Lost Memories

ISBN Digital: 978-1-61217-743-4
ISBN Print: 978-1-62830-154-0
Page Count: 166
Word Count: 40075
Rating: Spicy(PG13)


Honky Tonk Hearts Series

When your past is a blank, it's hard to trust the future...

A car accident leaves Darcy Brooks with amnesia, but she's determined it won't ruin her life. She finds a job on a dude ranch--hiding her brain trauma to get it--and falls in love with her work. Now if she can just avoid falling in love with her boss.

Nick Matthews knows his new employee is hiding something, and he's determined to discover what. He's failed to protect his family from disaster in the past and won't let it happen again. Now if he can just keep his attraction to Darcy from clouding his judgment.

Nick soon comes to value Darcy as an employee and a friend--even as the heat between them builds. But when a man claiming to be Darcy's husband shows up, Nick realizes just how much he wants to keep Darcy for himself.

Rating: Spicy
Page Count: 166
Word Count: 40075
978-1-61217-743-4 Digital


“Thanks for all your help.” Not. Other than standing there, he hadn’t done a thing to help with Horace.

He held a hand out to her. “Looked like you had him under control.”

Darcy rose onto her elbows. Yuck. Her jeans were caked with mud and who knew what else. Anxious to get out of the stench, she placed her hand in his. Palm to palm, her heart skipped a beat, and she forgot to breath.

He tugged on her arm, pulling her to her feet. His arm went around her waist as she slammed into his chest. The unexpected heat of him made her step back into one of Horace’s holes, knocking them both off balance.

Nick twisted, bracing her against his hard chest as they landed back in the muck. Air whooshed from her lips. She stared at his mud-splattered form in horror.

Oh, God, he’s sure to fire me now.

“I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” She tugged her foot to free it, catching her boot on the cuff of his jeans.

“I would be if you’d stop kicking me.” All movement halted on her part as she stared, biting her bottom rim to keep from laughing as she wiped the specks of mud from his cheek, making the damage ten times worse. His skin was warm and bristly under her finger, and she quickly withdrew her hand.

His chest rumbled beneath her.

Startled by the warmth that spread through her, she levitated herself by placing her palms on his chest.

“You should see yourself.” His lips lifted at the corners before he broke out in a full laugh.


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