"I’m a sucker for second chance romances, especially when there is angst involved. I LOVE ANGST! There is nothing like the rip-your-heart-out-and-stomp-on-it theme, as long as the story doesn’t end that way. (Um, about the Enigma Black series…) I can’t explain even begin to explain the depth of emotion contained in the story" - Jennifer, Goodreads
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Published: June 15th, 2018
It’s been nearly a decade since Elle Sloan last saw Luke Hutchins. Close to ten years since she broke up with him over a single phone call, providing him with little explanation. Since the end of their relationship, Elle has done everything she could do to move on, marrying, proceeding forward with her life, almost allowing herself to completely forget about Luke.
Almost.
Out of nowhere, Elle receives a phone call from Luke’s mother. Luke has been in a horrific car accident and, a month later, has just awoken from a coma. However, instead of celebrating, his family is stunned to learn that Luke is suffering from amnesia and only remembers his life as it was before his breakup with Elle. Not wanting to tell Luke that he and Elle aren’t together anymore for fear it may compromise his recovery, Elle is asked by Luke’s family to come to the hospital to see him. Their hope is that she will slowly be able to jog his memory and cushion the blow.
Guilt-ridden over how their relationship ended, Elle readily agrees, finding herself transported back in time with Luke to the life they once shared and the future they could have had together.
EXCERPT
I heard voices even before I stepped inside of the room.
They were soft, but one by one, I was able to discern who was speaking. The
first voice struck me like a freight train, catapulting me further back in time
with each word he spoke. The second one made my heart skip a beat.
As I walked farther into the room, I saw another vision of
my past sitting next to the hospital bed. His attention, at first, was entirely
focused on the occupant in the bed, until movement from me diverted his
attention to me. He locked eyes with me, surprise on his face quickly turning
to an odd combination of contradiction. Anger, excitement, and suspicion all
appeared to be waging war and were enough to give me whiplash just looking at
him. Peter Monroe—or just Monroe, as he preferred to be called—had been Luke’s
best friend since pretty much the dawn of each other’s existence. He’d aged.
His boyish good looks had hardened into a man who would have been difficult to
recognize to me, save for the same square chin, overly large nose, and
mischievous eyes I had remembered so fondly.
Another step inside the room revealed a sight I had fought
valiantly to keep from infiltrating my dreams for the last several years. Like
Monroe, he didn’t notice my arrival at first, and I was grateful for that
because the shock I was feeling at that moment would have undoubtedly
transferred onto him. His head was turned, his eyes, from what I could see of
them, were closed. Most of his features were facing Monroe, but from what
little I could make out of them, he looked exactly how I remembered him. The
rest of his body, however, was a different story.
His hair had begun to grow back after having obviously been
recently shaved to prep him for surgery. On the side of his head that was
visible to me, a bandage was secured to his scalp just above his ear and was
wrapped around his head. Both of his legs had been broken and were secured with
immobilizers, resembling large boots. He’d been through hell and back
physically, and I feared he’d soon go through the same emotionally, all because
of me.
Tears fell down my face before I even had the chance to
realize they had formed. Not wanting Luke to see me upset, I dabbed my eyes
with my sleeve and did my best to maintain my composure before he realized I
was there. With a lump in my throat, I took a step closer to the bed,
approaching it on the opposite side of Monroe. There another chair sat, which I
was grateful for in the event my legs felt like they were going to give out on
me. Monroe sat watching me expectantly, silently screaming at me to announce my
presence and put an end to the torment Luke must have been going through since
regaining consciousness.
Closing my eyes, I took a breath and spoke. “Luke.”
About the author:
Sara “Furlong” Burr was born and raised in Michigan and currently still lives there with her husband, two daughters, a high-strung Lab, and three judgmental cats. When she’s not writing, Sara enjoys reading, camping, spending time with her family, and attempting to paint while consuming more amaretto sours than she cares to admit.
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2 comments:
Sounds like a good read.
Sounds great.
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