Lost in His Woods: Book One

By Penelope L'Amoreaux

How far would you go to get your memory back?

Waking up in Siberia, only inches from death, Clare remembers nothing of her past. Nothing, that is, except the handsome, guarded stranger who saved her.

Trapped in a land and home where nothing feels normal, Clare searches for any thread that could unlock her past. But she finds her focus shifting to Tolik, her reserved savior. He’s kind, gentle, and definitely a loner...with a secret.

Clare is keen to learn more about her handsome hero, but her questions lead her nowhere. So she takes matters into her own hands.

As does Tolik when he catches her snooping. Clare soon discovers that there’s a darker side to the kind and gentle Tolik. A side that ignites her body in unimaginable ways. Will Tolik’s sensual touch also awaken her memory and erase the amnesia that haunts her mind?

This is part one in a series of five. It is for mature audiences, 18+, who enjoy a little mystery in their men, a lot of curiosity in their heroines, and a dash of pain and kink mixed with their pleasure!

Disclaimer: This is a re-release of this book. It has been slightly altered from the original copy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Penelope L'Amoreaux
• Release date: Oct 12, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301542727

Penelope L'Amoreaux

Penelope L'Amoreaux helps build rocket ships during the day and dreams of naughty adventures at night. When not turning those adventures into stories, she enjoys a tall glass of wine, reading, and the perfectly cooked steak.

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Lost In His Woods: Book 1

Penelope L’Amoreaux

Published by Penelope L’Amoreaux

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2014 Penelope L’Amoreaux

Cover art by Angie Zambrano of pro_ebookcovers

Chapter One

It had felt like hell when I woke up freezing in a snow drift, my memory gone.

I had woken up in a cardigan and jeans, near death, covered in snow. When I had opened my eyes, the thing that startled me the most wasn’t the snow or my skin (which had been turning blue); no, it was that I had had no idea how I had got there. Or who I was.

I had felt more than panic. I had felt a bone-deep terror, a gaping hole opening in me that nothing could calm and close. Screaming, I had stumbled through the drifts, searching for shelter, a place to get warm. Searching for something, anything, familiar.

When I had given up hope and was lying down to die in the snow, I had been saved.

This man, this stranger named Tolik was a knight on a snowmobile, swooping in and rescuing me from almost certain death. At first I hadn’t been sure if he was a friend or a foe. He had pulled up beside my frozen body and looked at me before starting to pull off. To leave me to die.

I must have called out, or maybe he had a change of heart, but I had watched as he turned the mobile around and slung me on a sled attached to the back.

He took me to his cabin, warmed me up, fed me, let me pass out on his guest bed.

I had slept for two days, on and off, with feverish dreams. My dreams haunted me, ribbons of memory floating and tugging at my subconscious. A face or a familiar scene would dash through, but my mind tries too hard to capture them and they escape.

Now when I wake up, I wake up with an ache in my chest—the absence of who I am a gaping hole.

The only thing that keeps me calm was Tolik. If there was a picture dictionary, Tolik’s face would be planted firmly beside mysterious. He doesn’t share much with me. I guess that’s fair, as I can’t share anything with him. When I had first come to, he had been frustrated by my inability to remember anything about myself.

"But how does an American just wake up in the middle of No-Where, Siberia!?" He had yelled in frustration, while I sat and cried and tried desperately to make him believe. My English and accent had tipped him off, though he was American, too. Really, it was a pot calling a kettle black, but I was too upset at the circumstances to point that out.

I recognized Siberia. I knew the trees, the tundra. I just didn’t know how I knew and I sure as hell didn’t know how I ended up there.

Eventually he did believe me and said I could stay with him for a while, "until my memory