I read an early copy of this book and I found it to be a total page turner!

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I Dream of Spiders

by Elle Keating

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Blurb:

The move to the remote town of Quarry Hill, Pennsylvania was supposed to help Griffin McGuire start over and forget the two people who betrayed him. As a paramedic at the local hospital, he would still have to interact with people, but the rest of the time he could hole himself away in the secluded cabin he was renting. It was perfect. For the first time in over a year, he felt like he could finally breathe.

That was until he met her.

A woman who doesn’t know her own name or why she was covered in blood and standing in the middle of the road when he found her. Griffin knows he should contact the police, but something is preventing him from going to the authorities. It doesn’t take long for him to realize that he was correct in trusting his instincts. Every time she falls asleep, she dreams and another memory is unlocked. Memories that are horrific and make him want to protect and hide her from the world.

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Excerpt:

For the past ten minutes I stood in front of Trent’s guest bathroom mirror and willed myself to remember. Why can’t I see my captors’ faces in my mind? Why are all the other pieces coming together but the most important ones? I grip the sink and blow a lock of hair out of my eyes, but it just falls back into my line of vision.

Why can’t you see them? You need to remember. For all our sakes.

I saw the look on Griffin’s face tonight when he came home from work. He’s tired of this waiting game. Waiting for my damn memory to return completely. Couple that with the demons he is fighting on a daily basis…the man’s at the end of his rope.

I let out a frustrated sigh and then brush my teeth. I hear my phone on the vanity ding as I spit and I look at the screen. What is it this time? An advertisement for erectile dysfunction medication or the secret to how to cure unwanted facial hair? I’m wrong on both accounts. I towel off my face, pick up my phone, and delete the email that promises I will lose twenty-five pounds in seven days.

Music suddenly erupts from the phone in my hand. I look down and notice that I accidentally hit my Pandora app. I hum along as Adele serenades me with her sultry voice, but then I realize I sound like a dying cat and I stop and pause the music. The house is again quiet and my mood plummets even more.

I wonder if Griffin read the note and ate the dinner I cooked him. I want to be pissed at him, be fucking furious over how he’s treated me the last two days. I’m still mad, but after Trent told me about Miranda and what she did to Griffin, I can’t bring myself to hate him. I definitely would have sworn off men and relationships too if the roles were reversed. Over bagels and cream cheese Trent made it clear that he thinks there’s hope for us, that Griffin will be able to let me in at some point, but I’m not so sure.

Hating the silence, I start surfing and end up choosing a classical channel. Something safe. One that won’t tempt me to listen to the words and think about Griffin. I step out of the bathroom and place my phone on the nightstand. I’m in the middle of turning down the comforter when I hear three quick knocks at the bedroom door. Since Trent’s at work, it can only be Griffin. Another round of knocks ensues, faster and harder, and I flinch.

Fearing that there’s something wrong, I whip open the door and find Griffin standing there with his fist in the air. “Sorry,” he says, immediately lowering his arm.

He’s showered and is dressed for bed. A white t-shirt stretches over his muscular chest and he’s wearing a pair of black lounge pants that hang low on his hips. As much as I want to stare at his gorgeous body, it’s his eyes I focus on. He doesn’t take the opportunity to look me up and down or notice that I’m not wearing a bra beneath my pink tank top. His tortured gaze remains above my chin during the awkward silence we have going on.

“What’s wrong, Griffin?”

“You were never a mistake.” His hands are shaking at his sides. I see him swallow hard and he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. I have never seen him look so nervous…or scared. “I just don’t know what I’m doing,” he says, his voice thick with something so raw that I’m brought to tears. I want to take him into my arms, kiss the tension away. I want to rid his mind of memories that still haunt him. I want to make her go away. But I don’t want him to hurt me again. He must sense my apprehension because he steps closer and says, “I know you’re not Miranda.”

I reach for his trembling hands and place them on the sides of my face. “I’m not her.”

His eyes darken. His breathing quickens. I feel his fingers curl to secure my face in his palms. And then his lips are sealed over mine. “I’m sorry, Clare,” he utters between kisses. “So fucking sorry.”

My arms encircle his neck and I press my body against his. He lets out a groan that has me fisting his hair and tugging him closer until I can feel his arousal through my thin boyshorts.

“Need you, Clare,” he growls. Griffin backs me into the room and kicks the door closed behind us. “Let me have you.”

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Author Info:

Elle Keating is the author of romance novels with sexy heroes and fierce females. Her first book, Thrill of the Chase (Dangerous Love, #1), was published by Forever Romance’s digital imprint, Forever Yours, in 2015. Cut to the Chase (Dangerous Love, #2) soon followed. Most recently, Elle self-published Wanting More (Dangerous Love, #3), Back to the Start (Dangerous Love, #4) Feels Like Falling (Dangerous Love, #5) and the standalone novel, Keeping His Commandments.

When Elle isn’t torturing her heroes and heroines (don’t worry, there’s always a happily ever after), she is a public school administrator and enjoys spending time with her husband and 3 children in New Jersey. For more on Elle and her books, visit ellekeating.com.

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