From USA Today bestseller Nelle L’Amour, a steamy and suspenseful ripped from the headlines second chance romance. What happens when the past, present, and future collide?
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.
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.
“A romance for our times.Relevant and real with all the feels.” –Meredith Wild, #1 New York Times Bestseller
“The perfect blend of romance, suspense, beautiful love, andsteamy sex. Nelle broke me into pieces but put me back together again.” –A.M.Hargrove, USA Today BestsellingAuthor
“Sensual and emotional with edge of your seatmystery and intrigue. You won’t be able to put it down.” –Aleatha Romig, New York Times Bestselling Author.
“So relevant with characters that could stepout right from the headlines. 5 Gripping Stars.–Raine Miller, New York TimesBestselling Author
“A beautiful, emotional, heart-wrenching taleof love lost and rediscovered identities. An incredible book from an amazingauthor!” –Angel Payne, USA TodayBestseller
“A sharp and suspenseful plot drenched inHollywood glamour and sex.” –Alessandra Torre, New York Times Bestselling Author
“Nelle L’Amour effortlessly weaves a web ofintrigue that left me breathless and flipping pages late into the night.”–Adriane Leigh, USA Today BestsellingAuthor
“Six thrilling stars!Clever, sexy, and romantic. Romantic suspense atits best! –Auden Dar, Amazon Bestselling Author
“The best book Nelle has ever written. Grippingand emotional and ran out of tissues. –Gloria Herrera, As You Like It Reviews
“Anamazing and a suspenseful thrill ride that will keep you guessing.” –Book Nerds
“An amazing second chance romance that touched on a sensitivesubject with insightful zeal. Such a touching and bold story.” –Book Lovin’Mama
“A fast-paced, thought-provoking storyline withrealistic characters and very sexy romance.” –Book Bellas
“Be prepared for titillating twists and turnsand a slow burn suspense with a shocking, breathtaking life or death ending.” –Amazon Reader
“RememberMe is best love story I have ever read.” –Ilene, Goodreads Reviewer
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“Relax, baby,” purrs Finn, my husband of seven years as he massages my breasts, cupping them with his deft hands.
“I’m trying.” Trying is the operative word. I have a shitload on my mind. An investigative reporter for Conquest Broadcasting News, I’m about to break a story that’s going to blow the entertainment industry apart. If all goes to plan, I will have all the evidence I need to bring down one of Hollywood’s biggest players. The repercussions are formidable. Like bowling pins, one by one, every womanizing asshole in this town will go down. And each time one does, I’m going to do a happy dance. This is the story that’s going to put me on the map. Maybe win some kind of Pulitzer. Get me my own news show. And best of all, let me at last have my revenge.
Finn tweaks my sensitive nipples, cutting into my mental exposé. “Skye, baby, you’ve got to stop working so hard. Whatever story you’re working on, let go of it.”
So erotically charged by my husband, I arch my back and moan, managing a few words. “I can’t. It’s too important.”
“What’s it about?”
“I can’t tell you yet.” Nicole swore me to secrecy. I haven’t even told my boss about it though I will have to. I’m not sure what he’ll think. Sheldon’s production company, Greenlight Entertainment, is a major supplier to Conquest Broadcasting. Best known for the long-running series, Criminal Justice and its various spinoffs set in gritty cities from coast to coast. Dominating the network’s prime time line up, the highly rated franchise has earned Conquest billions of dollars in advertising revenue.
Since the meeting with Nicole, I’ve interviewed other victims—including Zoey Taylor, the star of Conquest’s hit comedy, Perfect 10 and wife of action star Brandon Taylor—who told me Sheldon Greenberg squeezed her ass and masturbated in front of her when she was working as a masseuse. While I have numerous allegations of this sort, running the gamut from sexual come-ons to making victims take showers with him, the key is getting concrete evidence. Tomorrow. Fingers crossed. Until then, it’s he said, she said. Nothing that can be taken to court.
Finn continues to play with my breasts. “Baby, I’m worried about you. You’ve been so distracted lately.”
“I’m sorry,” I mumble. “The story is close to home. It’s personal to me.”
“You need to be closer to home. To us. Maybe it’s time to get a desk job. It’s too damn risky being in the field.”
He nuzzles my neck, his day-old stubble brushing against my flesh as I process his words. He’s even urged me to quit my job and stay home ever since our life changed drastically nine months ago. Heated arguments have ensued, straining our marriage. But I can’t. Uncovering the truth is in my blood. I need to be in the field as much as he needs to be in a studio. My stories are his paintings; my words, his brush strokes.
My breathtaking husband is an artist—a painter—but his creative talent extends from a canvas to a mattress. From his studio to our bedroom. So gifted. And he himself is a work of art, with his sculpted, hard as marble body and chiseled face that looks as if an Italian master crafted it. Deftly, he slides a hand down my torso and puts two long, skilled fingers between my legs, coaxing me to spread them. Still tweaking a nipple, he begins to rub my hypersensitive bud. I wriggle and moan louder as he works it harder and faster. Succumbing to his touch, I feel the beginnings of an orgasm crashing through me. The intense pressure building and building. All I can think about is my release. Finn knows how to push all my buttons. God, does he!
“Jesus, Skye. The only thing you’re close to is coming all over my fingers.”
He’s right. Then, just as I’m about to combust, he yanks me down the bed by my ankles and throws my legs over his shoulders. Still working my clit, he puts his erection—that spectacular cock of his—to my entrance and plunges it inside. While I’m used to his size, I groan nonetheless—partly from the shock of it and partly from the pleasure of it. He pummels me, and I feverishly meet his every powerful thrust.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he grunts.
“I’m going to come,” I breathe out, my voice a mere rasp, my body on fire.
“Not yet. Hold on, baby.”
As the flames of my arousal consume me, I do all I can to prolong my release and come with him. Despite all that’s on my mind, I’m in the moment. Then, boom! As he explodes inside me, I fall apart and convulse all around him. The quasi-musical sounds of our ecstasy mingle and are joined by a loud wail from the small bedroom next to ours.