RITA Award Winning AuthorHE'D LOST HIS MEMORYHe appeared in the darkness like a dream – except that in Francesca Jones's dreams sexy strangers weren't naked and suffering from amnesia! Frankie couldn't resist a man in need, and this man needed her more than she knew. «Johnnie's» memory was gone, but he instinctively responded to Frankie's satin skin and gentle hands.Selflessly, she took him in and offered him her heart, but he had no right to love her. After all, what could he offer her in return when he didn't even know his real name?
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“Johnny, Don’t Kiss Me.”
Dear Reader,
Just a Memory Away. Helen R. Myers
HELEN R. MYERS
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Epilogue
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Boy, she’d all but stuck her whole leg in it that time. Frankie shot him an apologetic look. “Don’t worry. No doubt all you need is a good night’s rest.” Belatedly, however, she remembered having read somewhere that you weren’t supposed to let a concussion victim drift into too deep a sleep. She decided she would let the experts warn him about that when she finally got him to the hospital.
It took only another few minutes to reach her home. The Silver Duck was parked on the southwest boundary of Mr. Miller’s farm. Mr. Miller was a widower who owned several hundred acres bordering a creek that fed into the Trinity River. That creek also filled the stock pond where Frankie had parked her trailer. Her agreement with the oldtimer was that she watched over his southernmost boundary—he’d often been the victim of poachers and cattle rustlers—and in exchange, he let her tie into the utility box that he’d set up for a former ranch hand, who hadn’t stayed on.
