
The more she learns, the less she understands. I don’t remember the night of the fire. My memories burned alongside it, like tiny flickering embers, dissolving, becoming one with the nothingness. Not sure how I ended up floating in a river either, but I’m pretty sure I was supposed to die that night. With two years lost in a flash, traumatic images of the last moments of my previous life haunt me. Accusations of things I’ve done, relationships I’ve threatened – I remember none of it – not even the people most important to me. But as much as I struggle to learn the truth, my memory is not to be bullied – not even to warn me of the danger still coming. New Adult Romantic Suspense / Mystery Recommended for 17+ for mature and disturbing situations, language and mild sexual content.
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I'm a mom, a lover and a fighter, a coffee addict, a total smartass, wicked knitster, a Microbiologist, a baker of fine yummy treats, and someone who will fight you to the death for that last Twinkie bag of M&Ms during the zombie-apocalypse. Seriously, my addiction is that important to me. Oh, and I say seriously way too much. Seriously… Facebook http://www.facebook.com/pages/Devon-A... Ordained awarded 2011 Reader Views First Place for Best Fantasy Favorite Silly Quote: Cedric didn't die. Carlisle found him and turned him into Edward. Interesting Fact: I share my birthday - December 16th - with my favorite author, Jane Austen. And Theo James. That's right. Be jealous. :D