He makes me ache.
He makes me forget.
Since grade school Murphy Wilcox and I fought incessantly. But one drunk night
before my last military deployment changed everything. At least that is what he
tells me. Along with the hundreds of scorching hot emails we shared.
Fast forward four years and Murphy is the only connection I have to my past.
The only connection I have to the woman I used to be. Amnesia is a bitch but
apparently so was I.
**25% of the profit from this book will be donated to the International Society
for Traumatic Stress Studies, in hopes that it can help fund further research
author. She is an outspoken writer attempting to make romance accessible to
everyone, no matter their preferences. As a Northern Ohioian, Monica enjoys
snow drifts, three seasons of weather, and a dislike of Michigan football.
Monica owns more books about King Arthur than should be strictly necessary.
Also typewriters…lots and lots of typewriters.