right? I work in a flower shop. I know a funeral arrangement when I see one.
too. And one is standing in my hospital room right now, straight behind the man
who saved my life.
die. So I do the next best thing. I “lose” my memory.
brutal attempted murder has its perks. The killer is backing down, spending
less time around me, loosening the noose.
“remember.” I hate lying to him.
writes romantic suspense with hot bikers, intense undercover DEA agents, bad
boys turned good, and Special Ops heroes — and the women who love them. Meli
rode her first motorcycle when she was five years old, but she played in the
ocean long before that. She lives in New England with her family.