It’s impossible to describe how awesome I feel. I’m positive that I could climb Mount Everest, leap tall buildings in one bound, and run a marathon all at the same time. And then some.
“Amber?” Jax sounds as if he’s underwater. “Baby, ride the wave for me.”
Clasping my hand in his big warm one, he grins at me. His eyes appear comically large in his head and his hair takes on a life of its own. It looks like it’s waving from the top of his head.
“Wave…” I giggle as I watch his hair moving. When the waving of his hair becomes impossibly faster, dizziness grips me. My eyes begin to roll back in my head and that makes the grin slip from Jax’s face. He slaps me on the cheek. Hard. It stings and pulls me back to the present.
“Stay with me. We can’t afford to lose this progress.” Jax doesn’t sound as nice anymore. The compassion that normally tinges his tone has been replaced with a callous disregard for my drugged state.
“Tell me your name?” His terse question makes me frown. Jax knows my name. The relentless need that I feel to please him hits me. I answer in a rush, eager to stop the scowl that’s beginning to cross his face from taking shape.
“Amber Marie St George.”
Pulling my hand into his lap, he runs his thumb over my inner wrist. His tender touch increases my already erratic pulse and the cloud of desire that overpowers me every time he touches me takes over again.
“Good girl.” He rubs the thin skin on my wrist again. I clamp my thighs together in response.
“How does this make you feel, Amber Marie St George?”
“Horny.” I snicker at my honesty, the snicker becoming a full blown belly rumbling laugh when Jax joins in.
“That means it’s working, baby.”
The moment is lost when his voice becomes harsh and demanding as he throws questions at me, pausing only long enough for me to answer.
“How old are you?”
“Thirty.”
“Where do you live?”
“Here.”
“Who do you live with?”
“You.”
“How long have we been together?”
“Since I finished high school.”
“Where do you work?”
“At the Montgomery State School.”
“WRONG!” Jax bellows at me, throwing my hand away from him. I shrink back into the settee, quaking in fear. “Belinda. Come here.”
Nurse Belinda moves out of the shadows where she’s been sitting quietly since we entered the office. As she comes toward me, a memory breaks free.
A big, strong looking man with sandy brown hair and kind eyes is reaching for me, jokingly pleading with me to come with him but I’m refusing. Laughing as I tell him I’m too busy for that now and that I’ll see him after work, I turn my back and walk away from him. When he heads off in the opposite direction, I spin on my heel and run after him, jumping on his back and wrapping my arms around his neck. Planting a kiss on his cheek, I whisper in his ear…
“I love you Xander.” The words tumble from my mouth, causing Belinda to freeze and Jax to turn red with rage.
“What did you say?” He’s apoplectic, a vein pulsing in his forehead as he reaches for me.
Grabbing me by the front of my shirt, he leans into me. My head lolls as the drug in my system impedes my ability to control my extremities. “Mention him again and I’ll double the dose. I’m taking it easy on you. If I wanted, I could make you a vegetable and rebuild you from there. Do not test me, Amber.” Throwing me back into the seat, he stalks over to his desk and grabs another syringe.
“Hold her.”
Belinda snatches my arm, holding it straight. It’s futile to fight her grip but I try. Jax curses me, pushing me onto my back and straddling my waist as she wrestles me for control of my arm. I scream and struggle, but it doesn’t help. I feel the tell-tale prick of the needle as he propels the insidious drug into my unwilling body once again.
When the new dose meets the remnants already flowing through my bloodstream, the light headedness and nausea engulfs me. My eyesight dims, black spots dominating as my eyelids flutter open and shut.
“Get the electro wand, Belinda. Maybe another shock treatment will fix her. It worked yesterday, she was the best she’s ever been this morning.” Jax’s words spin around my head, scaring me to death. I want to protest. I want to defend myself, but despite my best efforts I can’t beat back the impending darkness that’s stealing my consciousness.
AMNESIA
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
For me, this is always the hardest part of releasing a book. I’m always scared I’m going to miss someone.
First up (as always), are my gorgeous husband and kids. Without you guys, my creative process would be a lot smoother and quicker. It’d also be a lot more boring and lonely. Love you guys <3
My dad is up next. Thanks for being you—and nothing like Beast, haha. Yes, I will get the paperback to you ASAP. I know you’re hanging out to see what happens next #MyNumberOneShamrocksGroupie
Abbey. What can I say? You keep me sane <3
My betas. Love you girls. Thank you so much for clearing your schedule for me once again.
Rose. Thank you so much for proofreading. Extra thanks for dealing with my erratic schedule.
Judi. Thank you for another cover xx
Three Days Grace. Just in case you ever stumble across my book (approximate chances of that happening are minute but a girl can live in hope). The last 30,000 words of this story only happened because of your music. “Human” encompassed every emotion I was putting my characters through at the time so cheers for that.
An honourable mention goes to Lili St. Germain. She told me to write the book I wanted to write. Any and all complaints can be directed in her direction because I took that advice and ran with it.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Kylie Hillman is an Australian author.
Wife to a Harley-riding, boating and fishing, four-wheel driving, quintessential Aussie bloke.
Mum to two crazy, adorable, and creative kids.
Crohn's Disease sufferer and awareness campaigner.
She’s also an avid tea drinker, a connoisseur of 80s/90s rock music, and is known for lacing everything she says with sarcasm and inappropriate innuendo.
Formerly working in finance, she was forced to reevaluate her plans for her life when severe Crohn's Disease brought her corporate career to a screeching halt. Restarting her childhood hobbies of writing and reading to alleviate the monotony of being sick and housebound, she found her calling, and is enjoying life to the max. A typical day is spent in the "real" world where she hangs out with her awesome family and "book" world where she gets to chill with her fictional characters.
Kylie writes the books she wants to read. A lover of strong men who aren't perfect and aren't afraid to admit it, straight talking women who embrace their vulnerabilities, and real life gritty stories, she hopes these themes shine through her writing. An avid reader of all genres, Kylie hopes to release books that keep the reader on the edge of their seat—be it with suspense, heart-stopping thrills, or laughter.
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