But she’s still a complete stranger to me.” Her search for clues soon leads her to Ed Larsen-the man whose heart she broke not even three months before-but from the moment she walks back into his life, he makes it clear that he wants nothing to do with her ever again. And the weapon, a blood-splattered empty bottle of scotch, lay abandoned nearby.Īfter waking up in hospital with a head injury, but with no memory whatsoever of who she is, twenty-five-year-old Clementine ‘Clem’ Johns begins tracing her past through any clues that might shed light on the life she led before her accident, and the person she used to be.

A couple found me unconscious and bleeding on the sidewalk. My first memory is of waking up in this hospital, but really, I was born late at night on an inner-city street. Compulsively readable and compelling, this is the kind of story that leaves you pondering how much of the self actually remains when all memory is lost, and what you would do differently if you had a second chance at your own life. By delving deep into the rich emotional tapestry of a character who is experiencing all her firsts all over again, Scott crafts one of her loveliest, most touching romances to date, infusing each scene with her effortless, deadpan sense of humour, and balancing oh-so perfectly angst with steamy love scenes. Kylie Scott delivers an utterly unputdownable, unique rendering of true love and second chances-a tale that centres entirely on a heroine with no memory of the past or the man she once loved-showing how much our past experiences truly shape who we are. I can never resists a well-written second chance romance, but I go all weak-kneed when I come across a fresh take on this much-loved sub-genre, especially one penned by a favourite author of mine.

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