About Fading Memories
Isabel Nichols’s life changed in more ways than one through the years. As a young child, she experienced a loss that devastated her. It wasn’t until she was an adult that the universe around her shattered. In a twenty-four-hour time frame, she lost what she’d thought was her world. What followed was a year of mourning, a year of grieving, a year of darkness. Now, there’s one man who can show her the light.
Dakota Jackson left his life behind on a whim, moving to a beach cottage away from the big city where he grew up. He sees through Izzie’s clouds as he gets to know her, with the drive to be everything that she’s ever needed. The only problem is, Dakota holds the key to a secret that could ruin both of their hopes and dreams.
Passion isn’t always enough to heal a broken heart; love isn’t always enough to guide you through the darkness.
This is about two souls that were meant to be together from the day they were born. Two people who have to figure out a way to look past the memories. It’s the now; it’s living your life as you’re meant to, loving the one your heart craves. It’s about letting go of the grieving, learning to be who you are, and accepting life for what it is.
Can love cure all things despite its hardships?
Excerpt
The glass shatters around my feet and a few pieces actually cut my skin.
“Shit. Shit. Shit!” I yell.
“Don’t move; you’ll cut yourself even more.”
In a flash, I’m lifted from the floor and placed onto the counter. Dakota raised me like it was nothing, and is now looking around for the broom and dustpan.
“Pantry,” I say and point to the door.
“I’m sorry for startling you; I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you always this jumpy?” he asks as he stops what he’s doing to glance at me.
“Yes, when I have a strange man in my kitchen that I don’t know is behind me, I tend to be a little jumpy,” I say with a hint of sarcasm.
“I’m not a stranger, you know. Just a guy that moved in next door and is trying to get to know the neighbor.”
“Are you done yet? I’ve got work to do.”
“Almost, but you need to let me clean the cuts on your foot first, then you can go back to work.”
“I’ll clean them. I don’t need anyone to take care of me. Got it?”
“Oh, I’m sure you can take care of yourself, but I think you should let me take care of you. You know, it’s not a bad thing to let people in.”
God, that smirk he always gives me … it’s about to drive me nuts. Jumping down from the counter, I decide to do this myself. This is a conversation that needs to be avoided. In the bathroom, I lock the door behind me and locate the peroxide and a bandage. I hike my foot up on the side of the tub and dab the cotton ball onto the small cut. My breath hitches from the sting. Satisfied that they’re clean enough, everything goes back up and I head back out.
About A.M. Willard
A.M. Willard is a true believer of soul mates, and happy ever afters. She enjoys reading, sailing, and of course writing contemporary romance with some saucy scenes. Releasing her first novella of the One Night Series on April 12, 2014 has sent her on a new journey in life. A.M.’s passion for writing started at a young age, but with the love and support from her husband of eighteen years pushed her to follow her dreams. Once she hit that first publish button, she hasn’t looked back.
Publications available from A.M. Willard include the Chances Series, Love on the Screen, and everyone’s favorite, the One Night Series. She’s also had an article published in the Writer’s Monthly Review Magazine and was just accepted into the Romance Writers of America organization in May of 2015.
A.M. Willard was born and raised in the Panhandle of Florida, but resides in Savannah GA with her husband, son, two cats, one rotten dog, and her six chickens. Yes, we said chickens…
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