Remembering US by Stacey Lynn – Blog Tour plus Giveaway

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Title: Remembering Us

Author: Stacey Lynn

Genre: New Adult Romance

Release Date: January 14, 2014

Hosted by: Love Between the Sheets Promotions


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My life was perfectly mapped out for me since before the day I was born. I followed it, begrudgingly, because it’s what was expected.

And then one day, everything changed.

I woke up.

Different. Independent. Free from all the rules that had surrounded me.

Only I have no idea how I got to where I am. I have no memory of graduating college. No memory of Adam, the boyfriend I live with.

He loves me. And I love him. At least that’s what everyone says.

Except when my memories return to me as dreams, I see a different man than the one everyone claims is perfect for me.

He terrifies me. He makes my heart race and he makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.

I have no idea if I want to welcome the emotional roller-coaster that his piercing brown eyes and messy black hair puts me on every time I get a glimpse of him, or if I want to run back to the safe shelter of the scripted life-plan that used to be mine.

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“I’m not helping you in order to get a date. I hear you have plenty.”

One side of lips twitches up. “I don’t date, Amy. I don’t need to.”

Right. Because Adam is sex on a stick and most of the girls on campus are willing to jump into his bed without being asked.

“Then you won’t be hurt when I tell you no. Again.”

“I may never recover.” His eyes darken and my belly does that flip-flop thing it’s been doing for the last few weeks when he brushes up against me. I blink, trying to clear my thoughts and regain my sanity, but when I do, Adam’s hand is no longer holding his pencil on the table. Instead, his hand is brushing away a lock of my brown hair and his hand rests on the back of my neck, playing with my hair and pulling me forward.

My breath hitches just as his lips are inches from me. I freeze, putting pressure on his hand to stop the forward movement.

His eyes sparkle in mischief.

“What are you doing?”

His tongue darts out, sucking lightly on his top lip, making it almost disappear. He laughs. “I’m going to kiss you, Ames. And then you’re going to finally agree to a date with me.”

“One kiss and I’ll be unable to resist you? Is that your plan?”

“Sounds like a good plan to me.”

I bet his kisses leave a girl gasping for breath and throwing her morals to the floor along with her clothes.



“So who was the girl?”

I stare at the ceiling, ignoring my therapist’s question. I hate this room. The walls are yellow but not a happy yellow. More like what I imagine baby poop looks like. And the chairs haven’t been updated since at least the sixties. By the time my sessions are done, the only thing that’s changed is the imprint of the scratchy fabric on the backs of my thighs.

Instead of answering the question, I count the ceiling tiles and multiply the rows. Ironic that I use math at a time like this when it was a math class that got me into all this trouble in the first place.

Reliving all these dreams every week is almost as exhausting as having them in the first place. Talking about them doesn’t make anything better.

“Adam?” Dr. Jamison has lost interest in my silence, again, and turns to him. She’s about fifty years old and her faded blonde hair that hangs down to her waist is always braided. She wears flowy, multi-colored hippy skirts and mismatched tops every time I see her. Sometimes I want to ask her if she has a joint, just to see what she says.

“Tina,” he says softly. I stare out the window at the playground that sits empty at the park across the street. “It was just Tina.”

“Who’s Tina?”

“She was a friend from home. We grew up next door to each other. She was in town that weekend visiting friends from our high school that went to college with me. That’s all.”

That’s all. It’s only two words, but they sound so condescending every time I hear them. It tells me that everything I’m either dreaming or remembering is made up or a half-truth of what the real life events actually were. It tells me that I’m being an idiot for believing them over my boyfriend who loves me. Or so I’ve been told.

Maybe I’d believe them if I remembered Adam at all.


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I know he’s following me, but I don’t stop. I grab my clutch and my cell phone from the table without missing a step. I get to the doorway that leads outside, when I suddenly see Brendan. He’s an asshole. He’s on the football team and thinks every guy should kiss his feet and every girl should suck his dick just because he can throw a ball made from a murdered pig. He’s hit on me more times than I count in the last two years.

Before I can think about what I’m doing, my hands are clasped behind his neck and his lips are mine. He grunts and his eyes fly wide open at first, but because he’s that big of a dick, he quickly takes control. His tongue pushes into my mouth and I have to swallow down the bile in my throat. He reeks of beer. I don’t care and I don’t let it stop me.

I can feel the first crack of heartache hit my chest as Brendan pulls me to him, his erection tight in his tuxedo pants.

“What the fuck!” Adam yells.

One second Brendan’s lips are on mine, and the next, I’m staring into Adam’s feral looking eyes. He’s pissed? I just caught him kissing the easiest girl on campus.



He stands up from the table and walks toward me in the kitchen. His nostrils flare and I know what he’s thinking about because I’m thinking the same thing. The way his touch felt like fire through my dress. The way I wanted him. The way I wanted his fingers to dig into my skin and pull me into him. God, I felt it all in my dream and even now standing in front of him, I don’t understand the physical pull he has on me.

Like I’m drawn to him, whether I want to be or not.

“Tell me what else you remembered, Amy. Tell me what happened in the dream before that part.”

About the Author


Amazon Bestselling Author
Just One Song and Just One Week
Don’t Lie to Me, released on July 15, 2013
Remembering Us – coming January, 2014

I am a wife, a mom, and a writer. I can often be found curled up on the couch with a good book, or obsessively eating Skittles in a very complicated and organized manner. No joke.

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