Some of you might recall my excitement a
year ago when my “amnesia story” was finally released. You might also recall my
confusion and frustration a month later when my publisher folded and the story
I love was no longer available. Well, I am over the moon to announce IT’S BACK!!! My amnesia story now has a new publisher, new cover and a new title, A
Bride Worth Fighting For.
by Sara Daniel
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.
Excerpt:
“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
ISBN: 978-1-61333-888-9
Length: 32,000 words
Genre: Erotic romance, paranormal romance,
contemporary romance, wedding romance, medical romance, drama, amnesia romance
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