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Monday, December 7, 2015

Atlas - Blog Tour & Excerpt!!

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Stella lost everyone and everything important to her. After all the lies and hiding, she's ready for a fresh start somewhere where her brother’s enemies won’t find her. One last night out turned into her worse nightmare. The morning she should be moving away from all the painful memories, she finds herself a captive by exactly who she was running from. Atlas is determined to finish what they started. Stella is unknowingly the key to solving the unanswered questions her brother left behind. Taking advantage of their sexual chemistry at the club, he forced her to his lake house. He promised her protection but Stella made a promise of her own: Trust no one, especially the man responsible for ruining her life. What happens when Stella’s life depends on trusting Atlas? What happens when keeping Stella is risking everything he worked for? What if neither one is willing to let go?
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  We clashed together like a tragic wreck. It was wet and hard, his lips taking mine and crushing them. I moaned into his mouth and his grip on my throat tightened. The pressure wasn't enough to cut off air, but I felt his touch and no one else's. Atlas kissed like he lived. He was powerful and forceful, taking whatever he wanted. His tongue parted my lips and I opened to him. I felt the rumble in his chest when he tasted me. His hand squeezed tighter and I welcomed the pleasurable pain. It was exciting and daring at the same time; a toxic mixture. I squeezed my knees together, pinning his hips between my shaky legs. His body was hard and hot on mine. Atlas grabbed behind my knee and pulled, making me slide down to the floor. He never once released my lips as he lowered me to the floor and hovered over my body. The tile was cold on my back, cooling me down as I was burning up. I could feel him all over me, although he was only touching my lips and neck. He devoured my mouth and I let him. If I could remember these touches and this moment in the house, maybe I could keep my sanity. Something less devastating to concentrate on and relive in my memories. Growing bold, or impatient, I put my hands on his shoulders. The muscles flexed under my palms, and I loved the powerful feeling. His hand tightened on my throat when I dug my nails into his back. Atlas was holding back and restraining himself. I could feel it in his body. He could easily break me into a thousand pieces. "This is a bad idea, Little Star," he said with his lips brushing mine. "I will hurt you. That's what I do." "I'm already hurt," I whispered back. Atlas pulled away to look down at me. He took in my lips that were red and swollen from his kisses. My neck that was under his hand, covering any marks. He watched my chest heaving and panting under my wet shirt. Without warning, he gripped the neckline with both hands and tore the shirt down the middle. He pulled it open and lowered his lips to the skin between my breasts. I gasped when his tongue tasted me. I squirmed under him, but he pinned me with his body. I was trapped again. No matter what I did, Atlas had me trapped. I'm wasn't sure I cared at that moment. "You think I can make you feel better?" he asked, his mouth trailing down my stomach. I couldn't answer him. I didn't know if I thought I would feel better. I might feel numb. I could feel less angry. Was someone who only brought me pain and fear capable of taking away those feelings as well? Even he said himself, he hurts. All I knew was that right then, I didn't feel any of that. I opened my eyes and watched as Atlas licked and sucked his way back up my stomach. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the glint of metal on the floor. His gun.
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Alyne lives in Ohio with her husband, two dogs and cat. Working full time in an office all day, she spends her nights reading, writing or watching an entire TV series in a night. She refuses to grow up and loves Disney movies and anything with owls. She couldn't live without her coffee or her furry "children". Alyne wrote her first novel titled "Light to the Darkness" in 2014, followed by the Conflicted Encounters Series. To stay up to date on what Alyne is working on, teasers and more: Sign up for the newsletter.
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Monday, November 30, 2015

Atlas is Live!!! - Giveaway!

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Stella lost everyone and everything important to her. After all the lies and hiding, she's ready for a fresh start somewhere where her brother’s enemies won’t find her. One last night out turned into her worse nightmare. The morning she should be moving away from all the painful memories, she finds herself a captive by exactly who she was running from.

Atlas is determined to finish what they started. Stella is unknowingly the key to solving the unanswered questions her brother left behind. Taking advantage of their sexual chemistry at the club, he forced her to his lake house. He promised her protection but Stella made a promise of her own: Trust no one, especially the man responsible for ruining her life.

What happens when Stella’s life depends on trusting Atlas? What happens when keeping Stella is risking everything he worked for? What if neither one is willing to let go?
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"Stella," I heard Atlas growl from the end of the hall. Only a few dozen feet of expensive hardwood floor separated us. The sound of his deep and commanding voice pushed one more burst of will through me. I could hear my own cries as I punched the rest of the shards away. The glass digging into my skin didn't register in my mind as I tried to push my body through the thin opening. I was able to fit the upper half of my body through before I felt a hand grab my leg. "You fucking bitch." One of the goons had my leg and yanked me roughly back. "Let go!" I cried and kicked. My bare foot connected with a hard body and I was released. Hearing my name called once more, I used every ounce of strength to pull myself the rest of the way. Glass and wood scraped at my skin, but I didn't stop. I could feel the cool night air on my skin. I could smell the rain that had recently fallen and saw the moon hidden in the clouds in the sky. I was outside! The night was so dark I couldn't see a more than few feet in front of me. I actually couldn't see any light in the distance at all. My heartbeat thumped and my breath came in hard pants as I ran away from the house. I could hear the shouts for me, and Atlas barking commands, but I couldn't look back. It didn't matter that I had no idea where I was going. My bare feet hit the gravel and my body cut through the night air as I sprinted up the gravel drive. I had to keep going. I had to lose him and find help. I just had to keep running. "Stella! Stop!" My heart stopped when I heard Atlas's voice behind me. In a panic, I turned off to the right into the tall grass. I could hear him cursing as he entered the thick brush behind me. The grass and branches slapped my bare skin, stinging me. This would be my only hope to lose him and get away. I kept running, ignoring the pain and shortness of breath until I couldn't hear him any longer. Bent over with my hands on my knees, I struggled to breathe. Every gasp of air burned and my entire body ached. I couldn't see in the darkness, and all I could hear was my own heartbeat pounding. Even the moon had been swallowed by the clouds. Goosebumps trailed over my sweaty skin as I noticed how very lost and screwed I really was. "There's nowhere to go, Stella," his voice surrounded me. "You won't get away." Fuck! Just when I thought I was alone, he had found me. A cry escaped my lips and I tried to run, only to be pulled back. My back hit a hard body behind me at the same time a hand clamped over my mouth. My cries and screams were muffled under the pressure of his hand. Another arm snaked around my chest and fingers wrapped around my throat. "Shh," Atlas whispered in my ear. "That was fucking stupid. So stupid. You're hurt now." I lashed out against him but it was pointless. The hand around my throat tightened in warning. His hold was strong and held me immobile in his arms. I slumped against him in defeat and despair. All the strength and determination leaked out of my body. He found me. I ran and he caught me. I was warned how foolish it would be to run and now I would have to face the consequences. Tears streamed down my face and over his hand as the adrenaline wore off and reality sank in. Everything hurt and it was only Atlas holding me up on my feet. His lips brushed my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Don't you dare fucking scream, understand?" I nodded once and his fingers slowly lifted from my mouth and wrapped around my waist. I pulled in a deep breath, feeling the pain in my ribs with the inhale. Atlas tilted my head back while still keeping his grip on my throat. Even though I couldn't see his face, I felt his hard stare on me. Anger was rolling off his body in hot waves, and every muscle pressed to me was rock hard.
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Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Atlas - Chapter 1

I had to admit, I looked fucking hot. I never got to dress up or make myself look good lately. My best friend, Liddy, insisted that we go out tonight as one last girl's night. It took some convincing, but I gave in and even let her dress me and do my makeup. I would miss her like crazy when I left. We would be sure to make our last night memorable. 
"Promise to have fun tonight," Liddy said to me as we took the elevator down to the ground floor. 
"Promise," I agreed.  
"Good. You've been through enough in your life. You need some fun," Liddy said, bouncing up and down impatiently. 
Liddy was right. The last eight months had been the worse of my life. Some fun and dancing was the least I should do. Everything I owned was in a U-Haul truck on the way to the opposite end of the country. Tomorrow, I would leave the only city I had ever known, and hopefully all the bad that tainted it for me. One last night with my best friend was the perfect way to say goodbye. 
My excitement grew as we got out of the cab and approached the bouncer at the entrance of one of the hottest clubs in Chicago. I could already hear the pounding of the bass from inside and it filled me with energy. Giving one quick look at Liddy and me, the bouncer ushered us right in. It was a weeknight so the line wasn't too bad, but I still felt like I was someone important walking inside. 
I linked arms with my best friend, and we walked in like we owned the place. Sweaty bodies were grinding against each other as the loud music drove them. I looked at Liddy with wide eyes as she tugged me toward the bar. I was so excited that I was bouncing in the high heels I had borrowed. At the bar, people yelled over the music to bartenders who scrambled to get everyone good and wasted. It didn't take long for one to appear before us. 
I couldn't hear what Liddy had ordered, but in a few seconds four shot glasses were being slid across the bar to her. Her blue eyes sparkled at me in mischief as she handed me a shot. 
"To your last night in Chicago, you bitch!" she shouted before throwing her head back and downing the clear liquid. I followed, choking on the burn. 
"Shit!" I coughed. Tequila. 
"No holding back tonight, Stella! For once, just let loose."
We downed our other shots, though it burned less the second time. Maybe my throat was numb from the first one. A grin stretched across my face as we weaved through the crowd. A determination to enjoy tonight filled me. I promised myself I wouldn't worry about tomorrow. I wouldn't think about the goodbye. I wouldn't fear the move I would be making in the morning to San Francisco. 
We found a little space for our two bodies to wiggle into, and we started to dance. As the alcohol warmed my body, the heat and people brushing against me didn't bother me. Everything was perfect. I didn't think it was possible for me to enjoy anything anymore, but here I was. 
Music washed over me. 
Thoughts left my head. 
Emptiness was consumed.

Monday, October 12, 2015

Atlas - COVER REVEAL

Atlas: A Dark Romance by Alyne Roberts
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Title: Atlas
Author: Alyne Roberts
Genre: Dark Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 30, 2015
Cover Design: Romantic Book Affairs

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Stella lost everyone and everything important to her. After all the lies and hiding, she's ready for a fresh start somewhere where her brother’s enemies won’t find her. One last night out turned into her worse nightmare. The morning she should be moving away from all the painful memories, she finds herself a captive by exactly who she was running from. 

Atlas is violent, dangerous, and determined to finish what they started and get his revenge. Stella is unknowingly the key to solving the unanswered questions her brother left behind. Taking advantage of their sexual chemistry at the club, he forces her to his lake house. He promised her protection but Stella made a promise of her own: trust no one, especially the man responsible for ruining her life.  

What happens when Stella’s life depends on trusting Atlas? What happens when keeping Stella is risking everything he worked for? What if neither one is willing to let go?









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Alyne lives in Ohio with her husband, two dogs and cat. Working full time in an office all day, she spends her nights reading, writing, or watching an entire TV series in a night. She refuses to grow up and loves Disney movies and anything with owls. She couldn't live without her coffee or her furry "children".

Alyne wrote her first novel titled "Light to the Darkness" in 2014, followed by the Conflicted Encounters Series and Memorized.

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Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Update - What is Alyne doing???

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I've been a little hush-hush about what I've been up to lately so here is a little update about what will be coming up. Also news on the next Conflicted Encounters.

Last year, I started writing Jolted. I knew right away that it would be a series. It didn't take long to realize Kallie and Ryder would need two books to get their HEA.  As soon as I typed Scarlett's name, I knew she needed her own book. I was so excited for the characters and their stories that I flew through Impacted and Shaken. I couldn't wait to give Caleb, Ezra and maybe even Payton their very own book too.

Then the idea for Memorized hit me and I became obsessed with Willow and Landon. I loved writing their story. I promised myself I would get back to my series as soon as I got Willow and Landon their HEA.
So I did. While dealing with edits and release madness, I started Caleb's story: Clashed.
It was hard. The words are not putting out of me like everything else I wrote before.
I know Caleb. I've been with him for three books now so I feel he has a life of his own by now. I couldn't see him falling for anyone we already know so he needed an outsider. Madison was born. This took time. Creating a whole new character to mix in with a cast was tricky. She needed to be unique in her own way. She needed to be interesting enough for Caleb to want to know more. I needed to give her life like Kallie and Scarlett have.
So for a few months, Clash was poking along. Words here and there. Then I would delete it all and start over. Nothing felt right. I was frustrated and upset. I want the fourth book more than anyone.

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Memorized is Live!!!!!

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Title: Memorized
Author: Alyne Roberts
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 7, 2015
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The boy who remembers everything.

I heard she is finally going home today. The brain is very powerful. Her mind is unable to handle the memories of what happened, so it blocked it out. As I watch her, I envy her. I wish I could forget, just wipe away all the ugly and the bad. I’m not as lucky as the pretty, lost girl.

I would gladly trade places with her. She has no idea how good forgetting can be.



The girl who forgot everything.

I’m going home today. There is nothing the hospital can do to help me remember the last three years. They say I was attacked, but I can't help them find who it was. They say I'll eventually regain my memories but, it takes time. What happens when you run out of time? Regaining my memory becomes a deadly game of life or death.


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I now have Willow against the brick wall. I put my hand on her shoulder to feel how tense she is. Lightly running my hand down her arm, I reach her fingers and loosen the neck of the violin from her grip. I set it to the ground gently and do the same to her bow in the opposite hand.

I lightly massage her palms and she gasps. I'm only inches from her body. Her lips are parted and her eyes are wide. I close the distance so my chest is flush against hers. I feel her everywhere we touch. She's soft, warm, and giving me a buzz.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

I don't answer. Instead, I run one hand up the inside of her arm. Goosebumps follow the two fingers I trail lightly over her skin. My hand curves over her shoulder just as her breathing quickens. I stare down at her eyes where the pupils are so large that the green has disappeared.

"Landon," she whispers.

"Willow," I tease back. My hand moves over her collarbone and wraps around the back of her neck.

She's trapped in my hold. Pinned to the brick behind her, she hasn't made a move to break free. Her eyelids get heavy and her look is hooded. When I lick my lips, she watches the movement. I love the way she looks right now. She's in a trance, spellbound, and only looking at me. I lean forward, my stare narrowing on her pink lips.

For the first time, I'm imagining a future. Always so busy replaying the past, I never look forward. I'm picturing my mouth covering hers. I'm imagining what she would taste like and the sound she would make when I flicked my tongue against hers. When I see her swallow hard, I see myself kissing down the soft skin of her throat. I let myself play out a scenario where we keep going. I hear her moans, see her squeezing her thighs together. She pants and arches her body into mine.

"Landon. Don't," she breathes across my lips. "Please."


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Alyne lives in Ohio with her husband, dog and cat. Working full time in an office all day, she spends her nights reading, writing or watching an entire TV series in a night. She refuses to grow up and loves Disney movies and anything with owls. She couldn't live without her coffee or her furry "children".

Alyne wrote her first novel titled "Light to the Darkness" in 2014, followed by the Conflicted Encounters Series.

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Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Memorized - Excerpt & Giveaway!

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Title: Memorized
Author: Alyne Roberts
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 7, 2015
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The boy who remembers everything. I heard she is finally going home today. The brain is very powerful. Her mind is unable to handle the memories of what happened, so it blocked it out. As I watch her, I envy her. I wish I could forget, just wipe away all the ugly and the bad. I’m not as lucky as the pretty, lost girl. I would gladly trade places with her. She has no idea how good forgetting can be.   The girl who forgot everything. I’m going home today. There is nothing the hospital can do to help me remember the last three years. They say I was attacked, but I can't help them find who it was. They say I'll eventually regain my memories but, it takes time. What happens when you run out of time? Regaining my memory becomes a deadly game of life or death.  
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(Unedited Version. Subject to Change.) They say it only takes a tenth of a second to get a first impression of someone. The longer they have, the more confident they feel in that impression. A single glance is all it takes to determine someone's attractiveness and trustworthiness. In four minutes, someone has already made up their mind about you. Many studies show that first impressions are usually accurate and often stable, not likely to change afterward. The saying "never judge a book by its cover" is actually pointless because it is human nature to do exactly that. Although the first impressions stick with you and it's difficult to change it, the memory fades into the background and the details eventually dissolve. I, on the other hand, never forget a first meeting or impression. The first moment I laid eyes on Willow can replay in my mind like a film. The glazed look in her green eyes, the weakness in her smile, the paleness of her skin, will always be there for me to recall at a moments notice. My first impressions are always permanent. As I sit silently next to Willow, I wonder what first impression I gave her. Did she judge me when she ran into me in the hospital and I gruffly dismissed her because I was frustrated she may have caught me watching her? I was hard, rude, and unyielding. Was it the day she confronted me in the coffee shop, trying to find someone to connect to? I brushed her off, refusing to offer anything that would make her feel better. Do I have a second chance because the memories of how closed off I was may have faded from her mind? I turn my head and gently smile at her confused expression. I need her to feel at ease and trust me. I realize that I need her to agree to this more than she needs me. My degree and career is riding on this project. Not to mention, the annoying obsession I have with this mysterious girl that refuses to go away. I want to know what it's like inside her mind. Since I'd heard her phone call in the coffee shop, I wondered what memories had returned and what she's hiding. For the first time in years, I want to know more about someone else. I watched her for weeks in the hospital, trying to imagine what it was like for her. I wanted to peek inside her thoughts, see what it is like to look behind you and not see anything.    
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Alyne lives in Ohio with her husband, dog and cat. Working full time in an office all day, she spends her nights reading, writing or watching an entire TV series in a night. She refuses to grow up and loves Disney movies and anything with owls. She couldn't live without her coffee or her furry "children". Alyne wrote her first novel titled "Light to the Darkness" in 2014, followed by the Conflicted Encounters Series. To stay up to date on what Alyne is working on, teasers and more: Sign up for the newsletter.   She loves to connect with readers so feel free to stalk her! Website | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram
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Thursday, June 18, 2015

Memorized - Chapter One

Have you ever gone to the movies and had to use the bathroom during the middle of it? You arrived early and got your snacks and found the best seats, only to have to sneak out because you chugged a gallon of soda with your large, buttered popcorn. Then you find that there's a line at the bathroom and you need to make sure your lipstick is still perfect while you’re there. By the time you sneak back into the theater, everything is happening so fast and you have no idea what happened that caused the events you see in front of you.
That is my life now. It's a movie that I'm trying to watch and keep up with, but I have no idea what is going on. I missed a crucial part, and even though I was told what I missed, I'm still lost. Now, I have to wait for it to come out on DVD to see the rest. I only know what I was told, but it doesn't feel like nearly enough. 

"So, you are going home today, Willow. How do you feel about that?" Dr. Mason asks me.
He is using his gentle voice with me, as usual. Dr. Mason is an older man with graying hair and thick glasses. He watches me from across his large, mahogany desk. Every day for the last four weeks, I’ve come to this office, sat in this chair, and listened to him talk and drill me with questions about my feelings. 
"Relieved," I answer. "I just want to get home and back to normal."
This is my least favorite room in the world. It's too dark, gloomy, and cluttered. There is one small window, barely allowing in any light from outside. The walls that are lined with framed certificates and shelves holding thick books feel like they are closing in on me. I have to hold my breath so I don’t smell the wood polish and dust. 
"Will Noah be picking you up?" 
"Yes," I say with a tight nod. "He will take me home."
When I woke up in a hospital bed six weeks before, I met Noah. It wasn't the first time we met, but it was the first time I remembered meeting him. He is apparently my boyfriend of three years now. The nurses in the Intensive Care Unit told me he never left my side for the entire eight days I was in the coma. 
When I woke up, I felt nothing but pain and thirst. While nurses and doctors rushed around me, I only cared for a drink of water. I answered all their questions about my name, birth date, and social security number. I couldn't answer where I lived, what year it was, or what happened to me. As hard as I grasped for the answers, they were just out of reach. 
"Do you trust Noah?"
"I guess so," I tell him. I don't have any reason not to yet. Or at least no reason that I can remember. The concern and relief in his eyes when I looked at him from the hospital bed when I first woke up told me he must care deeply for me. I don't have anyone else in Georgia I know—both of my parents passed in a car accident when I was seventeen. After high school, I left it all behind to start over in another state. I wanted to be an adult and make them proud by becoming something and never letting anything keep me down. 
Dr. Mason nods. "Good. You will need to count on him when you leave here. Noah will be your support system. Since you don't have any family here, he will need to walk you back into returning to your life."
My life. I don't know what that consists of anymore. Anything past graduating high school is gone. I have fuzzy memories of my last summer with my best friends before we went off to college. I was leaving Montana to go to school in Atlanta. I can still picture the tearful goodbye with my friends when I left home. I remember the fear and excitement of starting school far away. The rest is an empty hole. Even my short-term memory has been flaky at times. 
Anything I do know has come from whatever Noah has told me. For two weeks, while they ran dozens of tests on my head, he sat and filled me in on what I didn't know. My bruises and cuts slowly healed while doctors poked and prodded. Specialists came in to examine me and found no permanent damage to my brain. No clots, tumors, or strokes. My amnesia was psychological, not caused by brain damage or the attack itself. 
When I was healthy enough, they eventually transferred me to the psychiatric hospital where they tried to help me regain my memory with therapy and counseling. It didn't take too long before the doctors changed tracks and focused on helping me cope with the amnesia. They lost all hope I would make a full recovery and that my memories would all come back to me. It was frustrating to feel like I was giving up. Little snippets come back here and there, but most of my mind remains blank.
"What if I never remember?" I ask in a whisper. The question has played on my mind on repeat lately.
Dr. Mason lets out a sigh and folds his hands in front of him. "It is a possibility. The brain is complex and mostly unpredictable. Whatever it is blocking out, it's not ready to think about yet."
I nod and swallow the lump in my throat. The only thing more terrifying than never regaining my lost memories is what happened to me. With no recollection of what I was doing for the past three years, I was no help to the police about who hurt me. Who should I be hiding from? Is there still reason to worry?
"Willow," Dr. Mason starts, pulling me from my obsessive worries, "I feel confident that you will remember. You're a physically healthy twenty-one-year-old. There is no reason for me to believe that you won't make it through this. It just takes time. I think you will slowly regain your past. You may never remember the trauma, though."
He is the one person who hasn't lost faith in me. I try to believe him. An image of a concrete wall forms in my mind. I imagine a tiny man with a hammer, chipping away at the rock, letting little pieces of my life filter through the cracks. On the other side of the wall is everything from the last few years, including who attacked me and the reason why. It's piled up and ready to rush through like an avalanche. 
"You know you can call anytime if you need anything. And you have my emergency number as well," the doctor promises. 
I nod. Walking into my home could trigger everything I don't remember. I was told the smallest stimulant could unlock what my brain is hiding from me. Part of me hopes it all comes back, and yet the other part, the weak and scared part, wishes I would stay in this blissful ignorance. I'm terrified the most to find out what my brain thought was too devastating for me to handle, choosing to block the memories instead.
"Well, Willow," Dr. Mason says as he stands to shake my hand, "I will see you next week for our scheduled visit. Good luck."
"Thank you," I say to him with a polite smile. I am going to need all the luck I can get. 
I leave his office and make my way through the quiet halls to the front reception area. My usual headache starts to form. To ease the throb, I rub my forehead with my fingers on my way to freedom. Only a few more feet and I am out of here for good. With my eyes closed, I slam right into a wall. 
The wall is actually a man with a wide, firm chest. Large hands grip my shoulders to keep me from falling back from the impact. I tilt my head back, looking up to see his face. I'm short, even in my heels, but he has to be over six feet tall. A guy about my age quickly glances down at me with dark brown eyes. When they finally focus on me, I feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment. I stand frozen as the stranger examines me, from head to toe, like some kind of obstacle that he's trying to figure out. 
He's intimidating with strong facial features, black hair, and dark eyes. The way his stare drills into me makes me feel he can see all the things I can't remember. His grip is firm and steady, holding my body only inches from his own. I can feel the warmth from his wide chest, and I can't decide if it is fear or comfort washing over me. It's a heat that spreads over my entire body, leaving me stunned. The silence becomes suffocating, so I clear my throat and pull out of his hold.
"Sorry. I wasn't paying attention," I mumble as I slowly inch away from him. I worry that I may have just run into someone mentally unstable. I have seen people in here snap for less and his hard stare and tight jaw show no signs of forgiveness. 
I step around him and keep walking, trying to shake the helpless and useless feelings eating at me. The heat of embarrassment creeps up my neck to my face. I'm just a young girl who has no idea where she is going, whether in this hallway or in life. When I enter the receptionist area, Noah stands from the chair where he had been waiting. I quickly sign all the necessary paperwork and agree to keep my scheduled appointments. 
"Ready, darling?" Noah asks, taking my hand and leading me out of the glass revolving doors. His grip is gentle and warm. He is always lightly touching me or smiling softly, as if I will break apart from a strong wind. 
I smile up at his golden-brown eyes and step into the suffocating heat of Atlanta. Inhaling deeply, I breathe in nothing but thick, humid air. I feel the sunshine touch my face, the heat welcoming. I hadn't left my room at the hospital before today—not because I wasn't allowed to like some of the other patients, but because I didn't want to. 
"Our car," Noah points out. A black Cadillac is parked on the curb and he opens the back door for me. I slide in and across the leather seats as Noah follows. As we ease into the city traffic, I look out the tinted window from the comfort of the air conditioning. 
As the city flashes by me, it all feels like scenes I've seen a billion times before. Although I can't remember moving to Atlanta, the buildings, shops, and streets are something I instinctively know. My own actions are all that are left my mind. I struggle to pull more memories to the forefront, but my head starts to ache even more, so I just close my eyes and give up. 
It's like a nightmare where I'm underwater and trying to reach the surface. I am surrounded by darkness and frantically trying to force my way up to the surface. Instead of saving myself, I am swimming in place, reaching into nothing but darkness and coming up empty-handed. 
I feel the car slow and I open my eyes. The massive sky scrapper reflects the sun's glare into my eyes. Made of glass and silver metal, it towers over the city. Noah gives my hand a gentle squeeze as the driver comes around to open our door. 
"Home, sweet home," Noah announces as I step onto the sidewalk. I have to crane my neck back to look up to the top of the building before he pulls me forward. A doorman pulls the heavy glass doors open as he tips his head in greeting. 
"I had the security doubled and installed new locks to your place," Noah tells me as we pass a security guard near the doorway. "I also changed your alarm code."
My heels echo off the marble flooring. My eyes widen as we approach the elevator. The lobby is a crisp white with gold molding and a fireplace that is large enough for me to stand in. Bright red chairs with black accent tables decorate the vast space. I grew up in a poor household and could never afford to live somewhere like this. Anything this luxurious I've only seen in magazines. 
"You are on the fortieth floor," Noah whispers to me as he presses the button. "You chose this apartment while Dad and I were still in the building process. We specialize in real estate and development," he continues. 
I want to roll my eyes, but instead I smile softly. He already told me what he did for a living. My issue is remembering the past, not the present. Noah did fail to mention how much he makes in the real estate business or that he owns and built the complex I currently live in. 
When the elevator stops, I follow Noah down the hall, where he unlocks my door. After entering the code on the alarm system, he holds the door open to allow me to walk in. The apartment is massive with glass walls overlooking the city, white walls, light hardwood floors, and an open floor plan. 
The kitchen is equipped with stainless steel appliances and black marble counters. The living room and dining area are lined with floor to ceiling windows, overlooking downtown Atlanta. A black couch faces a flat screen mounted on the wall. Everything is crisp, clean and expensive. Noah takes my hand, leading me down a short hallway and through a set of double doors into the bedroom. 
"How do I afford this?" I ask. Noah told me I was still in school and wasn't working.
"It was an anniversary gift," he answers with a grin. "I always take care of you, sweetheart."
I stand awkwardly in the doorway while Noah puts my bag in the walk-in closet. The tall windows let the afternoon light pour in over the king-sized bed that sits in the center of the wall before me. It looks luxurious and romantic with a deep red comforter and black canopy tied at the four corners. I wipe my sweaty palms on my thighs as Noah approaches me slowly. 
"You okay?" he asks me gently. 
I nod, although okay is the furthest from what I feel. 
"You sure you don't want me to stay with you tonight?"
"No," I rush. "I'll be fine."
Noah shouldn't be a stranger to me, but in my mind he is. When I am with him, it feels vaguely familiar, but I don't actually know anything about him. I obviously loved him at some point, but my heart doesn't know why. Sharing a bed with a practical stranger will be terrifying. 
"Well, I'm only a few blocks away. If you need me, call me and I'll come running." He smiles at me and my muscles relax slightly. The light freckles across his cheeks and honey-brown eyes give him a boyish charm. The gentle way he looks and speaks to me is one of the only things that has calmed me in these past few weeks. 
"Thank you," I tell him. "I'll probably just rest tonight."

Noah leans down and places a kiss on my cheek before letting himself out. I follow him to the door and lock it behind him. Turning, I press my back against the door and slide down to the floor. After weeks in the hospital, I was finally starting to get used to my surroundings. Now, I need to learn them all over again. 


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Thursday, June 4, 2015

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Coming 7/7



The boy who remembers everything.
I heard she is finally going home today. The brain is very powerful. Her mind is unable to handle the memories of what happened, so it blocked it out. As I watch her, I envy her. I wish I could forget, just wipe away all the ugly and the bad. I’m not as lucky as the pretty, lost girl.
I would gladly trade places with her. She has no idea how good forgetting can be.  

The girl who forgot everything.
I’m going home today. There is nothing the hospital can do to help me remember the last three years. They say I was attacked, but I can't help them find who it was. They say I'll eventually regain my memories but, it takes time. What happens when you run out of time? Regaining my memory becomes a deadly game of life or death.


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