Lynette Eason - Holiday Amnesia

With no memory, who can she trust?

A deadly Christmas in Wrangler’s Corner

Robin Hardy survived an explosion in her university lab—but her memories are gone. With danger lurking behind every Christmas tree, she needs shelter from the attackers she can’t identify. She’ll trust fellow professor Toby Potter to safely hide her away. But when his secrets come between them, the truth could mean the difference between life and death this holiday season.

LYNETTE EASONis a bestselling, award-winning author who makes her home in South Carolina with her husband and two teenage children. She enjoys traveling, spending time with her family and teaching at various writing conferences around the country. She is a member of Romance Writers of America and American Christian Fiction Writers. Lynette can often be found online interacting with her readers. You can find her at Facebook.com/lynette.easonand on Twitter, @lynetteeason.

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Holiday Amnesia

Lynette Eason

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ISBN: 978-1-474-08655-4

HOLIDAY AMNESIA

© 2018 Lynette Eason

Published in Great Britain 2018

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“Who are you?”

“Look at me.”

She did. Familiarity flashed, but no name came with it. “Who are you?”

He blanched. “I’m Toby, Robin. Toby Potter.”

“I...I’m scared. Why am I scared?” Tremors shook her, and Toby’s look of concern deepened.

“Someone tried to kill you,” he said.

She blinked. “Who?”

“I don’t know. I was hoping you could tell me.”

Robin raised a hand to her head. “I...can’t think. Everything’s a jumble. Why can’t I remember? You’re acting like I should know you. But I don’t!” Panic clawed at her.

His warm hands gripped hers. “It’s okay. Sh...” He pulled her to him and for some reason she let him. She needed to believe him. “Give it some time, and it’ll all come back to you. But for now, let’s head to the hospital. You ready?”

“I’m ready.” Ready for what, she wasn’t exactly sure, but Toby seemed to know what he was doing. And for now, that was going to have to be enough.

Dear Reader,

Thank you for once again journeying with me to Wrangler’s Corner. I loved Toby from the moment I met him in Protecting Her Daughter . I had no idea he would make such a big deal out of having his own story—and his own woman—but he did.

It was a pleasure to see him come to life and learn to love. Neither he nor Robin had an easy childhood, but they rose above it and became two people who appreciated having a happily-ever-after so much more because of it.

I hope that if you’re going through any struggles or difficulties, you allow it to make you stronger. Keep pressing on because soon you’ll find yourself on the other side of it.

Again, I hope you enjoyed the story. Feel free to let me know at facebook.com/lynette.easonor visit my website at lynetteeason.comto sign up for my newsletter and stay in touch.

God bless,

Lynette

According to thy mercy remember thou me for thy goodness’ sake, O Lord.

—Psalms 25:7

To all of the readers who buy my books. I appreciate you so much!

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

About the Author

Booklist

Title Page

Copyright

Introduction

Dear Reader

Bible Verse

Dedication

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

EIGHT

NINE

TEN

ELEVEN

TWELVE

THIRTEEN

FOURTEEN

FIFTEEN

SIXTEEN

SEVENTEEN

Extract

About the Publisher

Dr. Robin Hardy looked up from her microscope and frowned when the voices reached her over the Christmas music she had playing softly through the one earbud she wore. She never wore two when working just in case someone needed her attention. A habit she’d developed after being scared out of her skin by coworkers tapping her on the shoulder.

Some people played only music. She liked the radio app and the commentary that came with it. And she’d hoped the cheery tunes and upbeat voices would lighten the heaviness in her heart.

So far it hadn’t worked.

A part-time professor at the Middle Tennessee State University, she spent the majority of her time teaching virology research to eager young minds.

The rest of the time—too much time, some might say—she worked in the lab along with several other scientists. None of whom were on the schedule to be here tonight. She’d come because she’d craved something to take her mind off the fact that she’d been betrayed by someone she’d considered a good friend. With the potential to be something more.