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About MEMORIES OF US
MEMORIES OF US is a standalone, second chance contemporary romance filled with twists and turns as a forgotten past is remembered.
BRENTON I’m a desperate man. The memories I’ve lost now threaten my future. After years spent escaping my family’s high society drama I’m back in town to fix my past. Only one person can help: The gorgeous and headstrong Rebeka Harding who hates me for something I can't remember. I’ll do anything including striking a unique deal with the one woman I want but can’t touch. She agrees with one condition – just friends, no benefits. We’ll see how long that lasts.
REBEKA For thirteen years, I’ve resented Brenton Graves for deserting me. I’ve tried to move on, refusing to think about what might have been. Now he’s back in town, seeking redemption and looking as sexy as ever. When he asks for my help, I know better than to accept. But I will. Because no matter how much I want to hate Brenton, I don’t. Five days to help him remember and for me to finally get closure. It's what I need, but his touch is what I crave.
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The tips of my fingers grasped the truck door handle, but a set of large hands gripped my shoulders and swiveled me, pushing my back against the scorching metal. The brisk walk and proximity to him had my heart thundering against my ribs and my chest heaving with each labored breath.
“Where in the hell are you going? I told you to stop,” he said, not even breathing hard after his chase.
“Home.” I shifted to turn, but his grip only tightened. “Let go, B. You did it once before. I'm sure it'll be even easier the second time around.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” he gritted out. “What did I do? Who did I leave?”
Mouth gaping, I relaxed a fraction, only to tense again when Kyle shoved Brenton so hard that the tight grip on my shoulders released.
“Get the fuck off her,” Kyle yelled, taking a step toward Brenton with his fists raised.
“Listen, I'm just trying to—”
“What do you mean, 'What did I do'?” I asked, taking a step toward the two fuming men. Brenton's green eyes cut to mine. “I—fuck! Get the hell off me.” He shoved Kyle, sending him stumbling back several steps.
Attention back on me, Brenton moved closer, eyes searching mine. “It means I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. I don't understand why you're so pissed. Hell, I don't even know why I'm out here right now. All I know is—” He shot an annoyed look at Ryder and Kyle. “Can we have two seconds here?”
About KENNEDY L. MITCHELL
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