I’m late with this post. The day got away from me.
I didn’t forget.
I swear I didn’t forget it was today.
There’s no way I could have forgotten.
But, what if I did?
As I’m reading through the newest release by New York Times Bestselling author, Monica Corwin, that question is going through my mind. As I’m reading Make Me Forget, I thought about how my life would be different if I had no memory of the person I loved.
I feel in to this book with a certain amount of smug envy, I’m not going to lie. As a kid I always envied the older generations as they talked about going to the movies on Saturday for the latest Commander Cody serial film in the matinee. The closest we had to that growing up was the three year intervals between Star Wars movies.
And then my friend Monica tells me that she is releasing a couple of her books, chapter by chapter, on the Radish app.
I fell in to the serialization pit at point. First one chapter. Then the next. And before I new it, I was checking my phone to see if the next chapter has posted.
After the tears and heartache of a few chapters, I had to have the next chapter! If only to convince myself that it was all going to work out between Murphy and Mara.
After all, you can’t just forget that kind of chemistry with someone one.
I’m going to throw some of the blurb at you now, because I think Monica does a better job than I do of convincing you that you need to read this book. Although, I will tell you that the reason this post is later is because I was busy reading and re-reading, and wiping wet stuff off my screen (eww…not THAT you perv) trying to finish this book.
You really should grab a copy of it so we can have something to talk about over coffee!
And now here’s some cool release day promo magic, courtesy of the folks over at Give Me Books!
He makes me ache.
He makes me forget.
Since grade school Murphy Wilcox and I fought incessantly. But one drunk night before my last military deployment changed everything. At least that is what he tells me. Along with the hundreds of scorching hot emails we shared.
Fast forward four years and Murphy is the only connection I have to my past. The only connection I have to the woman I used to be. Amnesia is a bitch but apparently so was I.
**25% of the profit from this book will be donated to the International Society for Traumatic Stress Studies, in hopes that it can help fund further research into PTSD**