REMEMBER ME by
Nelle L’ Amour
Release Date: September 12
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Remember Me: A
Second Chance Romance
Blurb:
“A romance for our times. Relevant and real with all the
feels.”—Meredith Wild, #1 New York Times Bestseller
From USA Today bestseller Nelle L’Amour, a sizzling and
suspenseful second chance romance like none other.
Skye:
It was love at first sight with Finn. The downtown bad boy
with the piercing blue eyes, tattooed biceps, and museum-worthy chiseled body.
But while he struggled, I was driven. An investigative reporter determined to
pursue the truth to get my story. My credo: Dig deep, then dig deeper. Then one
time, I dug too deep and literally dug my own grave, losing everything and
everyone dear to me.
Until life gave me a second chance.
Finn:
Being a renowned artist and single dad isn’t easy. My
demanding fiancée doesn’t help. No matter how much I try, she wants nothing to
do with my precious five-year-old daughter.
Then she came along. The hot as sin teacher. Scarlet
Callahan. She’s everything my fiancée isn’t. Warm, funny, and down-to-earth,
she adores my daughter as much as my daughter adores her. I’m inexplicably
attracted to her, but she keeps her distance. Like she’s hiding something.
Except I’m going to uncover her secret even if it means risking everything I’ve
ever wanted.
And everyone I’ve ever loved.
I pull away as fast as my lips
captured hers. Fuck. What the hell did I just do? I just kissed my daughter’s
teacher. And what’s worse, I more than liked it. Everything about the kiss felt
so delicious, so familiar. Like our mouths have known each other forever. She
melted right into me, willingly, and I could tell from her sexy sounds and
breathing she felt everything I did. I wanted more of her in the worst way, so
badly an erection strained against my jeans as my tongue tangled with hers. I’m
still hard as a rock. Make that steel.
Catching my breath, I drop my hands
from her face and stare at her. She looks shell-shocked. Her porcelain skin
flushed, her kissable lips still parted, her misty eyes frozen wide. Her
breathing, harsh like mine, her perfect breasts quivering with each labored
breath. Her eyes stay fixed on me, finally blinking. As if she’s trying to make
sense of what just happened.
“I’m sorry,” I breathe out, not
knowing what else to say. Shit. What came over me? But to be blatantly honest,
I want my lips back on hers, her body in my arms so badly I can scream. Between
my legs, my cock is throbbing. Aching for more of her.
Silently registering my two lame
words, she continues to breathe hard. The rest of her is paralyzed. I’ve
probably given her some kind of anxiety attack. Her glistening lips start to
tremble, but words don’t form. A panic button goes off inside me.
“Are you okay?” My heart races as I
anxiously await her response.
Finally, after a few seconds, she
nods. And one word is whispered. “Yes.”
“Scarlet, please forgive me.”
Sliding my legs off the coffee table,
I hastily fold my arms over my lap to cover up my erection.
“I didn’t mean to assault—”
She cuts me off, her face softening.
“You didn’t. You kissed me. And I let you.”
At her tenderly spoken words, relief
washes over me. Her words reconfirm what I felt. She wanted my lips on hers.
She could have fought me off, but she didn’t. She let me deepen the kiss with
my tongue, hold her face in my hands.
Despite my relief, I falter again for
an excuse. “Honestly, I don’t know what got into me. It was totally impulsive.”
“Yes, it was impulsive.”
“I got carried away.”
“Me too.”
Her eyes drop to the coffee table,
landing on our empty bottle of Merlot and depleted glasses. Then, they wander
to my crotch. Her brows lift ever so slightly, suggesting she knows what I’m
hiding. I cringe with embarrassment before she snaps her head up.
“It must have been the wine.”
“Yeah, for sure the wine.”
She quirks a half-smile. “It was
really good.”
“I can open another bottle if you
want more.”
Almost instantly, I regret my offer.
And my double entendre. I’m asking for trouble. I’m already drunk enough with
lust for this woman. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m engaged. She works for
me. With my kid!
She’s totally off limits.
Forbidden.
Fortunately, she declines my offer.
The smile on her face fades and is replaced by a sober expression. Her voice
grows quiet and serious, and under it, I can detect uncertainty and a hint of
regret.
“Finn, I’m going to call it a night.”
I remain silent as she rises from the
sofa. I study her face; she looks to be verging on tears again. Unsteady, she
sucks in a breath like she needs to fortify herself.
“Finn, let’s forget this ever
happened.”
And with that she stumbles away,
leaving me bereft and confused.
Slouching against the couch, I throw
back my head and blow out a hot breath. It does nothing to clear the fog in my
head or the tension between my legs. The throb in my cock, the ache in my
balls.
Let’s forget this ever happened.
Easier said than done. I can’t stop
thinking about her.
I
am a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles
with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin college-age princesses, and a bevy
of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment
industry with a prestigious Humanitas Prize for promoting human dignity and
freedom to my credit, I gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago, but I
still enjoy playing with toys with my hubby. While I write in my PJs, I love to
get dressed up and pretend I’m Hollywood royalty. My steamy stories feature
characters that will make you laugh, cry, and swoon and stay in your heart
forever. They’re often inspired by my past life.
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