
Losing her memory might lead to finding happily ever after.

The young woman can’t help falling for her ruggedly handsome rescuer, who calls her Skye for her blue eyes. But her life goes into a tailspin when she is recognized as Lily Vanasche, fiancée of a popular TV news anchorman, and Colt is arrested for a series of crimes—including her abduction. After the real kidnapper leaves a death threat in Lily’s ransacked house, the clock starts ticking. Can she remember her past before it catches up with her?
Praise for The Woman with No Name:
Kelly Nelson writes sweet romance that tugs at your heartstrings. —Susan Hatler, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author
Snippet:
Colt frowned at what appeared to be the beginning of a bruise on
her face. “How did you get way out here?”
her face. “How did you get way out here?”
“I was . . . um . . .
This is so weird. I’m not sure.”
This is so weird. I’m not sure.”
She met his gaze, and
the confused look on her face turned to annoyance. “I thought you were leaving.
This is really none of your business.”
the confused look on her face turned to annoyance. “I thought you were leaving.
This is really none of your business.”
A gust of wind
threatened to steal the hat off Colt’s head, so he tugged the brim down lower.
“Not after the way my mama raised me. She’d tan my hide if I left you alone out
here. Let me help you get somewhere safe, and I promise I’ll be on my way. Now,
what’s your name?”
threatened to steal the hat off Colt’s head, so he tugged the brim down lower.
“Not after the way my mama raised me. She’d tan my hide if I left you alone out
here. Let me help you get somewhere safe, and I promise I’ll be on my way. Now,
what’s your name?”
The girl’s expression
softened as he mentioned his mama. “I’m . . . wait . . . I know my name,” she
said. It’s . . .” She shook her head once more, a frustrated huff escaping her
lips. “I can’t believe this. I don’t remember.”
softened as he mentioned his mama. “I’m . . . wait . . . I know my name,” she
said. It’s . . .” She shook her head once more, a frustrated huff escaping her
lips. “I can’t believe this. I don’t remember.”

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