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I DREAM OF SPIDERS!
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Book Description:The move to the remote town of Quarry Hill, Pennsylvania was supposed to help Griffin McGuire start over and forget the two people who betrayed him. As a paramedic at the local hospital, he would still have to interact with people, but the rest of the time he could hole himself away in the secluded cabin he was renting. It was perfect. For the first time in over a year, he felt like he could finally breathe. That was until he met her. A woman who doesn’t know her own name or why she was covered in blood and standing in the middle of the road when he found her. Griffin knows he should contact the police, but something is preventing him from going to the authorities. It doesn’t take long for him to realize that he was correct in trusting his instincts. Every time she falls asleep, she dreams and another memory is unlocked. Memories that are horrific and make him want to protect and hide her from the world.
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I close my eyes, take a deep breath and allow the breeze to whip through my hair when I feel someone watching me. I look over and catch Griffin eyeing me. His heated gaze goes straight to my core. I have no idea why he affects me so much. Yes, he is gorgeous and built like a brick shit house, but he also can be moody as hell. Something must have happened to him. The man is kind and gentle one minute and grumpy and on the verge of having a tantrum the next. I can make him chuckle, but I can also make him curse and storm out of rooms. I want to figure him out, but I get the feeling that is the last thing he wants…along with a housemate. Which means I have to get my memory back, all of it. This bits and pieces bullshit is going to drive me insane. At this rate it will take me years to regain my memory. I take another bite of my sandwich, put it down on the napkin next to me, and reel my line in a little. “So where did you grow up?” I ask, trying desperately to have a normal conversation. “South Philadelphia, just a few blocks from the Phillies ballpark,” he says, peeling back the foil from his sandwich. Philadelphia. My vision blurs and the peaceful lake in front of me mutates into something else entirely… “Drink this, Tye. You’re freezing,” the young girl said as she handed him the Styrofoam cup. Despite the visible steam coming from the cup, he drank it down in two gulps. Through her veil of ratty hair, the girl smiled and sat next to him on the stoop. Tye wiped his mouth off with the back of his gloved hand and said, “Steer clear of Market Street, girl. It’s swarming with cops. They’re rounding everyone up and forcing us into shelters tonight because of the snow that’s coming.” “I’m going to the church. They don’t ask many questions there,” she said. “Why don’t you come with me?” “Nah, I’ll be fine. I like the cold. It keeps me alert.” “That’s bullshit,” she said. “Young ladies shouldn’t curse,” Tye scolded. The girl snorted and laughed at the old timer. She then looked down, her eyes taking in the miserable sight. Her smile faded and her eyes hardened. “They shouldn’t be covered in flea bites or wear clothes that are full of fucking holes, either,” she spat. “Hey, what is it? Talk to me.” I blink away the vision and stare into Griffin’s concerned eyes. “I saw a young girl, maybe twelve or thirteen. I didn’t get a good look at her face because her hair was covering most of it. I think she was living on the streets.” And she was pissed. I heard the bite in the young girl’s voice and saw the disgust in her eyes, not when she looked at that man she called Tye, but when she gave herself a once-over. At her tattered clothing, her matted hair, her flea-bitten skin. “Why is my brain spitting out random images of some poor girl?” “You’re going to remember. Each memory, each vision is a puzzle piece. They may seem random and useless right now, but you will find the connection.” “How do you know I’m going to remember who I am?” I ask, staring into his green eyes. “Because you’re too stubborn, too strong-willed not to.”
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