Blog Tour: Repeat: Kylie Scott

by - Monday, April 08, 2019

Repeat
Kylie Scott
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Release Date April 7, 2019

From New York Times bestselling author Kylie Scott comes an irresistible new romance. 

When a vicious attack leaves 25-year-old Clementine Johns with no memory, she's forced to start over. Now she has to figure out who she was and why she made the choices she did - which includes leaving the supposed love of her life, tattoo artist Ed Larsen, only a month before. 

Ed can hardly believe it when his ex shows up at his tattoo parlor with no memory of their past, asking about the breakup that nearly destroyed him. The last thing he needs is more heartache, but he can't seem to let her go again. Should they walk away for good, or does their love deserve a repeat performance?

I liked the unique premise of this book. A girl shows up at her ex boyfriend's workplace with no memory of him, or why she broke up with him before she lost her memory.

Clementine Johns is just looking for answers and people and events to grasp onto after losing her memory. Ed Larsen is initially shocked, then angry and hurt seeing her again. He is a handsome, tattoo artist who clearly loved her, but was also destroyed by her. But even though he still has negative feelings, he is also still protective. Clem also has lost some of her inhibitions and filter, making her more open and communicative than she was previously.

This is the story of a woman caught between her old self and burgeoning new self. Some things just do not feel right to her now. She has had a few personality changes. She questions some things about her former self. All she can do is get information from those around her like her overprotective sister, Ed, and his friends.

So this is about her finding her voice, her new self, and place in the world. It is also about a couple who broke up under mysterious circumstances, but also had some minor problems they were aware of. And about bridging the gap between what was and what still could be. I loved seeing Ed's guard start to come down again and Clem trying to show him her own new feelings.

This is a sweet, sexy, angsty, second-chance romance with an underlying mystery and suspense component. I will admit I figured out early on. I also had some issues with a few plot points, and the ending also seemed a bit rushed to me. But I loved Ed, even when he was angry and resistant, because I just knew it was because she hurt him so bad. Even when he was still confused, his big heart made him self sacrificing and protective. I liked Clem as she began to find herself, but sometimes I questioned her choices. But overall, I liked them together and their story about not repeating the same mistakes. They really did have opportunities for growth both personally and as a couple, and I liked seeing them work through the process. They had great chemistry and a connection that would not disappear, but they also had to reestablish trust, overcome fears and insecurities, and find a new normal. 

 I received this book for free from the author in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
Clementine Johns has no memory of her life before the accident and no memory of the attack that sparked her amnesia. In her search for who she is and who she was, she winds up in the tattoo shop of her ex boyfriend. She doesn’t remember him, or why they broke up, but she hopes he can answer some questions about who she was so she can move forward.

Ed had his heart broken, but he can’t just ignore Clementine when she comes to him asking questions. He loved her, and though she broke his heart, he doesn’t like the lost look she has now.

This story pulled me in from the beginning. I can’t imagine having to figure out who I am from scratch, so watching a character go through those emotions and experiences is intriguing. Clementine was so determined to find herself. When the answers she got about who she was didn’t fit with who she thought she was, she wasn’t afraid to keep going with what felt right, even if it didn’t fit with who she used to be.

I loved the emotion from Ed and the way that even though he was angry and hurt, he was also still protective of Clementine. He was such a good guy that he was willing to feel the hurt in order to help Clementine find her new footing.

Clem may not be the same woman she was, but the chemistry between them is stronger than ever. They have a lot of rebuilding to do though, with personal exploration and trust issues to overcome. This was a unique story of rediscovery, a sort of second chance with a twist. I enjoyed the ups and downs as Ed and Clem weight the idea of trying again, especially as a suspense angle joins the plot.

I received this audio book through the Audible Originals program, but also received an ecopy for free from the author in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review. 




“Amnesia,” he mutters for about the hundredth time. Usually, ‘fuck’, ‘shit’, or some blasphemy follows that statement. This time, however, there’s nothing. Maybe he’s finally getting used to the idea.
I sit on the opposite side of the booth, inspecting the cocktail menu. It’s as gross and sticky as the table.
“Can I get you guys something else?” asks the waiter with a practiced smile.
“I’ll have a piña colada.”
“You hate coconut,” Ed Larsen informs me, slumped back in his seat.
“Oh.”
“Try a margarita.”
“What he said,” I tell the waiter, who presumably thinks we have some kinky dom-sub thing going on.
Ed orders another lite beer, watching me the entire time. I don’t know if his blatant examination is better or worse than my sister’s furtive looks. He’d suggested going back to his place to talk. I declined. I don’t know the guy, and it didn’t feel safe. So instead we came here. The bar is dark and mostly empty, given it’s the middle of the afternoon, but at least it’s public.
“How old are you?” I ask.
In response, he pulls his wallet out of his back pocket and passes me his driver’s license.
“Thank you.” Information is good. More definites. “You’re seven years older than me.”
“Yeah.”
“How serious were we? Did we stay together for long?”
He licks his lips, turns away. “Don’t you have someone else you can ask about all this? Your sister?”
I just look at him.
He frowns, but then sighs. “We saw each other for about half a year before moving in together. That lasted eight months.”
“Pretty serious.”
“If you say so.” His face isn’t happy. But I need to know.
“Did I cheat on you?”
Now the frown comes with a glare.
Despite his don’t-fuck-with-me vibes, it’s hard not to smile. The man is blessed in the DNA department. He’s so pretty. Masculine pretty. I’m not used to being attracted to people, and he’s giving me a heart-beating-harder, tingles-in-the-pants kind of sensation, which is a lot new and a little overwhelming. Makes me want to giggle and flip my hair at him like some vapid idiot.
But I don’t. “It’s just that I’m getting some distinct vibes that somehow I’m the bad guy in all this.”
“No, you didn’t cheat on me,” he growls. “And I didn’t cheat on you either, no matter what you might have thought.”
My brows jump. “Huh. So that’s why we broke up?”
“This is fucked. Actually, it was fucked the first time.” He turns away and finishes the last of his beer. “Jesus.”
I just keep quiet, waiting.
“You have no memories, no feelings about me whatsoever?”
“No, nothing.”
A muscle jumps in his jaw, his hands sitting fisted on the table.
“It’s called traumatic retrograde amnesia,” I say, trying to explain. “What they call my ‘episodic memory’ is gone—all my memories of events and people and history. Personal facts. But I can still make a cup of coffee, read a book, or drive a car. Stuff like that. Things that were done repetitively, you know? Not that I’m allowed to drive at the moment. My car’s sitting outside my sister’s house gathering dust. They said to give it some time before I got behind the wheel again, make sure I’m okay. Also, apparently the part of my brain in charge of inhibitions and social restrictors, et cetera, is a bit messed up, so I don’t always react right, or at least not necessarily how you’d expect me to behave based on previous me.”
“Previous you?”
I shrug. “It’s as good a label for her as any.”
“She’s you. You’re her.”
“Maybe. But she’s still a complete stranger to me.”
“Christ,” he mutters.
This is awkward. “I’m upsetting you. I’m sorry. But there are things I need to know, and I’m hoping you can help me out with some of them.”
Kylie Scott 
New York Times and USA Today Best Selling Author - Kylie is a long time fan of love stories, rock n roll, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia, she reads, writes, and never dithers around on the internet.

You can learn more about Kylie from http://www.kyliescott.com/


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