The final episode is here! I’m so excited to share the finale with you!!
The team has caught up with Megan and promises answers, but will she want to know the truth? Can she believe them after everything they’ve put her through? Eli, TJ, Nick and Sage tell her an unbelievable story, and yet it’s the only logical explanation. Megan might have to accept her role in all of it.
If they are telling the truth, it’s much bigger than she ever imagined, and now they’re in more danger. Eli wasn’t the only one looking for her.
I’m lying on Eli’s chest completely spent, listening to him breathe, but I know neither of us will be sleeping any time soon. Too much happened today. Too much came to light, and too many emotions are raging through my veins.
His fingers trace circles on my lower back. We could go to the bed to sleep, if we wanted. I don’t want to. I like it here by the fire.
“Eli, when I first woke up, the name Megan sounded all wrong to me. But that’s what you’re calling me now.”
“Really?” He sounds intrigued by that. “You had to use so many different names. Maybe that’s why. You were Tina in the last operation.”
Tina. I don’t like hearing that name at all. Something in me connects it to fear and danger.
“The one that went so wrong? Tell me about it.”
If you haven’t started the 4 novellas, you can preorder the box set with the entire story, which is releasing April 17th. The print will go live before then.
Megan wakes from a coma to a life that doesn’t feel right and a husband who acts like he loves her…but is he lying to her? Tricking her? What’s really going on? All the evidence says they’re happily and legally married, and yet her shattered memories say otherwise. Everyone she meets seems to be in on it, unless she’s suffering from paranoia due to her brain injury.
Ellison is the key to her past and future, even if she can’t trust him. That doesn’t stop her attraction to him. Megan plays a double agent, working with “Eli” to rebuild a life while trying to uncover the truth. Why would he do this? Does she know something she shouldn’t? He has an explanation for everything until new answers lead to an even more twisted story. What will she have to do to uncover the truth and learn who she really is?
This is Paul Bernard, producer of Ligit on FX, reading A Spy for Christmas.
What’s more dangerous? The Oregon wilderness? Hit men?
Or the heat in Grayson’s arms?
Robin is flying back into the misty Pacific Northwest for Christmas, which is a bit fitting after her last so-so relationship ended. Alex just wasn’t the right man for her. Things look up when Grayson sits next to her on the plane—he’s hot, charming, witty and very into her. Unfortunately their chance meeting puts her in danger, and suddenly Robin is trapped into spending the holiday with this charming, mysterious man at a secluded mountain cabin.
He vows to protect her with his own life if needed, but the danger isn’t just from the men tracking them down. Robin isn’t sure she can trust Grayson, and yet she’s pulled to his magnetism. Safety is quickly losing the battle to desire…
Dale Comstock from Zulu 7 Productions. (Also in NBC’s Star and Stripes.)
I love this setting – the snow capped mountains match the story’s setting!
In the story, Grayson and Robin flee Portland and take Mt. Hood Highway up into the rugged, snowy mountains.
AK Watters and Dale Comstock (Zulu 7 Productions) at the Sundance Film Festival, chatting with Julianne Moore.
Cora tapped her nails on the table and glanced at her watch. Other people were laughing and talking over dinner all around her while her temperature rose. She hated waiting for anyone, and this was more irritating because she was worried about her father. He never ran late. Never. She called his cell and office once more and left another message when he didn’t answer.
Jerry was her only living family member and she knew she worried too much about him. He did the same with her. It’s me and you. That’s what they always said.
Usually she found Dad waiting at a table for her, with dinner ordered and the most expensive bottle wine available ready to serve. Because he had lived most of his life with limited resources, he enjoyed splurging on her. Keith Holloway paid him way more than his accounting job required, but that was something she had been grateful for when they desperately needed the money. That was back when she started college. Now she was a top reporter in the area and making her own money.
I should go. She grabbed her purse and threw a twenty on the table, although she hadn’t ordered anything.
Outside, warm June air washed over her as she walked past the blooming rhododendrons lining the building. The soft breeze brought the relief of escape, as silly as that was. Cora filled her lungs and exhaled, trying to send the stress out with her breath. She’d go home and wait for her dad to call. He’d feel horrible for making her worry, and that dissolved any lingering anger.
Summer had exploded into full bloom, turning her home in central Oregon into a paradise. The sweet smell of flowers and freshly cut grass filled the air.
“Cora Evans?” A voice from behind stopped her as she pushed the unlock button for her red Miata. She turned and found a tall man watching her with intense, rich hazel eyes, set in a chiseled face. He was more than handsome with lighter than expected eyes. His dark hair looked almost too long. Almost.
They stared at each other like teenagers going on their first date, both trying not to smile. It was that perfect moment when you catch a stranger’s eye and share a second of blatant appreciation for each other. But this wasn’t a passing look on the street. He wanted something.
A sportscaster? Then again, not everyone worked in her industry. And what did it matter what he did, when he was focusing on her like he’d found the lost city of Atlantis?
She couldn’t look away, either, even while she felt her body temperature rising.
“Miss Evans?” He raised one eyebrow as he waited for her to answer. She managed to pull her eyes away from his face to his striking blue dress shirt long enough to collect herself.
“Yes?” Cora hesitated, looking up again and drowning in his warm hazel eyes. Almost by habit, she took a mental picture of the man, and didn’t mind the chore at all. She kept a detached gaze and took in his surprised eyes, full lips, and bronze complexion.
Oh, he’s a model! He wanted some press.
Strangely enough, he acted as mesmerized as she felt.
“I didn’t expect . . .” He searched for the words to finish his sentence, but by now the pause had grown too long to cover.
“You didn’t expect me?” she asked, amused. The semi-sharp angles on his clean-shaven face gave him a determined, focused look, and those eyes were focused on her like he’d never seen a woman before.
Now he could be amused because his words put a rose blush on her cheeks. She had no idea of how to answer that, unless she wanted to say, “Are you busy tonight?”
Wow. After an hour of staring at each other over dinner, maybe she’d let him steal a kiss. They could take a walk and visit the park where he could gaze into her eyes, tell her how beautiful she was, and ever so slowly lean in for a kiss. He’d pretend to be shy, of course, but knowing. She could picture his bedroom eyes and the unspoken question…
Wait! She needed to figure out where on earth her father had gone.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you, or scare you just then, but I needed to let you know your father couldn’t meet you tonight.”
Then why didn’t he call? And who are you?
“You know my father?” she asked out loud. He didn’t answer her question, and Cora wondered if he preferred for her to stare at him and forget she asked. His sure, sweet smile made her want to smile back at him, but she dug down deep for some self control. Something was off here. Finally, she said, “I don’t believe I’ve met you before.”
He flashed a smile, a bright, friendly and sexy-as-all-get-out smile.
“No, you haven’t. I’m Nick.” He extended his hand, and she hesitated, but then shook hands. They didn’t shake, just firmly held on for a quick minute. “I just stopped by to let you know your father’s tied up at work.”
She spent hours interviewing people and practicing active listening and eye contact. So why did this feel so awkward?
“I tried to call him.” How ridiculous. Why did her father send a stranger to relay the message? Anything to do with Jerry’s work and Keith Holloway got questions running through her mind. People throughout the city applauded Keith as a hero for donating money in all the right places, but she just didn’t trust the Holloways.
Her reporter skills kicked in even while she laughed inwardly. Not everything was a scandal waiting to happen.
She asked, “Why didn’t my dad just call me?”
With an overly helpful expression, he said, “He’s busy at the moment.”
He’s lying. But why? Three facts intrigued Cora: the man’s hesitance, his good looks, and the fact that she had never met him or heard her father mention him. Nick… the name didn’t ring a bell at all. She wanted to know more, but at the same time she felt the need to get out of there.
More Than Memories – can she love him if she can’t remember him?
Trent turned his horse and watched his Molly as he led them through the forest, still blown away that she was back alive and healthy… and happy for the moment. Yet, so many questions and doubts stood between them. Why did she disappear? And why did she come back now? He wanted the truth, and he wanted Molly to get her memory back. If she remembered their time together from childhood, maybe all those moments would mean something. Right now they were just pictures in his head.
He watched her sway with the horse and throw him a smile. Yeah, she was having fun, and they were making a new picture, a memory that both of them knew about. Still, the unknowns haunted him, even in the quiet, misty woods.
He wanted everyone in the town to believe in him again, and Molly could do that for him if she knew what happened. A few people were still suspicious and blamed Trent for the Andersons’ disappearance. Things that big don’t happen in small towns and people needed someone to blame.
She glanced his way and smiled. “I’m so glad we came out here.” She spoke softly, her eyes glowing with pleasure. “Yeah,” he agreed. “It’s real nice riding with you again.” It felt right. It almost felt like they hadn’t lost the last four years. For a minute, he tried to pretend they hadn’t. But maybe he wouldn’t appreciate this so much then. As things stood, he had her back, in a way. A big way, but he needed to get to the bottom of this too.
“Highly Recommended!” 5 stars from The Fictional Bookshelf