As promised, you will find a sneak preview of Your Memory Mine 2 posted below.  What can you expect from this book?  Well, in a word, MORE. You will find more body swaps, more action, more romance!  In addition, we find out the secret of why Dylan is so important, as he continues to grow and face new challenges as a young woman.

It’s a blast, and I expect to have it out by mid-February!

Sample:

Dylan, shorter, ran as hard as he could, but he found himself trailing behind Kisa, being pulled along behind her, glancing back in panic as they ran around a corner and down a cobblestone street lined by old houses with lead windows. Kisa looked around for someplace to hide, slowing her pace so Dylan could keep up.  They sprinted down the narrow road, Chris and Nicki appearing from around the corner, shouting, “Stop! Hey!”

Kisa pulled Dylan down another, even more narrow side street, surrounded on either side by tall buildings of brick.  “We’re going to be trapped!”  Dylan cried out.

“Just keep up!”  Kisa said.

Dylan was gasping for breath, struggling as his chest heaved.  He hadn’t been training at all since coming to New Hope, and his body was telling him so.  “I can’t,” he said, seeing stars.  “I’m going to pass out.”

They came to an open warehouse, the steel door raised, and Kisa pulled him into the darkness, weaving through machinery and cargo containers, finally pulling Dylan behind one of the big, corrugated steel containers, letting him sink to the ground, gasping for breath, breasts heaving.  Kisa remained on her feet, creeping to the edge of the container, squinting out into the darkness, trying to calm her own breath, glancing back to see Dylan there, hugging his knees to his chest, his cheeks and nose flush.  He looked so pretty, so vulnerable, and she felt a powerful surge of testosterone.  She had to protect him.  Their eyes met, his wide, afraid.  “You’ll be safe,” she said.  “I’ll protect you.”

Dylan felt something in him twinge, felt himself flood with warmth.  God, she was so strong!  So brave.  “I know,” he whispered in a soft voice full of tangled feelings.

“They came down this way,” Sasha said, his voice carrying in from the street.  “I saw.”

“I did, too, but not whether they ran in here.”

“They must have.   They couldn’t reach end of street so fast.”

“Maybe we should split up?  I’ll run down there.  See if I spot them?”

“Okay, then.”

Syria ran off down the alley.  Sasha moved into the warehouse, each of her booted footsteps echoing.  “I know you in here,” she sang.  “I can smell Dylan’s perfume.”

“Shit,” Dylan whispered.

Kisa held her finger to her lips, crept back to where Dylan huddled on the ground, put her arm around him.  “Don’t move.  Don’t talk,” she whispered.  Dylan nodded.

They heard Sasha moving about, then pause,  There was a clicking noise, and then Sasha whistled.  “Come out come out,” she said.   Then they heard another sound, steel on steel. A metallic click.  “Do you know that sound?  I put a bullet in chamber.  When I find you, I’ll kill Kisa. We don’t need her.  But, if Dylan surrenders, I let her live.  Don’t you want to save your friend, little girl?”

Dylan looked at Kisa, eyes filled with concern, fear.

Kisa pulled him to her, kissed him on the head. Nodded, asking him with her eyes, Trust me.

If you haven’t ready Book 1, read it now by clicking HERE!