HELP ME REMEMBER, a new small-town, brother’s best friend romance from New York Times Bestselling Author, Corinne Michaels, is available now! Scroll down for an excerpt!
I may have asked Spencer to help me remember, but now I wish I could forget…
New York Times bestselling author Corinne Michaels brings you a new small-town, brother’s best friend romance.
In one second, my life disappeared.
My past. My memories. My future.
The only certainty I have from the last three years is that my older brother is dead, and I am the only eyewitness.
In order to protect the case, the lawyers demand that no one give me any information about my life . . . I must remember on my own. My only help comes from my brother’s best friend and world-renowned investigative reporter, Spencer Cross.
He has no idea how many nights I’ve spent dreaming of his name—and his body—next to mine.
Now we’re a team and our goal is to recover my memories and retrace my past. But each day we spend together, he’s looking at me as more than his friend’s little sister and I find it harder to want my old life back. Instead I’m wishing for a new one–with him. His kiss feels like home. His arms make me feel safe, and I never want this to end.
As my memories return, forcing me to face my future, everything falls apart… especially when I find an engagement ring hidden in my apartment. I have no idea who gave it to me, or what it means about my past.
I may have asked Spencer to help me remember, but now I wish I could forget.
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My eyes flutter open and then slam closed as the blinding light is too much. The ache in my head is so intense it steals my breath.
What the hell happened?
There’s a slight pressure on my arm, and then my mother’s soft voice fills the silence. “Brielle, honey. It’s okay. Open your eyes, my sweet girl.”
I inhale a few times before attempting it again. This time, I’m prepared for the brightness and the sterile white walls that reflect the sunlight. I hear someone rushing around a second before the blinds go down, casting shadows and making it a little easier for me to lift my lids.
“Where—” I try to speak, but my throat is raw. It’s as though I swallowed a thousand knives and haven’t had so much as a sip of water in years.
Mom is beside me, and my sister-in-law, Addison, is next to her. I turn my head to see who is on the other side, which is a big mistake as a new wave of pain shoots through my skull. I lift my hands to my head, trying to push the pressure down, but it doesn’t ebb that easily.
Who I assume is the doctor barks an order for medication before he lowers his voice to a whisper. “Brielle, it’s Holden. We’re going to get you some pain medication for your head.”
Holden? My brother’s best friend is here? I don’t understand. He left Rose Canyon years ago and only comes back once a year.
He speaks again. “Do you know where you are?”
I’m assuming I’m in the hospital, considering the monitors and bed I’m in, so I nod. “W-what h-ha-happened?” I choke on the words.
There are no sounds other than the beeping behind me. I will my eyelids to open and stay that way as if it will help me find the answer as to why I’m here. When they finally listen, I find myself looking directly at all three of my brother’s best friends. Holden, who is wearing his white coat, is in the middle. Next to him is Spencer Cross, the tall, dark, and sinful man I have dreamed of since I was thirteen but will never have. Behind him is Emmett Maxwell, who . . . is in the military on deployment . . . what the hell?
Why is he in a police uniform? Why is he even here? The emails he sends each week are all Isaac ever talks about because, of course, Emmett had to join the Special Forces. He couldn’t just do his time and come back—he needed to be heroic, which isn’t the least bit surprising.
“Do you know why you’re in the hospital?” Holden asks.
I shake my head, regretting it immediately.
He gives me a soft smile before asking, “What is your full name?”
“Brielle Angelina Davis.”
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About Corinne Michaels:
Corinne Michaels is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of romance novels. Her stories are chock full of emotion, humor, and unrelenting love, and she enjoys putting her characters through intense heartbreak before finding a way to heal them through their struggles.
Corinne is a former Navy wife and happily married to the man of her dreams. She began her writing career after spending months away from her husband while he was deployed–reading and writing were her escapes from the loneliness. Corinne now lives in Virginia with her husband and is the emotional, witty, sarcastic, and fun-loving mom of two beautiful children.
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