Ever watch 50 First Dates? Now add Suits—and A LOT MORE STEAM.
Yeah, I may have dry-humped a hockey legend in a dark alley. Before you judge—he did save me from a stalker. There was gratitude. Then tongue. And a little grinding before I bolted. The problem?
Cameron Wilder’s got a concussion. His memory flickers like bad Wi-Fi. He doesn’t remember the alley, the kiss… me.
Meanwhile, my photographic memory replays that penalty-box fantasy in 4K slow-mo—on endless auto-repeat.
Now he’s my live-in bodyguard—strutting around half-naked, dropping towels with a smirk like it’s his favorite pastime. I should hate him. Instead, I’m falling—hard.
Because even when his brain glitches, his instincts don’t. One hand pulls me close, shielding me on reflex—“Stay behind me.” Hero mode: activated. The next breath, he looks lost.
“Sorry… have we met?” Then protects me anyway. The truth? I’m not really Tara Haynes. I’m a secret heiress on the run, with a target on my back.
Falling for the man who might forget he loves me but fights every day to keep me—every curve, every kiss, every piece—memorized.
~ Protector hero. Hidden heiress. Only one bed. Enemies to lovers meets small-town hockey heat.
