Top 5 Reasons Everyone Has a Secret Amnesia Wish
By Sara Daniel
You can forget about that douche who dumped/cheated on you. A chance to forget about your lousy ex? Heck, yeah. Sign me up now!
You can forget about all those bills left over from the holidays. The new toys are broken or out of batteries. Your new sweater got put in the dryer and is too small for a
. And you’re pretty sure the Chihuahua ’s to blame for your missing left
glove too. But the credit card bill refuses to give up on those regrettable
must-haves. If you can’t make them go away, at least you can forget about them
for a while…or forever. Chihuahua
You can forget about that relative who totally ruined your holiday too. Speaking of the holidays, you can’t stop replaying that scene in your head where little Timmy ran around the house with your vibrator and Uncle Sicko suggested you to give a family demonstration. Pass the brain bleach, please.
You can ask for help re-learning all those things you were too embarrassed to admit you didn’t know how to do. Let’s face it. You have no clue how the TV-Blu-Ray setup in your living room works. All you know is it has more cords and remote controls than a spaceship. But now you have the chance to learn how to operate it, so you can pop in While You Were Sleeping without your significant other rolling his eyes. Plus, you need to see the movie again because you don’t remember anything about the story.
You get to fall in love again for the first time. There’s nothing quite like falling in love with that special someone you plan to spend the rest of your life with. But a few years into happily ever after, the relationship becomes bogged in the middle of a giant game of keep away. Dirty dishes, laundry, the day job, bills, and kids all work together to keep the spark that drew you two together away from you. But throw in some amnesia, and now you have to discover who this person is that you’ve pledged your life to. And that matters a lot more than a few mountains of laundry. Plus, the toe-curling, heart-pounding, cheek-flushing thrill of new love is an experience that will reward you every day for years to come.
Since I don’t recommending knocking yourself over in the head in hopes of sampling the rewards of amnesia, go for the vicarious experience, courtesy of Gwen Fairfax in A Bride Worth Fighting For.
If she remembers the past, they won’t have a future.
Gwen Fairfax awakens in a hospital, deluged by stabbing head pain and unable to remember anything about her past, especially the man who claims to be her fiancé. A trip to the Wiccan Haus is her only hope to discover the woman she used to be, understand her mysterious dreams about a resort, and fall in love with the man she’s supposed to marry.
To stop his stepmother’s land development schemes from ruining the natural habitat he’s dedicated his life to preserving, Tucker Wilde is willing to do anything, even pretend to be engaged to the woman his brother left at the altar. But he isn’t prepared for the sweet, vulnerable woman to tempt him at every turn until he longs to give in to the temptation.
The more Gwen gets to know Tucker, the more she’s certain he’s a man worth remembering. But if the Wiccan Haus heals her memory, he’ll have to fight to keep his bride.
“This week is for you, Gwen, not me.”
She shook her head as they stepped into the elevator. “It’s for both of us. Just because you’re helping me get my memory back doesn’t mean you should have any less of a vacation.”
If he wasn’t enjoying himself, why would he want to share his life with her? Up until dinner, his complete focus had been on her, but his eyes didn’t shine when he looked at her the way they did when he talked about his conservation efforts.
Just because they were engaged didn’t mean their relationship had been perfect before she’d lost her memory. By paying attention to what he loved, she could strengthen their bond or discover if they were right for each other at all.
As the elevator crawled upward, she glanced at him, unable to believe he wasn’t right for her. Not only was she comfortable with him, their chemistry compounded with every passing moment. The real question was if she fit with him, but she didn’t know herself well enough to answer.
The elevator doors opened, and Tucker placed his palm against her back as they exited. A few steps later, they stopped in front of her room. “This is you,” he said.
“Yeah.” Now what? She had no idea how to wrap up the evening and no past experience to fall back on. “Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Is that a euphemism for something else?”
Oh gosh. She might not have a memory, but she understood what she’d implied. She forced a laugh to cover her embarrassment and deflect the sex offer she definitely wasn’t ready for him to take her up on. “Apparently, you’ve gotten engaged to a clichéd and trite woman. I fell asleep so fast earlier, I didn’t notice if the room had a coffee pot.”
His lips twitched. “I would never get engaged to a cliché. Don’t sell yourself short.”
She rubbed her temples. If he’d been attracted to something unique and special about her, she’d like a clue what that thing might be. She enjoyed getting reacquainted with him, but getting to know herself proved far more unsettling. “Okay, no coffee and no euphemistic coffee. Uh, good night?”
“A goodnight kiss?” he suggested.
She dropped her gaze to his full pink lips. How many times had those lips kissed hers before? She wanted to remember, but she couldn’t handle the intimacy of a full, deep kiss when who she was remained elusive.
Rising on her tiptoes, she brushed her lips over his cheek, scratchy with his customary beard stubble. The touch warmed her, inviting her to linger and explore his face. Instead, she pulled away.
Wiccan Haus Series
Length: 32,000 words
Genre: Erotic romance, paranormal romance, contemporary romance, wedding romance, medical romance, drama, amnesia romance
Sara Daniel writes what she loves to read—irresistible romance, from sweet to steamy and everything in between. She grew up in a small town and was once a landlord of two uninvited squirrels. She loses her car keys three times a day, occasionally loses her husband, but never, ever loses her laptop. Subscribe to Sara’s newsletter: http://eepurl.com/rx_AL Visit her website: http://www.SaraDaniel.com
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