Title: Memorized
Author: Alyne Roberts
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 7, 2015
Cover Design: Romantic Book Affairs
Synopsis
The boy who remembers everything.
I heard she is finally going home today. The brain is very powerful. Her mind is unable to handle the memories of what happened, so it blocked it out. As I watch her, I envy her. I wish I could forget, just wipe away all the ugly and the bad. I’m not as lucky as the pretty, lost girl.
I would gladly trade places with her. She has no idea how good forgetting can be.
The girl who forgot everything.
I’m going home today. There is nothing the hospital can do to help me remember the last three years. They say I was attacked, but I can't help them find who it was. They say I'll eventually regain my memories but, it takes time. What happens when you run out of time? Regaining my memory becomes a deadly game of life or death.
Excerpt
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Walking into my home could trigger everything I don't remember. I was told the smallest stimulant could unlock what my brain is hiding from me. Part of me hopes it all comes back. The other part, the weak and scared part, wishes I will stay in blissful ignorance. I'm terrified the most to find out what my brain thought was too devastating for me to handle, choosing to block the memories instead.
"Well, Willow," Dr. Mason says as he stands to shake my hand. "I will see you next week for our scheduled visit. Good luck."
"Thank you," I say to him with a polite smile. I am going to need all the luck I can get.
I leave his office and make my way through the quiet halls to the front reception area. My usual headache starts to form. To ease the throb, I rub my forehead with my fingers on my way to freedom. Only a few more feet and I am out of here for good. With my eyes closed, I slam right into a wall.
The wall is actually a man with a wide and firm chest. Large hands grip my shoulders to keep me from falling back from the impact. I tilt my head back, looking up to see his face. I'm short, even in my heels, but he has to be over six feet tall. A guy about my age glances down at me quickly with dark, brown eyes. When they finally focus on me, I feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment. I stand frozen as the stranger examines me, from head to toe, like some kind of obstacle that he's trying to figure out.
He's intimidating with strong facial features, black hair, and dark eyes. The way his stare drills into me makes me feel he can see all the secrets I can't remember. His grip is firm and steady, holding my body only inches from his own. I can feel the warmth from his wide chest, and I can't decide if it is fear or comfort washing over me. It's a heat that spreads over my entire body, stunning me. The silence becomes suffocating, so I clear my throat and pull out of his hold.
"Sorry. I wasn't paying attention," I mumble as I slowly inch away from him. I worry I may have just ran into someone mentally unstable. I have seen people snap here for less and his glare looks unforgiving. His hard stare and tight jaw show no signs of forgiveness.
I step around him and keep walking, trying to shake the helpless and useless feelings eating at me. Heat creeps up my neck and to my face with embarrassment. I'm just a young girl that has no idea where she is going, whether it is in the hallway or in life. When I enter the receptionist area, Noah stands from the chair where he had been waiting. I quickly sign all the necessary paperwork and agree to keep my scheduled appointments.
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