Publication date: August 25th, 2022
Synopsis:
What if you lived another life?
A life you thought only existed in fairytales.
What happens when both worlds collide?
A silly accident puts Elle Worthington into a coma, and when she awakes, she can't remember her name or anything about her life. She leaves the hospital and returns to a home that's anything but ideal--her stepmother loathes her, her stepsister resents her, and her father's a workaholic who's rarely ever home.
She soon discovers that she is the head cheerleader and is dating Edward Kingsley, the golden-boy quarterback who's madly in love with her. Everyone tells her how lucky she is to be with Edward, but for some strange reason, Elle is instead drawn to Rush Porter, her next-door neighbor--a brooding, reckless newcomer who's too good looking for his own good! From the moment she sees him, he captures her attention and haunts her dreams, and he seems to know an awful lot about her.
When Elle goes to work for her eccentric aunt Adele who owns a chocolate shop, she begins to get a glimpse of another life--a magical life in which she was a simple peasant girl whose life changed forever the day she caught the eye of the prince. A girl who might have lived happily-ever-after had her heart not had other ideas.
She becomes trapped between loyalty and duty--betrayal and love, and a forbidden attraction so strong that it has the power to destroy her.
All is not as it seems on the surface. Dark forces are watching and waiting to claim what they deem to be theirs, and the fate of a kingdom rests in the hands of a girl who cannot remember who she is or where she came from.
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Excerpt
Elle was finishing up the second flowerbed when she felt the sensation of being watched. She turned toward the house next door and saw a guy standing on the front porch, leaning against the column. Her eyes met his, and she could tell from his expression that she was supposed to know him. The fact that he was very handsome didn't help matters.
He was tall and lean with black wavy hair and eyes so intense that she could feel the heat of them from across the yard. Her heart raced. She couldn't face trying to make polite conversation with him--not when her head felt like it was about to explode. She looked away, but she could still feel him standing there, staring at her.
What? She wanted to scream. She looked at him again through narrowed eyes. This time, there was a trace of amusement on his face. he glared at him and was startled when he chuckled. Anger surged through her. She threw down the spade and stood, her feet squared. "What do you want?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Do you really have to ask... Elle?"
The way he spoke her name was almost a caress. The distance between them seemed to shrink, and she became aware of the way his shirt fell along his muscular chest, the strong curve of his jaw, the way his blue eyes sparked when he gave her the slightest hint of a smile. Confusion clouded over her. These feelings. Where were they coming from? She lifted her chin.
"I don't remember you," she said with more certainty than she felt.
"Well, that's mighty convenient."
"What're you talking about?"
He flashed a small that disappeared as quickly as it had come. "I'm talking about this supposed memory loss thing. I'm just not buying it, that's all."
She clenched her fists to her side. "How dare you insinuate that I would pretend to lose..." She shook her head. "Forget it." She darted up the front steps to her house.
"You know me, Elle," he yelled after her. "you know me," she heard him say again as she went inside, slamming the door behind her. For good measure, she locked it.
She ran her hands through her hair and leaned against the door. He was right. She did know him. Her heated reaction to him had come from some deep, basic part of her--some primal part that she could never let out.
She shuddered. Where were these thoughts coming from? She shook her head. Some primal part, that she could never let out? She really was losing it. He was some random guy--a neighbor who enjoyed getting under her skin. That was all. Even as she thought the words, she somehow knew that he was more. An image of him, leaning against the column flashed through her mind. The knowing look in his eyes, and his cocky attitude. She shut her eyes, willing the image to disappear. Something about him scared her--scared her to the core. And somehow, in a way she couldn't understand, she knew she must stay away from him.
Jennifer Youngblood is a USA Today Bestselling Author of clean romance, sweet romance, romantic comedy, and romantic suspense novels. For as long as she could remember, Jennifer has wanted to be an author. In those rare moments when she's not dreaming up another story, Jennifer loves cooking, spending time with family, and occasionally breaking away from her hectic life to take spontaneous trips to exotic and sometimes not so exotic locations. She couldn't survive in a world without chocolate, good books, family, and friends.
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