LOVE WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER by Tracey Livesay: Release Spotlight & Excerpt

Posted August 30, 2017 in Excerpts, Spotlights / 0 Comments


An accident changed Leighton Clarke’s life forever.

When she awakens from a coma, her childhood memories are intact but she possesses no memories of the past six years of her life. Terrified, anxious and disoriented, she’s only calmed by the presence of the gorgeous celebrity chef with compassionate brown eyes, the man who turns out to be her fiancée, Jonathan.

Jonathan Moran is tormented over his part in the deception that he’s Leighton’s fiancé. In truth, she’s engaged to his brother! Any day now, her memory is destined to return and she’ll remember it’s his fault she was injured. Meanwhile, the more time they spend together, the closer they become until Jonathan begins to wish the pretense of them being a couple was real.

And then Leighton’s memories come flooding back…


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The door opened and an obscured figure spoke from the corridor. “They told me at the nurses’ station that she regained consciousness again?”

Leighton’s breath caught in her throat. The low pitch of his voice caressed her skin like a fine cashmere blanket, evoking a sense of serenity and certainty.

Who was that?

Nurse Rajan glanced at the doctor, who offered a sharp nod. “She did. Please come in.”

When he stepped into the room she gasped, the inhalation acting like a shot from a starter pistol, setting her heart sprinting. Tall with broad shoulders, wavy dark hair and a sexy bit of scruff that emphasized his square jaw—his dark eyes swept over her, his piercing gaze scorching her skin each place it landed.

She couldn’t imagine a more attractive man. And she was confident with that assessment, even with her “compromised” memory.

“You,” she whispered.

The man stilled, his brows racing to meet above the straight line of his nose.

Dr. Faber swung his attention to Leighton. “Do you recognize him?”

Nurse Rajan placed a stabilizing hand on her shoulder and pressed her back. Leighton flinched, unaware that she’d physically responded to the magnetism he’d exuded, an allure that called to her spirit and made her yearn to be close to him.

“Yes.” When no glimmer emerged to buttress her confidence, she lowered her gaze and brought her non-IV’d hand to her forehead. “Maybe. There’s something about him . . .”

A flash of blue beyond him as several people ran down the hallway. The man peered over his shoulder, then strode farther into the room and closed the door.

For such a big man, he carried himself with an assured grace. He appeared confident in his own skin, fluid, coordinated, as if aware of everything going on around him. Even his hands, large and veined, with long, slim fingers that curled around the knob, looked capable, efficient. Experienced. Heat stirred low in her belly and she pressed her thighs together.


She forced her scrutiny away from the man across the room and back to Dr. Faber.

“You said there’s something about him. What is it? Is it a memory?”

She was mistaken. She couldn’t possibly know him. There was no way she could ever forget this man. He crossed his arms over the masculine contour of his chest, making his black cotton t-shirt earn its keep and revealing the geometric tail of a tribal tattoo peeking beneath a sleeve.

She swallowed, amazed at the sudden buildup of moisture after being parched only moments before. Had something happened to her in the past six years? Had she reverted to a virginal teenager, stammering, blushing and unable to form a coherent thought in the presence of every good-looking man who crossed her path?

No, that couldn’t be true. Dr. Faber was handsome, but his proximity hadn’t sharpened her awareness or incited her pulse to soar with anticipation the way Mr. Tall, Dark and Silent had with his mere entrance.

“Not a memory. A feeling . . .”

The man averted his gaze, and brackets formed on either side of his perfectly sculpted lips.

Dr. Faber nodded. “Definitely something we’ll want to explore.”

Had she missed something when she’d been ogling her visitor? “Why?”

“I find it interesting that you don’t remember him but you respond to him.”

“Do I know him?”

Nurse Rajan winked. “I’d say so.”

Dr. Faber shot the nurse a censuring look then replied, “Yes, Leighton, you do. He’s your fiancé.”


About Tracey Livesay

A former criminal defense attorney, Tracey Livesay finds crafting believable happily ever afters slightly more challenging than protecting our constitutional rights, but she’s never regretted following her heart instead of her law degree. She has been featured in Entertainment Weekly, The Washington Post and on CBS This Morning.

Tracey lives in Virginia with her husband–who she met on the very first day of law school–and their three children. When not answering the call of wife, mother or author, she runs marathons and daydreams about designer purses.

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