Remembering That Night
Greg Chalmers knows when someone is lying. That's how he ends up helping the police with an unusual case. A woman is found covered in blood, claiming she has no memory. Is she lying? He doesn’t think so. But for the first time, his attraction to her could be clouding his judgment!Despite his intentions to stay aloof, he can’t resist helping Eliza Dunning…especially when she becomes the prime suspect in a murder investigation. As they work together to uncover the details of her life, Greg finds himself in deep. And it’s even more important to prove her innocence….
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Whoâs that girl?
Greg Chalmers knows when someone is lying. Thatâs how he ends up helping the police with an unusual case. A woman is found covered in blood, claiming she has no memory. Is she lying? He doesnât think so. But for the first time, his attraction to her could be clouding his judgment!
Despite his intentions to stay aloof, he canât resist helping Eliza Dunningâ¦especially when she becomes the prime suspect in a murder investigation. As they work together to uncover the details of her life, Greg finds himself in deep. And itâs even more important to prove her innocenceâ¦.
âIâm not a liar!â
At her words, Greg was off the couch and walking toward her as if to settle her again. But Eliza didnât want to be settled.
âIâm sick of this, Greg. Iâm sick of being mistaken for some victim. I want this to end. I want all of it to end.â
âAnd it will. Once we find out who was in your house today. Once you get your memory back.â
His tone was gentle and reassuring. She didnât want gentle and reassuring. She didnât want a lecture by Dr. Chalmers on how everything was going to be okay when clearly it wasnât.
She wanted to feel something different. She wanted to be the person controlling her fate. She wantedâ¦
Taking two determined strides toward him she lifted her arms around his neck. âThis,â she whispered against his lips. âThis is what I want.â
Dear Reader,
Iâve had the idea of a human lie detector as a character for some time. Guys like the one in The Mentalist whose powers of observationâbecause, really, thatâs all that skill isâare just better than anyone elseâs. Almost like a modern-day Sherlock Holmes. I knew Greg was that character. I mean, what better skill to have as a psychologist than the ability to really âseeâ the person youâre trying to help?
Until it all goes wrong for Greg, of course. It was at his lowest moment when I had to imagine the heroine who might come along and save him. A heroine who needs a little saving herself. I thought, how does a woman keep her secrets from a man who can see everything about her? The answer was simple. She couldnât have any secrets. So I made her a blank slate.
This is my amnesia story, and while maybe itâs been done before, this is my attempt. I hope you enjoy Greg and Lizaâs story.
Iâve lived with these characters who have ties to the Tyler GroupâOne Final Step (October 2012), An Act of Persuasion (March 2013) and For the First Time (October 2013)âfor so long that I wasnât quite ready to leave them. So Iâve written two novellas with some of the secondary characters: Elaine, Chuck, Sophie and Bay. Look for the digital book with both stories available now!
I love to hear from readers. Feel free to reach out to me at www.stephaniedoyle.net or on Twitter, @StephDoyleRW.
Happy reading!
Stephanie Doyle
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Stephanie Doyle, a dedicated romance reader, began to pen her own romantic adventures at age sixteen. She began submitting to Harlequin lines at age eighteen, and by twenty-six her first book was published. Fifteen years later, she still loves what she does, as each book is a new adventure. She lives in South Jersey with her cat, Lex, and her two kittens, who have taken over everything. When she isnât thinking about escaping to the beach, sheâs working on her next idea.
Contents
PROLOGUE
âALL IN.â
Greg looked at his opponent across the table. He watched the manâs eyes drop to the table. Watched him slow his breathing. Watched him try to erase every visible tell.
A regular poker player with years of experience no doubt. The old man had to be nearing seventy if he hadnât already gotten there. His face was weathered. His teeth a hard yellow from years of smoking. Yeah, Greg was fairly certain this wasnât his opponentâs first time in Atlantic City. It probably wasnât even his first time putting what amounted to over ten thousand dollars up for gamble.
If Greg folded his cards, he would still leave the table up several thousand dollars. If he called and lost, he would lose both his stake and his dayâs earnings. How many hours of play time was it? Ten? Twelve? Heâd lost track at some point, but it sure would be a shame to have wasted all that time for nothing.
If he called and won then the world was his. At least for a moment.
Greg reached for his glass and took a shot of the subpar Scotch the casino provided. At one time in his degenerate life he would have insisted on only the best. Given his faithful patronage, the managers would have seen to it immediately. Plus they would have comped him a room and a meal, as well. Back in his Vegas days.
