Remember Me #MFRWsteam

Hello Everyone. I’m thrilled to join the Marketing for Romance Writers STEAM Blog hop. All writers on this hop write steamy romances and will be sharing excerpts from the books. You can reach them in the link provided at the bottom of this post.

I will be sharing an excerpt from my newly released erotic romance The Scent of Memory, Green Rising Book 2.

Blurb

Twelve years ago, Marisol lost Aren. Now he’s back – pointing a gun at her head and treating her like a stranger.

Rebel hacker, Marisol Martinez, never thought volunteering to keep the hospital safe from cyborgs would lead her back to the man sabotage ripped from her arms. The man she swore to avenge by any means possible.

For over a decade, Cap protected the cyborgs under his command from every danger. Until he meets an insurgent, whose scent wreaks havoc on his control. She calls him Aren and insists she knows him. But she’s wrong. He has no past, no present, no future – only orders he’s programmed to complete.

Forced together, Marisol and Cap can’t resist the passion that keeps building between them.  With time running out, Marisol must use her computer skills to restore Aren’s memories or Cap will kill all subversives on the planet – starting with her.

Excerpt

In the excerpt, Marisol and Cap have met, and Marisol is trying to jar Cap’s memories, to get him to remember her and his former life. More than that, she is learning just how much he has changed.

She grabbed the picture and shoved it into Aren’s hand.  “This is your work. You were brilliant.” Her voice cracked with sorrow.

“We are not programmed for art. It is considered a waste of time.” He placed the picture face down on the table without a glance, using his machine hand – the hand he used to draw.

            Marisol grabbed the edge of the bed for support. Her body soaked in sweat. Her knees wobbling like duckpins before they hit the alley floor. They hadn’t just stolen his body from her, they’d also stolen his soul. Her chest burned from a lack of air.

            No, the universe wasn’t this cruel. Bringing Aren back, and yet not. With her free hand, she wiped her eyes and nose.

            “Do you need a Doctor?  Your blood pressure is too high. Your oxygen intake too shallow.”

            She shook her head, still grasping the bed pole for dear life. The metal edges pinched her palm offering a welcome distraction from the emotional turmoil within.

            He sat down on the bed, by the headboard, away from her. His lips pursed in a scowl. Those lips she’d kissed more times than she could count. The lower one plumper with a nick at the left corner from a mushing accident. Aren used to sprout a thick beard shadow by midday that scratched at her cheeks, yet only tickled her thighs and her breasts when he loved her in more private places. She missed that mouth. She ached for that mouth. Slowly, so as not to alert him, she let go of the bed post, and drifted over to Aren, looking down on him.

            She lay her hands tenderly along his cheeks, cool to her caress. Even that had changed, Aren had had a high natural body temperature, a Nordikan genetic evolution. She touched her lips to his, gently, taking a long, slow taste. She swam in his musky scent and drank in his salt and spice taste, now tainted with iron.  Remember me, she thought at him, using her tongue to tease his upper lip.

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