A clean, slow burn, second chance contemporary romance where perfume is memory and love is the risk.
In the quiet town of New Rochelle, Fiona Marlowe spends her days serving coffee and her nights chasing a dream bottled in a single vial of perfume—her own creation born of memory, longing, and the sea breeze of her childhood. It is her soul in scent, and the world doesn’t seem ready for it.
Edward Rousseau has built everything wealth, power, a thriving cosmetics empire. But when a chance encounter in a seaside café leaves his designer suit stained and his senses haunted by a fragrance unlike any other, his carefully controlled world begins to unravel.
Drawn together by coincidence and kept apart by silence, Fiona and Edward embark on a journey neither of them expected.
A journey that smells like home, aches like loss, and dares to ask whether a guarded heart running from memory and an open soul shaped by it can meet at the crossroads of scent and fate.
In the scent of a forgotten memory, he found his haven. But will she let him stay?
Perfect for readers who believe in love, or long to believe again.
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Clean romance Slow burn Second chance Healing and emotional growth Small-town coastal vibes (New Rochelle) Self-made CEO × artist-perfumer Sensory, fragrance-driven romance
Few books manage to leave me speechless, but this one did. The Scent of a Forgotten Memory is raw, atmospheric, and hauntingly beautiful. The writing has a cinematic flow — every scene played vividly in my mind, yet carried the tenderness of a whispered secret. It stirred emotions I didn’t expect, sometimes aching, sometimes healing. This is not just a story you read; it’s one you live, and it lingers long after the last page.
I’m not a book critic, just an ordinary person. But what I do know is that I smelled every scent, felt every ache, and longed for every touch. I felt to the bone the yearning for love, for desire, for connection. This clean, heartfelt story is slow-burn and a second-chance tale that lingers long after the last page. And yes, I want my own Edward too!