Won’t Feel a Thing by C.F. White Blog Tour
We have C.F. White stopping by today with her new release Won’t Feel a Thing
Title: Won’t Feel a Thing
Author: C.F. White
Series: St. Cross #1
Release Date: December 19th 2017
Genre: Contemporary MM Romance
It takes more than a doctor to mend a broken heart.
Ollie Warne is fresh out of nursing school and working his dream job as a pediatric cardiology nurse at St Cross Children’s Hospital, London. He wants to start the new year free of personal heartache after his track record of falling for the wrong man–his New Year’s resolution is to live a life of carefree liaisons from now on.
He immediately meets Jacob, father of one of Ollie’s patients and a man harboring more guilt and past demons than even Ollie, which is saying something…
Their growing attraction makes it hard for Ollie to keep his distance, but he has to. Not only do the ethics of his profession demand it, but Ollie is entangled with another man–a predatory doctor who has a huge personal and professional stake in Ollie’s life.
Ollie risks more than his job by getting involved with a patient’s father–and much more than just the success of his New Year’s resolution, something that was supposed to ensure that, this time, he won’t feel a thing.
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“Do you love me?” Elliot asked, plainly.
Ollie met his stern glower across the coffee table. Elliot raised his eyebrows with the question and his perfect poise didn’t falter, as if he had simply inquired if Ollie took milk with his tea. Ollie swallowed and licked his drying lips. The silence was unbearable. Ollie rather wished he had the bleeping of machines to drown it out. All he could hear was Elliot’s breathing and the occasional bubbles popping in his glass of red wine. The fact the wine wasn’t sparkling went someway to prove how deathly quiet it really was.
“I probably did once,” Ollie offered. “But I’m afraid it was chipped away every time you sent me from this house like a low-rent whore. Until, eventually, all I had was indifference. Which has now merged effortlessly into contempt.”
Elliot’s sharp intake of breath and the increased tapping of his foot was the only indication that those words had affected the man. His face remained as blank as ever.
He finished his glass and set it on the coffee table. A last drip of liquid slithered from the rim and over the bowl, making its final descent down the stem to land with a circular splodge on the black glass. Ollie wondered whether to go tell the man to get a coaster. Red wine circles were a bitch to get out. He knew that.
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Brought up in the relatively small town in Hertfordshire, I managed to do what most other residents of the town try and fail. Leave.
Going off to study at a West London University, I realised there was a whole city out there just waiting to be discovered, so much like Dick Whittington before, I never made it back home and still endlessly searches for the streets paved with gold; slowly coming to the realisation that it is mostly paved with chewing gum. And the odd bit of graffiti. And those little circles of yellow spray paint where the council point out the pot holes to someone who is supposedly meant to fix them instead of stare at them endlessly whilst holding a polystyrene foam cup of watered down coffee.
Eventually I moved from West to East along that vast District Line, and settled for pie and mash, cockles and winkles, and a bit of Knees Up Mother Brown to live in the East End of London; securing a job, creating a life, a home, a family.
Having worked in Higher Education for the most proportion of my adult life, a life-altering experience brought pen back to paper, having written stories as a child but never having the confidence to show them to the world. Now embarking on this writing malarkey, I cannot stop. So strap in, it’s a bumpy ride from here on in.