Repeat by Kylie Scott-Review & Excerpt Tour
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ABOUT THE BOOK: Release Date April 7, 2019.
When a vicious attack leaves 25-year-old Clementine Johns with no memory, she’s forced to start over. Now she has to figure out who she was and why she made the choices she did – which includes leaving the supposed love of her life, tattoo artist Ed Larsen, only a month before.
Ed can hardly believe it when his ex shows up at his tattoo parlor with no memory of their past, asking about the breakup that nearly destroyed him. The last thing he needs is more heartache, but he can’t seem to let her go again. Should they walk away for good, or does their love deserve a repeat performance?
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REVIEW: REPEAT by Kylie Scott is a contemporary, adult, stand alone, erotic romance story line focusing on twenty-five year old Clementine Johns, and tattoo artist Ed Larsen.
NOTE: REPEAT was originally released as an audio book before releasing in paper/ebook format.
Told from first person point of view (Clementine Johns) REPEAT follows in the days and weeks following a vicious attack against our story line heroine, an attack that has left her with traumatic retrograde amnesia, leaving her with no memory of events, people or history. Not recognizing her own tattoo or the artist who drew it, our heroine is directed to a local tattoo shop where she will come face to face with a past she doesn’t remember. Enter tattoo artist Ed Larsen, and the man with whom Clementine was once in love. What ensues is the rekindling romance and relationship between Clem and Ed, and the potential fall-out as Ed struggles with what was and what will never be.
Clementine Johns broke Ed Larsen’s heart but our heroine has no idea as to the who, what, how or why, only the bits and pieces of information fed to her by people she doesn’t remember including the man with whom she was once in love. Ed Larsen struggles to move on from the devastating break up that all but destroyed his faith in love but seeing Clementine Johns, a shell of her former self, broke something in our hero, something that forces Ed to reconsider his relationship, and the history, with our story line heroine.
The relationship between Ed and Clementine is one of second chances but struggles in the face of past accusations and former behavior; a rekindling romance that focuses on the here and now, as our heroine is unable to remember anything about the past. The $ex scenes are intimate, erotic and passionate, without the use of over the top, sexually graphic language and text.
We are introduced to Clementine’s sister, police officer Frances Johns, and Ed’s brother Leif Larsen, as well as Ed’s co-workers and employees: receptionist Shannon, and fellow artists Tessa and Nevin; and Clementine’s boss Iris. Here’s hoping the author has plans for Leif, and Frances’ story lines.
REPEAT is a story of one woman’s struggle to overcome the past: the hatred and guilt that directly affect her ability to move forward, and the never ending battle to stop herself from falling in love with a man whose heart she broken. The premise is intriguing and entertaining; the romance is heart breaking and captivating; the characters are broken, colorful and energetic.
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Reviewed by Sandy
I sit on the opposite side of the booth, inspecting the cocktail menu. It’s as gross and sticky as the table.“Can I get you guys something else?” asks the waiter with a practiced smile.
“I’ll have a piña colada.”
“You hate coconut,” Ed Larsen informs me, slumped back in his seat.
“Oh.”
“Try a margarita.”
“What he said,” I tell the waiter, who presumably thinks we have some kinky dom-sub thing going on.
Ed orders another lite beer, watching me the entire time. I don’t know if his blatant examination is better or worse than my sister’s furtive looks. He’d suggested going back to his place to talk. I declined. I don’t know the guy, and it didn’t feel safe. So instead we came here. The bar is dark and mostly empty, given it’s the middle of the afternoon, but at least it’s public.
“How old are you?” I ask.
In response, he pulls his wallet out of his back pocket and passes me his driver’s license.
“Thank you.” Information is good. More definites. “You’re seven years older than me.”
“Yeah.”
“How serious were we? Did we stay together for long?”
He licks his lips, turns away. “Don’t you have someone else you can ask about all this? Your sister?”
I just look at him.
He frowns, but then sighs. “We saw each other for about half a year before moving in together. That lasted eight months.”
“Pretty serious.”
“If you say so.” His face isn’t happy. But I need to know.
“Did I cheat on you?”
Now the frown comes with a glare.
Despite his don’t-fuck-with-me vibes, it’s hard not to smile. The man is blessed in the DNA department. He’s so pretty. Masculine pretty. I’m not used to being attracted to people, and he’s giving me a heart-beating-harder, tingles-in-the-pants kind of sensation, which is a lot new and a little overwhelming. Makes me want to giggle and flip my hair at him like some vapid idiot.
But I don’t. “It’s just that I’m getting some distinct vibes that somehow I’m the bad guy in all this.”
“No, you didn’t cheat on me,” he growls. “And I didn’t cheat on you either, no matter what you might have thought.”
My brows jump. “Huh. So that’s why we broke up?”
“This is fucked. Actually, it was fucked the first time.” He turns away and finishes the last of his beer. “Jesus.”
I just keep quiet, waiting.
“You have no memories, no feelings about me whatsoever?”
“No, nothing.”
A muscle jumps in his jaw, his hands sitting fisted on the table.
“It’s called traumatic retrograde amnesia,” I say, trying to explain. “What they call my ‘episodic memory’ is gone—all my memories of events and people and history. Personal facts. But I can still make a cup of coffee, read a book, or drive a car. Stuff like that. Things that were done repetitively, you know? Not that I’m allowed to drive at the moment. My car’s sitting outside my sister’s house gathering dust. They said to give it some time before I got behind the wheel again, make sure I’m okay. Also, apparently the part of my brain in charge of inhibitions and social restrictors, et cetera, is a bit messed up, so I don’t always react right, or at least not necessarily how you’d expect me to behave based on previous me.”
“Previous you?”
I shrug. “It’s as good a label for her as any.”
“She’s you. You’re her.”
“Maybe. But she’s still a complete stranger to me.”
“Christ,” he mutters.
This is awkward. “I’m upsetting you. I’m sorry. But there are things I need to know, and I’m hoping you can help me out with some of them.”
Kylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013 & 2014, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet. You can learn more about Kylie from http://www.kylie-scott.com/
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