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December 13, 2025

A FREE Gift for Readers: The Author’s Edition of She Once Knew

She Once Knew - Author's Edition is available FREE in digital format. The text in this edition is the original first edition, plus a whole lot more. What makes this Author’s Edition special is everything that now surrounds it.

If you would like to read the Author’s Edition, you can download it here:
https://dl.bookfunnel.com/72vb36up8m

Free downloads are available for a short time.

I have received many thoughtful questions from readers such as:
Where did Zia come from?
Why the daisies?
Why this story, and why in this way?

The Author’s Edition offers those answers. It also gathers several pieces that expand the world behind the novel. Along with the full text, this edition includes:

- Why I Wrote She Once Knew
- The Tench Estate History
- The Inheritance, my latest poem
- On Zia’s Daisies
- Author Questions & Answers
- Also by Daniel Lamonte
- Coming by Daniel Lamonte
and more.

These pieces offer a larger view of the story, the threads and origins that shaped it before it reached the page. For readers who want to walk a little further with the characters and the world, these pieces open the way.

Thank you for reading, and for giving this story a place to live.

- Daniel Lamonte

PS. Here's a link to a promo of similar literary fiction books.
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I won't call them FREE. I'll call them PRICELESS (but there's no charge).
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December 8, 2025

She Once Knew: A Literary Psychological Thriller of Forgetting and Belonging - Now Available

She Once Knew
A Literary Psychological Novel of Forgetting and Belonging

If something in these pages aches in ways you cannot quite name, then the story has done what it set out to do. She Once Knew is a quiet, unsettling exploration of memory, love, and what survives loss.

🌿 Imagine returning to a house that remembers more than you can
💔 Imagine a love asked to endure what the mind misplaces
🌸 Imagine choosing the same heart, again and again, even as the past dissolves

After her father’s funeral, Zia Tench steps back onto the estate that has never felt fully hers. The gate opens before she touches the keypad. Rooms breathe with echoes she cannot place. And a letter, left for her in careful secrecy, reveals a future already planned in her absence.

Archer Rainsford, once the boy who called her daisy girl and now the man named her conservator, stands at the center of that design. Bound to him through her father’s arrangements, Zia is drawn into a life set in motion long before she agreed to it. The estate’s contracts, vaults, and automated protocols blur the edges between memory and control, affection and obligation, inheritance and confinement.

While Zia searches for the line between her own will and the architecture built around her, she discovers gentler truths that refuse to be lost. A piano passage she almost recognizes. A field of daisies that holds steady when she cannot. A love that persists in the quiet spaces where recall fails. The narrative turns in circles and refrains because memory rarely moves straight.

She Once Knew invites readers into the fragile terrain where identity frays yet something essential remains. It is not a story of easy hope or utter despair, but of the narrow place between them, where agency is limited, dignity endures, and love becomes its own anchor.

With themes of psychological inheritance, mediated intimacy, and the strange tenderness of forgetting, the novel offers a haunting, nonlinear experience for readers drawn to literary fiction that lingers, stories about memory, selfhood, and the legacy families leave behind.

Ultimately, She Once Knew is both meditation and love story, a reminder that
🌼 Memory may falter and still be true
❤️ And love may outlast the remembering altogether

She Once Knew: Available on Amazon
https://www.amazon.com/dp/1969068027


A Note from the Author

Dear Reader,
This is not a story told in straight lines.
Love does not grow that way.
It doubles back. Forgets. Collides with itself.
And memory, well, memory does what it wants.

If it feels like you’re missing pieces, you are.
If it feels like you’ve been here before, you have.
If it hurts in ways you can’t explain,
then maybe I got it right.

Daniel Lamonte
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