There once was this boy I loved very much. He would leave a rose on my doorstep on my birthdays and on the anniversary of the day we met.
I don’t know what happened to him. I lost my memory and my ability to speak after a horrendous hit-and-run accident.
A different boy shows up like clockwork at the bar I bartend at, but he’s not a boy. He’s all man. Tall. Imposing. Brooding. Guns for arms. Doesn’t speak a lick to me. He stares at me from his dark corner with this intensity, as though I should know him. Do I? What secret does he hold in that sinfully hot body of his?
I’m willing to give up on ever seeing the boy I once loved for time with the man who could have the answer for what’s missing from my life. Where did the boy I loved go?
I'm an author of paranormal and contemporary romances. Blessed or cursed, depending on my mood and where I'm at on my current WIP, my overactive imagination guides my muse.
A big fan of Firefly and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, I incorporate various weapons in my paranormal romances and use out of this world names just because I can.
I really enjoyed that short story. So much love and understanding between characters. The plot was interesting and the telling captivating. I was actually surprised that the book ended so quickly, but happy for them afterwards.