Christmas Memories

By Jade Twilight

Sage wakes, in a strange house with no memory of where she is. How she got there? Or if that's even really her name.
Wyatt, the rancher who found her in her car in a ditch, let's her stay with him until she regains her memory or they figure out who she is. The question is does she really want to know?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trailer Trash Publishing
• Release date: Nov 30, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463321034

Jade Twilight

I'm a married, stay at home mom, with two little ones. I enjoy being outside, gardening hiking and playing with my daughter. When I'm not doing any of those things I'm reading or writing. Mostly paranormal, fantasy, western erotica/ romance, but the limit is my imagination. Which is a little warped so you never know what'll pop out.

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Christmas Memories

by Jade Twilight

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Christmas Memories

Copyright© 2014 Jade Twilight

Copyright© 2007 Jade Twilight

Originally published by Red Rose Publishing in 2007 as Who am I?

Cover Art by Shandy Sanford

Graphic Credit 123RF

Chapter One

Sage gazed around the bedroom where she lay. Where the hell am I? The room had a back woods quality. Other than the bed the only other furniture was a rocking chair, a stand next to the bed, and a dresser. Every thing seemed to be made of wood, and appeared hand made. As she sat up, a better question formed in her mind. Just who the hell am I?

Looking down, she took assessment of her situation. She was in this huge bed, a pinwheel quilt covered her, underneath she wore a night shirt and her underwear. Her head hurt like hell, she was covered with small cuts and scraps, although nothing seemed broken. Yet she had no idea how she ended up this way, or here.

Footsteps outside the door caused her heart to jump. Okay maybe she'd get a few answers. The door opened and the most magnificent man she'd ever seen, or at least she thought she'd ever seen, walked in carrying a tray. His sun bleached hair just brushed his shoulders, and his lean build was accentuated by the jeans and tee shirt he wore. He stopped short as if he hadn't expected her to be awake, then seemed to collect himself. Good, you're awake. You had me a little worried there.

He walked over and set the tray next to her on the bed. She glanced down at the bowl of soup, and all her questions came tumbling out, Who are you, where am I and …?

Whoa, sugar, one question at a time. He sat down in the rocking chair. My name's Wyatt Phoenix, most people just call me Phoenix. You're in the extra bedroom on my ranch.

She wet her lips, watching him. Now for the thirty thousand-dollar question. So who am I?

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Wyatt stared at