Drenched and dazed, running through the night, she remembered nothing of her past. Not even her name. But she needed shelter from the storm, and she spotted her oasis: a backwoods cabin and a broad-shouldered, darkly sensual stranger. HELP ME FORGET Gruff Nick Vincetti generously took her in. Gently tended her by his fire. And slowly ignited a dangerous desire. For she dimly recalled a ring on her finger. Had she left a loved one behind? Would Nick help her remember? Could he help her forget? Because suddenly, desperately, she wanted no yesterdays. Only today, tomorrow and this beloved man.