Welcome to the book tour for Cursed Memory by River Ash. This beautiful novella is part one of a duet. Read on for more info!
Cursed Memory (Cursed Bloodlines #1)
Publication Date: January 17th, 2023
Genre: PNR/ Vampire Romance
Length: 65 pages
I remember the club. The pounding of the beat pulsing in my veins, the way my body moved with the music.
Then — nothing.
My memories are locked away in the dark corners of my mind, replaced by an insatiable hunger nothing can fill.
Until I found him.
I felt his presence before I saw him. My blood calls for this mysterious man whose darkness matches my own. Being near him sets my body on fire, making me ache for every touch… every taste. It’s as if my soul recognizes him, loosening my trapped memories. Each time a new one breaks free, I wonder if he holds the key to what I’ve lost, what I can’t remember. But everything comes with a price. I’m beginning to fear the cost of remembering all that I’ve done might be more than I can bear. What if the monster of this story… is me?
River Ash is a writer of paranormal romance novels. Her stories are filled with passion and fantasy and all have HEAs. Her latest book in the Cursed Bloodline world, “Cursed Memory” is out.
Her love for reading began when she was a young girl sneaking into the school library, and grow into adulthood.
When River’s not reading, she is writing passionate fantasy with romance twist. Or else, she can be found solving sudoku puzzles. River loves traveling, is obsessed with energy drinks, and has several relationships with fictional characters.
What do you do when the world feels awry and all that’s amiss continues to grow Where issues that seem to not exist in your world Suddenly flood your existence? Thoughts come like an avalanche to disrupt the quietude of life So much more could be so much worse yet it is your world and when is it okay to sit back and feel badly for yourself without it being self-pity? Is hopelessness the same as giving up? Where do we draw the line in this giant sandbox called life where each grain contains pleasure or pain, sometimes disappearing to the bottom of the pile, not big enough to hold on to not bright enough to see shining only sharp enough to rip our lives into too many pieces to handle.
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