The Truth About Amber

Six years ago, someone bashed in my skull and left me for dead. But I'm not dead. I also don't remember who attacked me or why.

My therapists say that's why I feel compelled to work on cold cases and solve long-forgotten mysteries.

Working on one of these cases, I meet a tall, dark and handsome stranger. You know the kind your mother warns you about.

He says that he knows who I am and that he's willing to share that information with me—for a price that I might not be willing to pay.

This is a dark romance.