Kylie Fricking Scott. Way to blow readers away with a fantastic new twist to second chance romance. Clementine, a victim of a brutal attack, has been left with no memory. For the first time, readers have to discover who the heroine is alongside her as she deals with friends, family, and the life she had. A clue to her past leads her to a tattoo shop and its rude and gruff owner (none too pleased to see her) happens to be her ex. But there’s a mystery as to why they broke up. She can’t remember and he’s too pained to reveal it to her right away. Now Clem has to earn the trust of the man who’s heart she seemingly broke…but it turns out she didn’t trust him at all their first time around and that’s what ended them. Navigating your past is difficult when you’re attracted to the one man who can help you piece it all together.
I loved Ed. He’s rude, rash, and generally does NOT take back to Clementine right away. No, like the readers, she gets small glimpses of the man behind the anger, behind the broken heart. We fall in love with him with Clem and I think that creates a special bond with a heroine that I haven’t felt before. Scott also adds in an extra element when more attacks seem to be happening to Clem. Was her head injury a random act of violence or is there someone truly after her? Figuring out her steps that day and in the days leading up to it are key in figuring out the truth.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, there is something undeniably real to Scott’s stories. They’re not tied up in pretty little bows. They’re raw and all her characters are flawed and easy to relate to on some level. This romance becomes MORE than a romance. It’s a story about finding your own path, creating you own future, and trusting you gut to guide you. Between the kisses and the danger, it’s a second chance romance not only for Clem and Ed, but for Clementine and her own self. Truly wonderful story and I can’t wait to see what Kylie Scott does next because she’s shocking me at every turn!
From New York Times bestselling author Kylie Scott comes REPEAT, a sexy, standalone contemporary romance! REPEAT is now available! Grab your copy today!
From New York Times bestselling author Kylie Scott comes an irresistible new romance.
When a vicious attack leaves 25-year-old Clementine Johns with no memory, she’s forced to start over. Now she has to figure out who she was and why she made the choices she did – which includes leaving the supposed love of her life, tattoo artist Ed Larsen, only a month before.
Ed can hardly believe it when his ex shows up at his tattoo parlor with no memory of their past, asking about the breakup that nearly destroyed him. The last thing he needs is more heartache, but he can’t seem to let her go again. Should they walk away for good, or does their love deserve a repeat performance?
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“A page-turning romantic feast that will have you desperate for more. I was immediately hooked.” —#1 New York Times bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken
“Amnesia,” he mutters for about the hundredth time. Usually, ‘fuck’, ‘shit’, or some blasphemy follows that statement. This time, however, there’s nothing. Maybe he’s finally getting used to the idea.
I sit on the opposite side of the booth, inspecting the cocktail menu. It’s as gross and sticky as the table.
“Can I get you guys something else?” asks the waiter with a practiced smile.
“I’ll have a piña colada.”
“You hate coconut,” Ed Larsen informs me, slumped back in his seat.
“Try a margarita.”
“What he said,” I tell the waiter, who presumably thinks we have some kinky dom-sub thing going on.
Ed orders another lite beer, watching me the entire time. I don’t know if his blatant examination is better or worse than my sister’s furtive looks. He’d suggested going back to his place to talk. I declined. I don’t know the guy, and it didn’t feel safe. So instead we came here. The bar is dark and mostly empty, given it’s the middle of the afternoon, but at least it’s public.
“How old are you?” I ask.
In response, he pulls his wallet out of his back pocket and passes me his driver’s license.
“Thank you.” Information is good. More definites. “You’re seven years older than me.”
“How serious were we? Did we stay together for long?”
He licks his lips, turns away. “Don’t you have someone else you can ask about all this? Your sister?”
I just look at him.
He frowns, but then sighs. “We saw each other for about half a year before moving in together. That lasted eight months.”
“If you say so.” His face isn’t happy. But I need to know.
“Did I cheat on you?”
Now the frown comes with a glare.
Despite his don’t-fuck-with-me vibes, it’s hard not to smile. The man is blessed in the DNA department. He’s so pretty. Masculine pretty. I’m not used to being attracted to people, and he’s giving me a heart-beating-harder, tingles-in-the-pants kind of sensation, which is a lot new and a little overwhelming. Makes me want to giggle and flip my hair at him like some vapid idiot.
But I don’t. “It’s just that I’m getting some distinct vibes that somehow I’m the bad guy in all this.”
“No, you didn’t cheat on me,” he growls. “And I didn’t cheat on you either, no matter what you might have thought.”
My brows jump. “Huh. So that’s why we broke up?”
“This is fucked. Actually, it was fucked the first time.” He turns away and finishes the last of his beer. “Jesus.”
I just keep quiet, waiting.
“You have no memories, no feelings about me whatsoever?”
A muscle jumps in his jaw, his hands sitting fisted on the table.
“It’s called traumatic retrograde amnesia,” I say, trying to explain. “What they call my ‘episodic memory’ is gone—all my memories of events and people and history. Personal facts. But I can still make a cup of coffee, read a book, or drive a car. Stuff like that. Things that were done repetitively, you know? Not that I’m allowed to drive at the moment. My car’s sitting outside my sister’s house gathering dust. They said to give it some time before I got behind the wheel again, make sure I’m okay. Also, apparently the part of my brain in charge of inhibitions and social restrictors, et cetera, is a bit messed up, so I don’t always react right, or at least not necessarily how you’d expect me to behave based on previous me.”
I shrug. “It’s as good a label for her as any.”
“She’s you. You’re her.”
“Maybe. But she’s still a complete stranger to me.”
“Christ,” he mutters.
This is awkward. “I’m upsetting you. I’m sorry. But there are things I need to know, and I’m hoping you can help me out with some of them.”
“Kylie Scott has long been one of my favorite authors, and oh, did she crush it with Repeat! I loved every page. Witty, swoony, sexy romance weaved in a mystery that will have you hooked. This one goes to the top of my 2019 favorite reads.” —A.L. Jackson, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author
“This book. You need this book. Repeat is everything I wanted in a romance. I was not expecting the delicious intensity, the amazing heroine, the delicious hero, and the banter only Kylie Scott can write. This book is pure magic.” —L.J. Shen, USA Today bestselling author
“Kylie Scott’s vivid characters, amazing writing, and a plot to keep you glued to the pages makes Repeat a must read!” —Donna Grant, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author
About Kylie Scott:
Kylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013 & 2014, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet. You can learn more about Kylie from http://www.kylie-scott.com/