Lost Into Oblivion

By Jessica Wood

His name is Connor Brady. He’s the sexy and powerful multi-millionaire who’s the CEO of his own company. He’s my fiancé and he loves me. But there is one problem: I don’t remember him. I don’t remember anything about my life.

Connor tells me my name’s Olivia. I was recently in an accident and lost my memory. Although I don’t remember Connor, or anything about my past, he feels familiar. He is kind, protective, and breathtakingly-gorgeous.

I want to love him the way he seems to love me, but something holds me back: Ethan James, the mysterious, rebellious stranger who pushes my boundaries to their limits and makes me feel alive when I’m with him.

They’re both strangers to me, but I’m only destined to be with one of them. Is it my fiancé who loves and cares for me, or the stranger who is challenges everything I want to believe in?

NOTE: This is a prequel novella to the sexy, emotional, and all-consuming love story Oblivion. Oblivion is a full-length standalone novel that’s now widely available.

• Language: English
• Publisher: RLH Publishing
• Release date: Feb 6, 2015
• ISBN: 9781507014554

Jessica Wood

Jessica Wood writes contemporary romance. While she has lived in countless cities throughout the U.S., her heart belongs to San Francisco. To her, there’s something seductively romantic about the Golden Gate Bridge, the steep rolling hills of the city streets, the cable cars, and the Victorian-style architecture. She loves a strong, masculine man with a witty personality. While she is headstrong and extremely independent, she can’t resist a man who takes control of the relationship, both outside and inside of the bedroom. ;) She loves to travel internationally, and tries to plan a yearly trip abroad. She also loves to cook and bake, and—to the benefit of her friends—she loves to share. She also enjoys ceramics and being creative with her hands. She has a weakness for good (maybe bad) TV shows; she’s up-to-date on over 25 current shows, and no, that wasn’t a joke. And it goes without saying, she loves books—they’re like old and dear friends who have always been there to make her laugh and make her cry. The one thing she wishes she had more of, is time.

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LOST INTO OBLIVION

A prequel novella to Oblivion

Jessica Wood

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ABOUT LOST INTO OBLIVION

His name is Connor Brady. He’s the sexy and powerful multi-millionaire who’s the CEO of his own company. He’s my fiancé and he loves me. But there is one problem: I don’t remember him. I don’t remember anything about my life.

Connor tells me my name’s Olivia. I was recently in an accident and lost my memory. Although I don’t remember Connor, or anything about my past, he feels familiar. He is kind, protective, and breathtakingly-gorgeous.

I want to love him the way he seems to love me, but something holds me back: Ethan James, the mysterious, rebellious stranger who pushes my boundaries to their limits and makes me feel alive when I’m with him.

They’re both strangers to me, but I’m only destined to be with one of them. Is it my fiancé who loves and cares for me, or the stranger who is challenges everything I want to believe in?

NOTE: This is a free prequel novella to the sexy, emotional, and all-consuming love story Oblivion. Oblivion is a full-length standalone novel that’s now widely available.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2015 by Jessica Wood

All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author.

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Author’s Note

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The moment I heard my first love story I began seeking you, not realizing the search was useless. Lovers don’t meet somewhere along the way. They’re in one another’s souls from the beginning.

Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi

CHAPTER ONE

Tears streamed down my face as I ran into my bedroom and slammed the door behind me. I reached for my diary—the familiar pink leather journal that was filled with my deepest thoughts. My shaky fingers pulled the gold fabric ribbon page marker, taking me to my last entry, and I began to frantically scribble down everything I was feeling at that moment—all the pain and fear that raced inside me as the screaming escalated an octave higher between my parents outside of my room.

They’re fighting again. It’s been happening more and more frequently, each time worse than the day before.

I wish they weren’t so unhappy. I wish my parents didn’t hate each other so much. I wish I was anyone else but myself right now. I wish I was anywhere else but here.

As if hearing my thoughts, I heard my father roar, If you want a fucking divorce, you can have it! But I’m going to warn you just this once: if you walk out of that door, don’t ever think about coming back again!

I don’t plan on it! I heard my mother spit back. I’m leaving first thing tomorrow, and I’m taking Liv with me!

No! I cried, my mind racing as I thought about everything I was about to lose.

Just then, my room and the pink leather diary in my hand faded away into the background as my consciousness registered a soft, steady beeping in the distance. What is that?

When I turned toward the sound, I found myself running across a familiar street in the middle of the night. I was wearing a jewel-encrusted blush-pink evening gown that weighed down on my body and restricted my movement. The air was bitter cold and cutting, but the adrenaline that coursed inside me seemed to shelter me from the cold like a numbing blanket.

Suddenly, I saw two bright, blinding headlights coming toward me at high speed. The sharp screeching of car tires filled the air, drowning out all other noise. I felt the impact of cold metal against my body as I was lifelessly flung sideways against the solid pavement.

I braced myself for the impact of the pain that would greet my body.

But it didn’t come.

Instead, the steady beeping returned, but this time, it seemed closer, louder.

Then a hushed conversation seeped through my consciousness.

There’s nothing we can do for her right now, Mr. Brady. As you know she has suffered some head injuries from the accident, so all we can do right now is to wait for her to wake up and see from there. The female voice seemed miles away, but for some reason, I knew she was talking about me.

Okay. Thank you. The man’s voice was strained and low as I heard him walk in my direction.

I felt my head throb in pain, in time with that unnerving beeping that became increasingly louder.

"She’s very lucky to have someone like you to visit and