Remember Me by Nelle L'Amour

 

REMEMBER ME

 by Nelle L’ Amour

Release Date: September 12

 

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Blurb:

“A romance for our times. Relevant and real with all the feels.”—Meredith Wild, #1 New York Times Bestseller

From USA Today bestseller Nelle L’Amour, a sizzling and suspenseful second chance romance like none other.

Skye:

It was love at first sight with Finn. The downtown bad boy with the piercing blue eyes, tattooed biceps, and museum-worthy chiseled body. But while he struggled, I was driven. An investigative reporter determined to pursue the truth to get my story. My credo: Dig deep, then dig deeper. Then one time, I dug too deep and literally dug my own grave, losing everything and everyone dear to me.

Until life gave me a second chance.

Finn:

Being a renowned artist and single dad isn’t easy. My demanding fiancée doesn’t help. No matter how much I try, she wants nothing to do with my precious five-year-old daughter.

Then she came along. The hot as sin teacher. Scarlet Callahan. She’s everything my fiancée isn’t. Warm, funny, and down-to-earth, she adores my daughter as much as my daughter adores her. I’m inexplicably attracted to her, but she keeps her distance. Like she’s hiding something. Except I’m going to uncover her secret even if it means risking everything I’ve ever wanted.

And everyone I’ve ever loved.

   

Excerpt: 

I pull away as fast as my lips captured hers. Fuck. What the hell did I just do? I just kissed my daughter’s teacher. And what’s worse, I more than liked it. Everything about the kiss felt so delicious, so familiar. Like our mouths have known each other forever. She melted right into me, willingly, and I could tell from her sexy sounds and breathing she felt everything I did. I wanted more of her in the worst way, so badly an erection strained against my jeans as my tongue tangled with hers. I’m still hard as a rock. Make that steel.

Catching my breath, I drop my hands from her face and stare at her. She looks shell-shocked. Her porcelain skin flushed, her kissable lips still parted, her misty eyes frozen wide. Her breathing, harsh like mine, her perfect breasts quivering with each labored breath. Her eyes stay fixed on me, finally blinking. As if she’s trying to make sense of what just happened.

“I’m sorry,” I breathe out, not knowing what else to say. Shit. What came over me? But to be blatantly honest, I want my lips back on hers, her body in my arms so badly I can scream. Between my legs, my cock is throbbing. Aching for more of her.

Silently registering my two lame words, she continues to breathe hard. The rest of her is paralyzed. I’ve probably given her some kind of anxiety attack. Her glistening lips start to tremble, but words don’t form. A panic button goes off inside me.

“Are you okay?” My heart races as I anxiously await her response.

Finally, after a few seconds, she nods. And one word is whispered. “Yes.”

“Scarlet, please forgive me.”

Sliding my legs off the coffee table, I hastily fold my arms over my lap to cover up my erection.

“I didn’t mean to assault—”

She cuts me off, her face softening. “You didn’t. You kissed me. And I let you.”

At her tenderly spoken words, relief washes over me. Her words reconfirm what I felt. She wanted my lips on hers. She could have fought me off, but she didn’t. She let me deepen the kiss with my tongue, hold her face in my hands.

Despite my relief, I falter again for an excuse. “Honestly, I don’t know what got into me. It was totally impulsive.”

“Yes, it was impulsive.”

“I got carried away.”

“Me too.”

Her eyes drop to the coffee table, landing on our empty bottle of Merlot and depleted glasses. Then, they wander to my crotch. Her brows lift ever so slightly, suggesting she knows what I’m hiding. I cringe with embarrassment before she snaps her head up.

“It must have been the wine.”

“Yeah, for sure the wine.”

She quirks a half-smile. “It was really good.”

“I can open another bottle if you want more.”

Almost instantly, I regret my offer. And my double entendre. I’m asking for trouble. I’m already drunk enough with lust for this woman. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m engaged. She works for me. With my kid!

She’s totally off limits.

Forbidden.

Fortunately, she declines my offer. The smile on her face fades and is replaced by a sober expression. Her voice grows quiet and serious, and under it, I can detect uncertainty and a hint of regret.

“Finn, I’m going to call it a night.”

I remain silent as she rises from the sofa. I study her face; she looks to be verging on tears again. Unsteady, she sucks in a breath like she needs to fortify herself.

“Finn, let’s forget this ever happened.”

And with that she stumbles away, leaving me bereft and confused.

Slouching against the couch, I throw back my head and blow out a hot breath. It does nothing to clear the fog in my head or the tension between my legs. The throb in my cock, the ache in my balls.

Let’s forget this ever happened.

Easier said than done. I can’t stop thinking about her.

As the flaming logs in the fireplace crackle, I relive that kiss, that incredible kiss, and seek the relief I crave.

   

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Guess what!? I was one of the co-creators and original producers of the TV series, Power Rangers. I oversaw the first one-hundred classic episodes, and I wrote/co-wrote many of them. I know…it’s hard to believe I went from kids’ shows to erotic romances, but I did. It’s a long story and if you meet me at a book signing, I’ll tell you everything.

So today, my alter-ego, Nelle L’Amour, is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin college-bound princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in both the entertainment and toy industrues with a prestigious Humanitas Prize for promoting human dignity and freedom to my credit, I gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago, but I still enjoy playing with toys with my hubby. While I write in my PJs, I love to get dressed up and pretend I’m Hollywood royalty. My steamy stories feature characters that will make you laugh, cry, and swoon and stay in your heart forever. And they’re often inspired by my past life.

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Remember Me by Nelle L'Amour

Title: Remember Me

Author: Nelle L’Amour

Genre: Steamy Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Arijana Karčić

Release Date: May 30, 2019

Blurb

From USA Today bestseller Nelle L’Amour, a steamy and suspenseful ripped from the headlines second chance romance that will have you gasping for air.

Skye:

It was love at first sight with Finn. The downtown bad boy with the piercing blue eyes, tattooed biceps, and museum-worthy chiseled body. But while he struggled, I was driven. An investigative reporter determined to pursue the truth to get my story. My credo: Dig deep, then dig deeper. Then one time, I dug too deep and literally dug my own grave, losing everything and everyone dear to me.

Until life gave me a second chance.

Finn:

Being a renowned artist and single dad isn’t easy. My demanding fiancée doesn’t help. No matter how much I try, she wants nothing to do with my precious five-year-old daughter.

Then she came along. The hot as sin teacher. Scarlet Callahan. She’s everything my fiancée isn’t. Warm, funny, and down-to-earth, she loves my daughter as much as my daughter loves her. I’m inexplicably attracted to her, but she keeps her distance. Like she’s hiding something. Except I’m going to uncover her secret even if it means risking everything I’ve ever wanted.

And everyone I’ve ever loved.

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Excerpt

One hour later, we’re in Brooklyn, at Finn’s painting-filled loft, butt-naked on his one piece of furniture— a micro-suede futon that’s sprawled out on the butcher-block floor. Our bodies are entwined, a mad tangle of arms, legs, and tongues that can’t get enough of one another. Touching, sucking, licking, tasting. Exploring each other as if we’re two conquerors discovering new lands. Springsteen’s “She’s the One” plays on his sound system.

So in the moment, my very skilled, generous, rough around the edges lover brings me to places I’ve never known before. In positions I’ve only read about. Giving me one outrageous orgasm after another. Each one more mind-blowing than the one before. Making me forget about what happened at Christie’s. And my now expired V-Card.

We spend the entire night fucking our brains out. Opening our hearts. Bearing our souls. We’re bathed in each other’s scents, twined in each other’s limbs, wrapped in each other’s dreams. I tell him about my nomadic, magical childhood, traveling across the globe while my parents filmed award-winning documentaries. And then about their untimely, tragic death. The Cliff Notes version of my education. Followed by my dreams and aspirations.

My past seems happily ever after Finn shares his. I learn he’s a product of the system. The son of a crack whore mother who abandoned him at birth, leaving him alone to drift from one foster family to another. A talented artist from an early age, he turned to painting as a means to both escape his hardships and express himself. It was the only constant in his ever changing, challenging life. His passion when love was nowhere to be had. Two years older than me—twenty-five— he tells me he won a full scholarship to the prestigious Pratt Institute, from which he graduated.

“What were you doing at Christie’s?” I ask, during a reprieve from our reckless sex, my head resting on his chiseled chest, his arm wrapped round me.

“Networking with collectors and dealers, hoping to jumpstart my painting career. What about you?”

“After my depressing job interview at NBC, I impulsively went inside just to warm up and get a drink.”

A chance encounter.

He affectionately flicks my nose. “They should have hired you.”

“One of your paintings should have been hanging at Christie’s.”

We exchange a laugh before…

We fuck again and again. Everywhere. Every which way. In his bed… on the kitchen counter…against the walls…in the shower. No part of his loft is left unmarked.

***

Last night, it was lust.

By morning, it’s love.

One day later, I get a life-changing phone call. A job offer from Conquest Broadcasting in Los Angeles to become an associate producer in their news department.

That night after a celebratory session of delicious lovemaking, my naked, beautiful Finn rolls off the futon and stands up.

“Now, I’m gonna make you an offer you can’t refuse.”

I laugh at him, appreciating his valiant attempt to sound like Marlon Brando in The Godfather. “What?”

“It’s a surprise. Close your eyes.”

I do as he asks. A few moments later, a ticklish, wet sensation brushes across my abdomen.

I squirm. “What are you doing, Finn?” It lasts less than thirty seconds.

“Baby, sit up and open your eyes. I hoist myself up to an upright position. Finn’s sitting cross-legged next to me, holding a paintbrush, the bristles coated in a shimmer of red. He flashes a cocky smile.

I look down. My eyes grow wide as I silently read the two words he’s painted on my torso.

Marry me.

Two weeks later, we exchange our forever vows at a chapel in Las Vegas en route to Los Angeles.

The city of angels.

The city of dreams.

Author Bio

Nelle L’Amour is a NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling Author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin college-aged princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment industry with a prestigious Humanitus Award to her credit, she gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago but still enjoys playing with toys with her husband. While she writes in her PJs, she loves to get dressed up and pretend she’s Hollywood royalty. She writes juicy stories with characters that will make you both laugh and cry and stay in your heart forever.

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