major consequences. Especially when the truth is revealed to others who are determined to rip them apart.

Rash Decisions have major consequences. Some good. Some bad. All are life changing.
"The Truth doesn't always set you free. Sometimes it breaks you apart and leaves you in pieces."

About the Author:
My name is Robin and I live in Alabama. I grew up an army brat and traveled a lot until we finally settled down along the Gulf Coast when I was 4. My husband is 9 years younger so I guess that makes me a COUGAR. I have a little girl who is 9 and is blind as well as autistic. My life is not boring with them two in it. Believe me.
I have always loved creating and I would constantly draw on my walls. I love painting and reading. Writing is something I wanted to do but didn't think I could, until I woke up at three a.m. a few months back and started writing. Life has a way of throwing rocks at you and putting cracks in your soul. Either you can duck and cover or you can make something beautiful from the cracks.
After that, the story took over. Even though some pieces of my life experience are within it, it is Tru and Jax’s story now. I have truly fell in love with this story and hope you all do too.

A knock on my window has me jumping out of my memory and out of my skin. Looking around I see I’m parked. Guess I was so out of it and involved in my daydream I don’t even remember doing it. I turn toward the knocking and see Mason standing there with a concerned look on his cute face. I step out the car and lock it, but don’t make a move to walk toward him because his attire catches me off guard.
Instead of his usual logo t-shirt and jeans, he’s wearing a dark green polo and fitted khaki pants. He’s even sporting some Sperry’s on his feet. Now it feels like a date because we are both dressed up. However, I always dress like this.
Well, not exactly like this. I mean I don’t always wear something so tight, but I’ll be fat in a few months and won’t be able to fit into it anymore. It’s a mid thigh sweater dress with a swoop neck that’s the same shade of pink as my lipstick. I have a thin brown belt around my waist and matching five-inch heeled boots that reach my calves. I decided against the tights though because I seem to be having hot flashes lately.
We stand there for what feels like forever staring at one another. How did we go from comfortable conversation to uncomfortable silence? Before I can compliment on his clothes I hear someone call his name. I look in the direction at the same time he does and see a girl about my age or older with dark, brown hair in a stylish pixie cut walking our way.
She’s staring me down with her creepy golden eyes like I’m a threat. Oh hell no! I straighten my shoulders and do what I do best. Not take shit. I’ve never let anyone see my insecurities except for one and that will be the last time, because people like to play on your weaknesses. She finally looks toward Mason when she reaches us and smiles sweetly. “Here idiot. You almost left your phone.” She hands it to him and bumps his shoulder with hers playfully. I see some type of relationship here, but I’m not sure if it’s a romantic one or not.
Shit. Sorry about that.” He turns toward me smiling and is completely unaware of the bitch stare this girl is still giving me. “Jazz this is Chanda. Chanda this is Jazz.” Chanda? What kind of name is that? I internally slap myself for acting like I care. Because I shouldn’t and don’t. Only my friends call me Jazz and I have a feeling Chanda and I will not be a friend any time soon if ever. I stick out my hand gracing her with the manners my parents raised me with. “Please call me Jasmine. Nice to meet you Chanda.”
Ignoring my polite introduction and protruded hand she looks at Mason. “Remember, I need to be at work at midnight.” Then she walks away. “Well she’s lovely.” I lower my hand and shake off the embarrassment before I get back in my car. Watching Mason walk around to get in I fight down the urge to drive over Chanda while her backs turned. I have a feeling this won’t be the last time the compulsion crosses my mind with that bitch.

Buy Links for Learning To Live: 

Barnes & Noble: http://goo.gl/5izSk0
Autographed Copy: http://goo.gl/CcWfYB

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