Never Forget (Memories)

KINDLE EDITION
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    PUBLISHED BY:

    Emma Hart on Kindle
Never Forget (Memories, #1)
    Copyright © 2013 by Emma Hart

    New Adult Contemporary Romance - Intended for mature audiences 17+
    Sexual situations and strong language are used throughout.

    Also by Emma Hart:

    The Mauve Legacy Series
    A Magical History – Book 1
    Truth, Lies and Betrayal – Book 2
    The Beginning Of The End – Book 3
    Just A Pawn – Book 4
    Prophecy – Book 5
    Lily; The Witch Hunter – Books 1-4, Omnibus Edition

    Coming Soon in 2013:

    Unfulfilled – The Mauve Legacy Book 6

    New Adult Romance:

    The Love Game (The Game, #1)
    Always Remember (Memories, #2)

    Acknowledgements

    My partner, Darryl. Thank you for giving me silly suggestions and quotes that actually end up making sense. Not to mention your quirky speech that I somehow always end up using. Your book aversion is, as usual, laughed at by me. I don't know if you'll ever understand how involved in my worlds you actually are. I love you, Mr.

    Rachel Walter – my fabulous critique partner, beta reader, male MC swooner and ass kicker. Would this book be finished without you? Probably not. Thank you for loving Alec so much. I heart you muchly.

    My fabulous beta readers! Dani, Christina, Heather and Carey. Thank you for reading this and giving me your honest opinion – and of course, picking up on my * sigh * silly mistakes. Love always.

    Helen Boswell – because you are the best proof-reader. EVER. Enough said, lady. <3

    And to Rachel's mama, Kathie, for picking up the little things I overlooked before publication. Thank you! I slapped my forehead several times.

    All the bloggers that participated in the cover reveal for Never Forget. Thank you for taking the time to do so, and getting this book out there. Your enthusiasm was/is infectious, and no, I won't prescribe any medication to stop the spread!

    And, my readers. Your support of The Mauve Legacy meant I could write this book, and continue doing what I love. You're all awesome.

    Dedication

    To the Bond Girls and the Boss Man.
    You keep the crazy in my days, which, ironically, keeps me sane.
    This ones for you.

CHAPTER ONE

    ALEXIS

    WELCOME TO LILAC BAY.
    I purse my lips in aggravation. Of all the places to spend the summer, my parents have chosen here. My mother, the socialite, has chosen to spend her summer a million miles away from the designer boutiques on Oxford Street she covets. My father, the estate agent to the rich and famous, has chosen to spend his summer in a place where the houses barely hit the hundred thousand pound mark.
    Me, I've chosen to spend my summer at home.
    But at seventeen, I'm a minor. So my choices don't count.
    I turn the volume on my iPod down and pull an ear bud out as my mum waves for my attention.
    "We'll be there in ten minutes, Lexy. At least try and smile for Grammy. She's really looking forward to seeing you." Mum tries for a smile at my unrelenting angry face.
    "I'll smile for Grammy. Not for you." I reply and replace my ear bud, turning the volume up and looking back out of the window.
    The pavements are filled with the locals. Impatient toddlers cling to trouser legs as their parents stop to say hi to everyone. Teens gather on the corners, smoking and listening to music. Old people trudge down the streets, taking assistance from anyone who offers it, which, in this town, is easy to come by.
    There aren't any tourists. That's obvious. Lilac Bay is too out of the way to even get those during the summer. I haven't been here for five years but I still know every street, every turn, every corner. I know the way to the beach like the back of my hand, and I have a feeling that'll be a good thing this year.
    If I can't be in the city with my friends, the beach isn't a bad alternative. But why can't it be like, Spain or something?
    I love my Grammy, I really do, and I'm definitely looking forward to seeing her, but I just don't want to be here. Did I mention that? Of course I did. It's all my parents have heard from me for the last month. I begged them to let me stay with Jayna, my best friend, but they said no, of course.
    So I'm destined to two months of torture. No bars, no clubs, no friends.
    It's gonna be the worst summer on record. Ever.
    Under the salty smell of the sea, the distinct, unmistakeable scent of cow poo drifts to my nose. Of course, how could I forget that beautiful smell? Oh, good old Devon. It's always full of it. I wrinkle my face up and press the button to