More Than Memories: A Second Chance Standalone

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If you’re my real dad, shouldn’t I call you that and not your name?” Her words stop every thought in my head, and I stare. I stare at her, knowing I heard exactly what I did but not believing them. She knows I’m her father. She finally knows after almost a month of wanting to tell her. She knows. But how does she know? “I don’t have to,” she says way too fast. Another fantastic book. This duet is fantastic. This book follows the older brother Shane to Shawn from the first book. Her parents had other plans for her that I wasn’t supposed to be a part of. They used her amnesia to steal her from me, her friends, the life she wanted, the future we had planned. I know you do.” She shoots to her toes to kiss me once more. “Now, go. I need to go find the other kid and dump her in a tub or maybe just the bed and bathe her tomorrow.”

I live in Mississippi with my husband, son, and Bull Terrier, Xena. I love to hear from readers so if you connect with me on social media or meet me at a signing you can call me Nancy.SHANE BRADEN Memories are never forgotten. Or so it’s said, but she did. She forgot herself, me–us. She forgot everything. One day I woke up and there was only pain. This pain so fierce that I can’t overcome it alone. My heart was ripped out of my chest. I’m surviving, but barely. Not even the physical outlet I seek, to purge the torment of remembering the one I can’t let go, helps anymore. In all of his agony, what if the worst of his pain has yet to be expelled? A secret that could have changed everything . . . had he known. WHITNEY LANE Every day that I wake up I’m in a fog. Before ten years ago I feel like I didn’t exist. Everything I knew had been erased. Some days I wish I had bad memories because even those would be better than none at all. Instead, I feel like I’m a character in a storybook, merely acting a role. I don’t know why, but none of it feels real. That’s crazy. Right? Still, I can’t shake the feeling that everyone is hiding something from me. Even the man that lies next to me at night feels like a stranger. I just want to feel like I belong in my own skin. Everything in her life feels borrowed, but that’s a secret better left unspoken. More Than Memories by N.E. Henderson – eBook Details They’re going to hurt. At least at first and until you get your fingers used to the guitar. Feel mine.” I open my palm, moving it forward in her direction.

Angel,” Mom says as she settles on my dad’s lap. “Of course we do. Besides, any excuse I can find to spend more time with my granddaughters, you better bet I’m going to use it.” Yeah, he’ll make a good father, and hell, how could he not? Our dad is there for us during the easiest of times and the hardest. Just think about it. You don’t have to decide today or tomorrow, but you do need something solid for your family.” Memories are never forgotten. Or so it’s said, but she did. She forgot herself, me—us. She forgot everything. One day I woke up and there was only pain. This pain so fierce that I can’t overcome it alone. My heart was ripped out of my chest. I’m surviving, but barely. Not even the physical outlet I seek, to purge the torment of remembering the one I can’t let go, helps anymore.When she takes the instrument, I grin proudly as she positions it on her lap and her hands on the guitar just as I’ve taught her. Nel primo romanzo ero stata particolarmente infastidita dalla troppa narrazione, mentre in questo romanzo l'autrice ha sfoltito parecchio – brava! La storia di Shane e Whitney è stata profonda e toccante – e alla fine c'è stato anche quel pizzico di suspense che non ha guastato e mi ha fatto stare sulle spine :D How the hell did she find out? And why isn’t she freaking out? If I’d just found out my dad wasn’t my dad and someone else was, I’d lose it. Nine, Ten, Twenty, doesn’t matter. I’d lose my shit. Und die Kinder werden auch einfach in die Beziehung geschmissen und an - für die Kinder - fremde Menschen gegeben als wär‘s nichts. Egal, dass sie die Leute nicht kennen, denn immerhin war Mama ja vor Jahren mit denen befreundet.

Of course, the two lost soulmates aren't being kept away by fate, but rather by intervening parents and a man who hides his obsession a little too well. It's a story about wealth and expectations and neither has room for true love. Whitney and Shane have an unlikely opportunity to be together every day, but it's driven by Whitney's obsessive husband and the need to protect Whitney and her children rather than by romance. The reader can feel the connection between the two, but we're gifted with a view of the dark and suspenseful reality thanks to Henderson's writing. We get to see that things aren't just happy, as Whitney's husband's texts increase and as one of her daughters begins to fear her visits. Henderson makes the story feel real, like you too are constantly on the look out for when someone will burst in and take the dream away. Or so it’s said, but she did. She forgot herself, me, and us. She forgot everything. One day I woke up and there was only pain. This pain is so fierce that I can’t overcome it alone. My heart was ripped from my chest and I’m surviving, but barely. Not even the physical outlet I seek to purge the torment of remembering the one I can’t let go helps anymore. Before ten years ago I feel like I didn’t exist. Everything I ever knew had been erased. Some days I wish I had bad memories because even those are better than none at all. Instead, I feel like I’m a character in a storybook, merely acting a role. I don’t know why, but none of it feels real. That’s crazy, right? Still, I can’t shake the feeling that everyone is hiding something from me. Even the man that lies next to me at night sometimes feels like a stranger. I just want to feel like I belong in my own life.I know you’ve already been accepted into the fellowship program, but have you considered with everything that’s happened, maybe it’s too much to take on right now?” He holds up his hand before I get a chance to say anything. “Just hear me out.” We stare at each other for a few seconds before I nod for him to continue. “What about coming home for a year or two? Peds is where your heart is. I get that, just as it is for your mom. Go into general practice instead of the surgical fellowship. Just for now, what about joining your mom’s practice when you complete your residency in June?” Is there anything you want to ask me?” She just shakes her head. “You know this means Emersyn’s dad isn’t yours. He was never your father. You know this?” She was mine longer than she’s ever known. She was mine from the start. I’ve just never told her that until a few minutes ago.