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Review: The Memory of You by Jamie Beck

Published by Montlake Romance

The Memory of You by Jamie Beck “… was an emotional, and moving story filled with sexual chemistry, wonderful dialogue, and endearing characters that is not to be missed.” ~ Eileen *Full review, Excerpt and Giveaway below. Ends 11/25/18

When Steffi Lockwood returns to Sanctuary Sound to start over, she has no idea she’ll also get a second chance with her first love.

  The Memory of You

Steffi Lockwood has survived more than most. Recovering from an assault, she returns to her coastal Connecticut hometown to rebuild her life the best way she knows how: with her hands. But starting a remodeling business with one longtime friend puts her in the middle of a rift with another. Worse, being hired by her ex-boyfriend’s mother forces her to confront old regrets.

Public defender Ryan Quinn wasn’t shocked when his wife left him, but he was floored when she abandoned their daughter. With his finances up in the air, the newly single dad returns to his childhood home in Sanctuary Sound. The last person he expects, or wants, to see working on his family house is Steffi Lockwood—his first love who shattered his heart.

Although Steffi and Ryan are different people now, dormant feelings rekindle. But when Steffi’s secrets begins to surface, will it bring them together…or tear them apart for good?


Eileen’s Thoughts

WOW!!! I LOVED, LOVED, LOVED The Memory of You by the talented Jamie Beck, book one in her new Sanctuary Sound series. This second chance at a first love story takes a look at the struggles a person surviving a brutal attack at gun point endures. Ms. Beck tackled a difficult topic with sensitivity and this incredible story tugged at my heartstrings and emotions and is one of my top reads this year. Steffi and Ryan discovered way more about themselves as they reconnected after a decade and tried to rekindle the love they never loss for each other. I loved the parts Ryan’s daughter and mother played in this love story. Steffi and Ryan might have found love again, but after all that Steffi endured, they needed to approach it in a manner that would keep Steffi safe, secure, yet loved and wanted.

This wonderful and amazing story was an emotional, and moving story filled with sexual chemistry, wonderful dialogue, and endearing characters that is not to be missed. I totally loved these characters and didn’t want to put this book down. I highly recommend The Memory of You to other readers and look forward to Ms. Beck’s next book in this series.


The Memory of You~ Excerpt

“Emmy!” Ryan’s holler made its way outside before he did. He appeared, hair still damp from a shower, wearing khaki shorts and a formfitting gray T-shirt. He’d opted not to shave the little bit of stubble on his jaw. The shock of seeing him again, up close and personal, made every part of her body thrum. She held her breath, waiting to hear what else he would say. “What are you doing out here? I asked you to come help me unpack boxes after you finished cleaning the cookie mess.”

Emmy cocked her hip and crossed her arms. “I helped Miss Lockwood measure.” She gestured to the shingled wall. “We’re going to tear down this whole wall with a sledgehammer!”

Ryan slid Steffi a side-eye glare. “That doesn’t explain why you came out here in the first place.”

“She says you took her sailing, Dad,” Emmy replied, throwing the counselor’s interrogation offtrack. “Will you take me sailing?”

For a second, Ryan’s face paled. Steffi wondered if he was thinking of the picnics they’d packed, or the beer they’d sneaked, on the used 1980 Pearson 26—Knot So Fast—that Ryan’s dad had bought him for his sixteenth birthday. Eyeing his daughter, Ryan hitched his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the door. “March upstairs and shower. We can talk about sailing after you unpack your boxes.”

Emmy stomped her foot. Had she learned that from her mom, or did all little girls play that card? “You don’t have to yell.”

Ryan raised his arms from his sides. “I’m not yelling.”

Emmy tossed Steffi a “Can you believe this guy?” look, at which point Steffi gave up trying not to laugh at the tiny spitfire who would cause Ryan to gray prematurely.

Following a nonchalant shrug, Emmy sauntered inside, leaving Steffi alone with Ryan.

“What are you doing?” He peered at her with the same irritation he’d had when she’d accidentally bleached his soccer shirt. Funny how, despite the years and tears, his expressions were still so familiar.

“She came out here asking me questions about the past. What was I supposed to say?”

“How about ‘I’m sure your dad can answer that for you,’ or something like that?”

“I’m sorry, Ryan. I was being friendly. She’s got to be confused and lonely and scared.” She turned her palms upward in question. “I thought it’d be nice to give her some attention and make her feel helpful.”

He crossed his arms and stepped closer, lip curled. “On the surface, that does sound nice—thoughtful, even—until I remember that you’re great at making people feel like they matter to you, until they don’t. I don’t want my daughter getting attached to you when I know you’ll vanish from her life once you get bored.”

Although Steffi admired Ryan’s desire to protect Emmy, she also refused to be his dumping ground.

She pushed at his shoulder. “Enough already. I’ve apologized for the past. I’m not proud of how I acted back then, but I can’t change it, either. I was nineteen, for God’s sake. How about you at least give me a little break for being a stupid teenage girl who was in over her head? As for now, your mom hired me to do a job. I’ll be here every day for six to eight weeks, so I’m going to run into Emmy. I won’t go out of my way to involve her, but I also won’t ignore her if she comes to talk to me. If you don’t want to try to be my friend, that’s your choice, but that doesn’t give you the right to treat me like gum under your shoe. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to find your mom and say goodbye.”

She brushed past him before he could smack her with another hurtful retort.

Molly wasn’t in the kitchen or living room, so Steffi decided to text her a note and be on her way. Once she got outside, she found Molly weeding her flower beds surrounding the hydrangea bushes. “Oh, there you are. I’m done for today. I’ll work up a bid by tomorrow.”

Molly waved a hand. “Just a formality. And I’m not too worried. My mother left me some money when she died two years ago that’s itching to be put to use. The key is to get started right away.”

Steffi smiled, grateful that Molly didn’t hold a grudge. She welcomed the opportunity to rebuild some semblance of their old relationship, and she needed the work. On the other hand, her being here could make things very hard on Ryan. “Molly, I appreciate this chance, but I’m not sure my working here every day is something Ryan’s too jazzed about. Maybe I should recommend someone else for the job.”

Molly stood and removed her gardening gloves. “Nonsense. I love my son, but he’s got to learn to let go of things.”

“Like you managed to do?”

“Honey, you were a young girl. Young girls make lots of mistakes . . . this I know from experience.” She winked. “Some of us need to go far and wide before we find our way home. With a limited supply of old friends in our lifetime, it’s worth giving them a second chance, don’t you think?”

“Thank you for that.” Steffi nodded, although she’d pretty much blown any right to call Ryan a friend, and he surely didn’t see her as one. He didn’t trust her. Maybe he never would, but maybe she owed it to him to try, even if he rejected her. At the very least, that kind of penance might help her overcome lingering guilt about the way things had ended. “I’ll shoot you an estimate and some window options, and then we’ll go from there. Red oak floors for that space will cost a couple grand, plus labor. Do you want those, or do you want to use a seal over the flagstone floor?”

“I suppose there’s a certain charm to keeping the stone floor, and it never hurts to save a few dollars.”

Overhead, a window squeaked open, and Emmy pressed her face to the screen. “Memaw, can you help me unpack my boxes?”

Molly looked up, shading her eyes with one hand. “Close that window unless you want your room to turn into a sauna.”

“What’s a sauna?” Emmy bounced her nose off the screen a few times, apparently enjoying the springy sensation.

“Never mind. Just close the window. You’ll split that screen. I’ll be up in a minute.” Molly looked at Steffi once the window sash slammed shut. “I hope I’m not too old for all this. I love my son and Emmy, but there’s a reason women my age can’t have kids.”

“Good luck!” Steffi smiled, thinking she liked little Emmy Quinn a lot.

Sanctuary Sound Series

About Jamie Beck

National bestselling author Jamie Beck‘s realistic and heartwarming stories have sold more than two million copies. She is both a Booksellers’ Best Award and National Readers’ Choice Award finalist, and critics at Kirkus, Publishers Weekly, and Booklist have respectively called her work “smart,” “uplifting,” and “entertaining.” In addition to writing novels, she enjoys dancing around the kitchen while cooking and hitting the slopes in Vermont and Utah. Above all, she is a grateful wife and mother to a very patient, supportive family.

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Reviewer: Eileen is a retired high school teacher who has loved reading all of her life and goes everywhere with a book. She enjoys reading Contemporary Romance, Historical Romance, Romantic Comedy, Romantic Suspense, Women’s Literature, YA, NA, Fiction, Historical Fiction, and Cozy Mysteries. She likes strong heroines, hot heroes and a story that draws her in, not letting go until the last page is turned. She lives in Minnesota with her husband, pup, and near her four adult children.
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