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Elsbeth and Erich are lost souls, one...through no fault of her own. And the other, through conscience decision. How to unite kindred spirits when they fight each other tooth and nail to stay apart. Elsbeth has lost her memory. Erich's memories are too fresh and painful to allow anyone close, ever again. What a tangled web we weave...
She finds herself awakening in an unfamiliar room, accompanied by a man she has never seen before.
Her past is a complete blank to her.
She doesn't even know her own name.
Instantly drawn to this volatile, moody
male, her instincts is all she has to rely
upon.
Regrettably, the man's cold and hostile demeanor serves only to exacerbate the situation.
How has she wronged him? The future seems bleak and frightening.
She must gather the frayed fragments of her existence, piece by precious piece.
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24Unveiled58
17 chapters read
Forget the Past
Sep 17, 2024
Loving this
"I wish there was more to this book "
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PatsyLotus1672
Forget the Past
Loved this story
"I will be completely honest. At the beginning, I had NO idea what was going on, lol. I just kept reading till it all started to come together. But I loved how the story unfolded and how they grew to love each other in the end!! Erich is a hot mess! I can't wait to read about their adventures in the colonies."
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Emily
Forget the Past
15 chapters read
Sep 17, 2024
Unexpected
"I had no idea what to expect when I started reading this. It quickly became a favorite. I would love a series with these two! "
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Strawberries & Cream
17 chapters read
Forget the Past
Sep 7, 2024
Pleasantly surprised
"I wasn't sure what to expect when I started this novel. Originally, I thought it would take place on a ship (lol), but much like the storyline, everything is not as it seems (in the best possible way). The banter between Erich and Ellie is so delightfully wonderful and humorous, it's hard not to like them! I laughed out loud quite a couple times, and also felt immense sadness when the scene called for it. And, as with every romance/erotica novel, there was plenty of hottie hot hot spice woven in between !!! Overall, a compelling read that will keep you on your toes ! "
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Fiona Walker
17 chapters read
Sep 6, 2024
Forget The Past
"A surprisingly delightful story. A slightly slow and confusing start but once I accepted that I wasn’t supposed to know what was going on, I welcomed it and just read lol. An unusual and wonderful writing style that was well edited. Part of me wanted a longer book to know more about their future adventures but actually it finished nicely to allow my own imagination to kick in. A definite follow for this author !!!!!"
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ramosjacquilen
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Sep 5, 2024
Forget the Past
"So beautiful. Its a mix of fun and bluntness and romance and all of the above. Thank you author"
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CHAPTER ONE
Andre Bouchard was exhausted. Between his instructional classes at the University and his passion for scientific experimentation, he was running on fumes these days.
Still, the experiment could not wait.
It was in its crucial stages.
The man watched the embryo float peacefully by the glass partition, the tiny body suspended in the bluish, green liquid that nourished and sustained the still lifeless form.
It had been six hellish months of failure after failure but this time, the experiment seemed viable.
The embryo had maintained a constant state of fluctuation which meant, soon now...very soon, the man could attempt the actual transfer of stem cells needed to possibly activate the life forces.
Andre had told no one of this research project, of course.
Few would understand the complexity, in the first place and most, would gasp with repulsion at the very concept presented.
Bouchard had always been an outcast in the scientific community. Which was fine with the man, for his ideologies were far advanced of any socially accepted norms.
Andre Bouchard thought outside the box.
Some said, so far outside, they should lock the door and throw away the key. Never allowing him to practice any of the far-fetched, improbable concepts he envisioned.
They said the same of the first Doctors of Medicine who wished to examine the corpses of the dead.
And look how such methods advanced the understanding of all aspects of the human condition in reality.
Short-sightedness was the enemy of all scientific research. Moralistic objections from pious, religious fanatics who would be the first to approve any objectionable practices if it meant such things would save their own worthless hides, in Andre’s opinion.
The man sat, wiping his glasses with a clean cloth.
He sighed heavily, bowing his head, feeling the tiredness descend.
Perhaps he would chance a few hours sleep. Start fresh on the morrow.
He would not leave the child, of course but...just a few moments’ rest would keep his mind fresh enough and alert to finish the test.
Yes...just a few moments.
The man lay his head on to his hand, his arms forming a cushion on the desktop of his lab table.
He closed his eyes and...drifted.
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Andre didn’t know what awoke him, but he did know he had been sound asleep. It was a rather loud crash which made the man start, sitting straight up, his senses blinking alert and functioning.
His weary gaze searched about the lab.
The man stood quickly, gasping his shock and surprise.
Bouchard rushed forward, stopping in his tracks.
The rather large glass container which formerly housed the embryo was shattered, beyond recognition, shards lining the flooded titled floor.
The man hardly noted the destruction for something more prevalent took his attention.
On the same tiled floor, in the midst of the watery mess...lay a naked man, fully formed, curled into a fetal position.
Bouchard approached cautiously, his senses totally stunned. His infamous brain was not functioning at all. He stared...transfixed then...
“Oh my god!” the man rushed to the embryo, gathering it off the dirt of the floor. He cradled the little thing protectively, hurrying to the table. The man removed his lab coat, wrapping the small bundle carefully.
The baby was blue and lifeless.
Its tiny face peacefully devoid of any expression.
Andre’s heart constricted and he swallowed the threat of tears.
An arm came out of nowhere, reaching around the man’s frame.
Andre, jumped, turning his head, staring at the chiseled features staring back at him.
A hand came into view, which was laid on the baby’s tiny chest.
Andre pushed that hand aside, his brow furrowed critically. “Leave it be!” he had not meant to snap so harshly.
Bouchard stepped back a tad, glancing up and down the nudity of the man who now stood, his handsome features scowling right back to a totally dumbfounded scientist.
The man’s hand once again, covered the baby’s chest, energy passing between the contact.
Bouchard shielded his eyes for the brightness hurt, then...the aura disappeared as suddenly as it...appeared.
The baby’s soft mews filled the strained silence.
Andre’s mouth fell agape for the infant was now wiggling about, its miniature arms waving frantically in the air.
The man stared, unable to move or function as yet.
The baby scrunched up its face, which turned red with growing disenchantment then...it began to cry...loudly.
Bouchard hastily picked it up, soothingly rocking it back and forth, trying to shush the cat-a-walling. All to no avail.
The man stared at the other younger one.
“...Are you...God?” The only logical assumption for, this thing had just given life where no life had been. Andre had witnessed the miracle with his own eyes.
Or had he? Was he still...asleep?
Was this a horribly realistic dream conjured by his exhausted brain?
The naked man looked at the baby, crossed to the window seat by the French doors, curled into a ball then...slept.
Bouchard continued to stare, but the baby’s infernal racket called for attention.
The man’s brain kicked in. “...Alright.” He whispered hesitantly, holding the infant closer for its little hands felt cold. “Alright, do not fret. I will...feed you.”
The man chanced one last glance to the peacefully sleeping man...then climbed the stairs into the kitchen of his home. Not however, before locking the French doors securely.
He remembered at the time...how stupid can one be.
Locking the door that God...could not escape.
But, lock it he did then...turned his attention to the squalling baby.
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