For five years, Thomas has lived without a past. A motorcycle accident left him with scars, permanent amnesia and a lot of anger. But the scars aren't all on the outside. He knows one day he'll need to figure out who he used to be, but for now, he's content in his misery and denial. If his family doesn't care to find him, the feeling is mutual—until the love of a tender-hearted, sassy redhead changes his mind. Alyssa Morgan vowed to locate her missing husband and has followed every clue, every lead, every hunch, hoping to find him and the reason for his disappearance. But fate has something else in store for her and puts in her path an aloof man who has her husband’s voice and the disfigured face of a stranger.
Torn between his past and their future, can they put their doubts aside and let love in?
“What do you want, Alyssa? I don't think I'm real clear on what we're doing here.” “To get to know you. To talk,” she said, leaning her head to the side and studying his mangled face. “Maybe we can go back to your place.” Thomas frowned. “Is this some sort of joke?” “Of course not.” He studied her face and she looked genuinely irritated that he didn't believe her.
“Why me?” he demanded. He was irritated at the idea she might actually be interested in him. “There were twenty other men in there watching you with their tongues hanging out. Why me?” “Because you weren't watching me with your tongue hanging out. And besides, I think you've got a story to tell.” Thomas leaned in, inhaling her fresh scent again. Their lips were so close he could feel the puff of each breath. “You think I've got a story to tell?” he asked, looking deeply into her eyes. Those blue eyes framed with thick, come-hither lashes turned dark as they focused on his lips. She nodded. He hovered there a moment, unsure if he wanted to kiss her for his own benefit or to punish her. An angry snarl pulled back his lips when he decided against both and whispered, “Get lost. I'm not interested.”