Title: Forgetting August
Series: Lost and Found Bk #1
Author: J. L. Berg
Release Date: AVAILABLE NOW!!

She can forgive, but can she forget?
Some days, Everly still thinks she sees him. In the food court at the mall, or in a car speeding past as the light changes. It only lasts a second, but when it happens, she slips back to a time when she was ruled-and nearly ruined-by August Kincaid. And it doesn't matter that she's moved on, that she's about to marry another man. In those moments the only thing she can do to regain control is take a deep breath and remind herself that August can't hurt her-because he's in a coma. Except that he's not anymore.
August is awake. With no memories, he sets out to solve the mystery of his lost life. He unearths a photograph of a beautiful redhead named Everly and knows instinctively that she's the key. But when he finds her, the August she describes is more monster than man. 
Tortured by the thought of having hurt her, August wants only to become the man Everly deserves. As the new August emerges, Everly glimpses the person she first fell in love with. But can she trust that this August is real? When the final secret of their shared past is revealed, one of them will make a choice that changes their future forever . . .

I’d figured we’d meet for coffee, maybe have lunch or do something traditional and public. I had no lofty beliefs that she wanted to be anywhere with me, but I’d sincerely doubted it would be someplace remote.

Now I had no idea why I was meeting her in a trashy part of town, where the only form of art was newspaper flying in the breeze and random gang tags painted on the storefront walls.

Maybe she was hoping I’d get mugged on my way here. Ultimate revenge?

Guy recovers from two year coma and gets mugged. Again.

After I’d had all the repairs done to that crazy looking sports car I’d bought on a whim, I’d decided to trade it in for something a bit more sensible after my embarrassing accident. It had been fun for a night, but like so many other things, I’d discovered flashy just wasn’t my style. So I’d downgraded to a domestic SUV. It was a lot less strain on the purse strings, and it drank gas like it was Kool-Aid, but it felt like me the second I got inside.

It also had a rack on the top for camping gear, and just the thought of that made me happy somehow as I tried to imagine the old August in his crisp suit driving out to the forest and pitching a tent.

A tap at my window had my nearly jumping out of my seat.

Nearly—I still kept my cool.

Everly tried to hide the grin on her face for catching me off guard as I opened the door and hopped out.

“Another new car?” she asked, taking a long look at the shiny red paint.

“Yeah, traded the other one in.”

She nodded but didn’t say anything until she noticed what was in my hand. “What do you have there?”

“Oh, I found it when I was emptying out a closet. Thought it looked interesting,” I said, holding up the SLR camera. It had been hidden away on a shelf high up in the master closet. I’d done some research on the particular model and it was worth a fortune—basically top of the line, or it had been several years ago.

I’d considered selling it, or donating it to the local high school, but as soon as my fingers touched it, I knew it was mine.

“You used to love taking photos. That’s why there are so many boxes of them,” she said, looking down at the camera with soulful eyes.

“Why’d I stop?”

“Why did you stop loving so many things?” she asked, then began walking away.

I quickly followed her down the street, noticing her eyes taking in the dilapidated, tiny apartment buildings. “Why are we here?” I asked, unable to stop myself from clicking a few pictures here and there as we walked.

“You aren’t the only one with a therapist, August,” she informed me. “And when I spoke to mine, this is some of the advice she gave me.”

“To drop me off in the ghetto and hope I never find my way back?”

Again, she tried to cover up the small smirk that threatened to tug at the corner of her mouth. The fact that she didn’t want to share any joy with me stung, but I understood.

I was still the enemy.

She had done so much for me already, considering what little I had come to understand about our relationship, and it showed what a kind heart she had. I just hoped whatever she hoped to get out of this little experiment worked.

“No,” she continued. “She said I should start at beginning. If you and I both need closure, maybe we’ll find it along the way.”

I nodded, looking around at the unfamiliar area. “So our story begins here?”

“Yes, but it looked much different a decade ago. As did we, I guess.”

“I’ve seen pictures of you from ten years ago. You don’t look that different,” I said, remembering the one I had found in my wallet at the hospital.

Same coppery red hair, same intense blue eyes. If she smiled now, I was sure I’d find the same beautiful girl standing before me.

But she wouldn’t smile—not for me.

Not anymore.

Author J.L. Berg is a California native living in the South. She is the author of the self-pubbed Ready series, which has sold over 100,000 copies. Married to her high school sweetheart. She and her husband have two beautiful girls that drive them batty on a daily basis. When she's not writing, you can find her with her nose stuck in a romance book, in a yoga studio or devouring anything chocolate.

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