Don't Forget Me: An Unforgettable Romance

By Frankie Love

My stepdad was always a drunk – but he never tried to hurt me.
Until last night.
Now I have to run.

I find a safe place to hide out for just one night...
Trouble is, this cabin isn’t as abandoned as I thought.

The owner – a man who’s big and thick in ways that make me feel safe – won’t like that I’ve broke into his home.
I have to leave before he sees me... even though what I really want is to climb into his sturdy lap and ask him to protect me.
Ask him to take real good care of me.

The moment I start to run... I slip and fall.
And my whole world goes dark.
I can’t remember anything.
But I hope he is the one to save me...

The Unforgettable Series - A simple slip and fall, a car crash, a chemical reaction, or even a hockey puck to the head. Next thing you know, amnesia has turned the person you were madly in love with only moments ago into just another face you don't recognize. How can a romance possibly survive?

The Flirt Club brings you the Unforgettable Series, 8 hazy, fuzzy, swoon-worthy stories of losing a loved one to amnesia and fighting to get them back. Join us in getting lost in love!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Frankie Love
• Release date: Jan 10, 2022

Frankie Love

Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men. As a thirty-something mom who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters. She also believes in the power of a quickie. Get ready to fall in love … you deserve it! **Frankie also writes under the name Charlie Hart!

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Don’t Forget Me

Don’t Forget Me

An Unforgettable Romance

Frankie Love

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Don’t Forget Me

Sienna

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Sienna

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Sienna

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Sienna

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Don’t Forget Me

An Amnesia Romance: Presented by the Flirt Club

My stepdad was always a drunk – but he never tried to hurt me.

Until last night.

Now I have to run.

---

I find a safe place to hide out for just one night…

Trouble is, this cabin isn’t as abandoned as I thought.

---

The owner – a man who’s big and thick in ways that make me feel safe – won’t like that I’ve broke into his home.

I have to leave before he sees me… even though what I really want is to climb into his sturdy lap and ask him to protect me.

Ask him to take real good care of me.

---

The moment I start to run… I slip and fall.

And my whole world goes dark.

I can’t remember anything.

But I hope he is the one to save me…

Sienna

For the last few months I’ve been scrimping and saving, waiting for the right moment to go.

Now, as my stepdad wraps his hand around my wrist, squeezing too tight, I realize I waited too long.

Who do you think you are? His voice an angry growl. The bottle of whiskey in his hand, his eyes bloodshot, his hands shaking. You aren’t going anywhere. You belong to me.

I try to step back, terror running up my spine. I shake my head. No, I tell him. You may be my stepdad, but that doesn't give you any right.

He raises the bottle of booze, and I can imagine it smashing against my skin. I flinch. Stop it, Ethan, please, I beg him, let go of me.

I need to get away. I need to run, now.

There may be some people in this town who look at Ethan as though he is a respectable man, but I've seen him at his worst. He is a drunk at best. And when my mom was alive, we might have been family, but we are not family anymore.

I push him away hard. And thankfully he's drunk enough that he stumbles.

You little brat, he says, reaching for me. Get back here.

No, I scream, rushing for the door, telling myself not to trip. You've got this, Sienna, I whisper. One foot in front of the other, run. I don't reach for my purse, for a coat, for my shoes. Nothing. I run into the dead of the night. I don't look back. I don't wait. He's too drunk to chase after me, too stupid to