Remember Me (Previously Costa del Lies) by Dawn Terry @sunrise71x @zooloo2008 #zooloosbooktours

About the Author:

Dawn Terry enjoys writing romantic thriller/suspense novels, in which she takes her readers to beautiful locations on an emotional rollercoaster ride of deep suspense and sensual fiery passion. She is the author of Deadly Escape and Remember Me (Previously titled Costa Del Lies).

Having worked in interior design, international stockbroking and banking, advertising, law, marketing and radio, Dawn has been personal assistant to some of the most senior men and women within their fields, and she’s had access to, and enjoyed partying in, some of the most exclusive and famous venues.

Dawn enjoys holidaying in idealistic locations and has travelled extensively around the world, using these life experiences as inspiration for her books. As well as living in her home country of England, she has lived in Spain and South America.

Currently Dawn lives in Bedfordshire with her family, and is working on novels set in the Balearic Islands, South America, Spain and USA.

Contact Dawn:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/dawnterry71xInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/dawnterry71x/Twitter: https://twitter.com/sunrise71x

Amazon UK : https://www.amazon.co.uk/Costa-Del-Lies-Dawn-Terry-ebook/dp/B08YNZJB48
Amazon US : https://www.amazon.com/Costa-Del-Lies-Dawn-Terry-ebook/dp/B08YNZJB48

About the Book:

Grab yourself a glass of Sangria and escape with the sexiest thriller of the Summer
Sun, Sea Sex & Lies

When Sergeant Michael Sanchez of the Costa Blanca Policia finally finishes a long night shift he didn’t expect to see a woman wandering the beach, soaked and disoriented. When she collapses in front of him from a head wound, he rushes her to hospital.

Helen Jones wakes up in hospital with the headache from hell and a hunky policeman watching her but absolutely no memory of who she is or why she’s been attacked. With only an ankle bracelet with the name Helen on, she has to find out what happened to her.

Read on for an extract of the book:

Thanking Juan, and bidding him ‘good night’, Sergeant Michael Sanchez finished his coffee and headed back to his car. As he reached for the door-handle he paused for a moment. Something in the distance had caught his eye. ‘Another drunk holidaymaker no doubt,’ Michael thought. But as he stood still, looking across the promenade, he sighed deeply; it was a shame to see someone in such a state. The woman was so drunk she couldn’t even walk straight, and her body swayed ragdoll-like from side to side.

He raised one dark eyebrow; and what a body that was! He watched as her tiny gold dress stuck to her curvy frame, barely reaching her slender mid-thighs, whilst the fabric clung to the swell of her hips and breasts like a second skin. Her hair fell around her shoulders messily, hanging over her face, obscuring any possibility of a view as she stumbled along. He watched as her hands grasped at her head, unsuccessfully trying to pull her hair out of the way.

Michael looked hard, trying to get a clear view of the woman’s face. But even if her hair hadn’t been hiding her, she was too far away. As her hands now grasped at the thin air, she looked more confused by the second. Completely disorientated. Turning her head from left to right, she tried to see as she clasped again at her hair.

He tutted, “Oh for fuck’s sake!” He could never understand why someone would be stupid enough to get into such a state; completely drunk, stumbling around with barely anything on, and in no fit state to look after herself. He raised his eyes skywards and grunted. ‘Drive away. Ignore her. It’s late, I’m tired and my shift’s done,’ he told himself, trying to pretend he hadn’t seen her; after all it wasn’t his business if she wanted to stumble around like a drunken lush! But something inside him wouldn’t let him do it. The policeman or his conscience? He didn’t know which. But whatever it was pulled him away from his car and he walked towards her. “Señorita!” he called out impatiently.

As he approached, Michael eyed the woman’s curvy legs. Following them down to her feet he noticed she wasn’t wearing shoes, and again he swore under his breath. This was getting worse by the minute! Then something inside him, instinct perhaps, sped him up just in time to see her body slump.