Cover Reveal & Giveaway
Make Me Forget
by
Make Me Forget
by
Brandy Lynn
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Genre: New
Adult, Romance
Release Date: February 23, 2015
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~ Synopsis ~
*Inspired
by true events*
Where do
you turn when the ones who are supposed to love you most, hurt you?
When is
enough, enough?
That is
the exact question Chloe Evans had when she escaped her own personal hell that
terrifying night. Even though the road to rebuilding her life has been tough,
she's spent the last two years trying to mend her battered soul. Doubting that
all her efforts are even worth it, she begins to feel she will forever be tied
to the man who took everything away from her.
Ryder
Matthews is the epitome of what most girls associate with perfection. With his
good looks, bad boy persona, multiple tattoos and piercings he is every girl’s
fantasy; every girl except Chloe Evans that is. Ryder sees Chloe as a
challenge...one that he's more than confident he will win.
Drew
Nichols is every girls dream guy. He’s sweet, sincere, trusting, and most of
all patient. He’s exactly what Chloe needs in her life, but is he who she
wants?
We all
have things in life we'd like to forget about. Some bigger than others. When
Chloe uses college as her diversion to escape the memories will either of them
be able to make her forget?
~ Excerpt ~
There’s a huge banner hanging
above the entrance that says, Welcome
Freshmen. Distracted with reading it, I almost collide with my resident
adviser.
Popping her gum she sticks out
her hand and says “Hey, I’m Erin, the RA for your floor and you are?”
Wiping my clammy hands on my
jeans I stick out my hand, “Chloe Evans.”
She shakes it, then untucks a
clipboard from under her arm and flips through the attached stack of papers.
“Okay...” she runs her fingers over the pages. “Evans, Chloe... let me see.
Here you are. You are in room 306. Third floor,” she replies cheerily.
“Great. Thank you,” I say. Time to unpack. I head back to
my car to grab a couple of boxes. Heaving two boxes and a bag out of my trunk,
I turn to head up to my dorm when suddenly I lose my grip, my toe hitches on
the curb and just before I face-plant on the concrete, I'm caught by two strong
arms that pull me back to my feet.
For a moment, all I can see are
muscular arms covered in tattoos. I catch a glimpse of the name Matthews
written in black Celtic script running the length of his forearm from below his
elbow to his wrist. When I look up, his striking cobalt blue eyes distract me
from my embarrassment. His jet-black hair looks just long enough for me to run
my fingers through it and I'll be damned if that's not exactly what I want to
do. His thick lips are spread wide in a charming smile. His features are strong
and his jaw line is chiseled, softened only by a day's worth of stubble. He's
the paragon of masculine beauty.
Dumbstruck, I flush with
embarrassment. I'm staring but who wouldn’t stare at him? He's amused; I can
see it in his eyes.
“Tha –Than – Thank you,” I
stutter. Geez, Chloe could you
sound anymore ridiculous, I scold myself. Get your shit together. Despite
the cautioning voices in my head, I hesitate to detach myself from his arms.
Somehow I find the strength to step back just a bit.
“No problem, sweetheart. Next
time watch those curbs. I may not always be around.” He winks and at first I'm
speechless, then almost immediately indignant.
“I am not your sweetheart.” I've
never been a fan of nicknames which is why I’m so upset at his callous use of
one. Just hearing the word 'sweetheart' makes me cringe. That term is not a
term of endearment for me. It brings back memories. Memories that I don’t want
unleashed and demons that I don’t want chasing me. I’ve spent years ridding
myself of those dark times and I do not want to go backwards.
“Not yet,” he replies. Those two
words threaten to make me weak in the knees. His voice is a dark rich baritone,
like an audible dessert. He is definitely confident and arrogant, I think to
myself. Either way, I am ready to give it back to him.
“Yet? I stare at him questioning
with large doe-eyes. I cannot believe the audacity this guy has. “You’re awful
confident for just meeting me,” I balk.
"I enjoy a challenge
princess," he winks, walking away. Who
the fuck was that? And, what the hell just happened to me?
~ About the Author ~
Brandy Lynn resides in Richmond, Virginia with her husband,
teenage son, and furry friend. She's a retired blogger, chocoholic, aspiring
writer, wine lover, avid reader, procrastinator, animal lover, and a craft
fanatic. Her debut novel, Make Me Forget is scheduled to release on February
23, 2015.
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