Free Forget Me When the Sun Goes Down (Forged Bloodlines Book 11) by Lisa Olsen

laughter, triggering a flash of memory for him. 
    They lay in bed, fully clothed, but intimately pressed together. 
    “No more hunks.” 
    “Hunks?” Anja blinked, a lopsided smile stretching her lips.
    “They don’t say that anymore, do they?” he winced.
    “No,” she snickered, a full throated laugh soon following.  “No more hunks, I promise.” Anja dissolved into a fit of uncontrollable giggles.
    “I’ll give you something to laugh about,” Bishop growled, rolling her beneath him, fingers brushing against the tender flesh at her side.  Her hands immediately clapped over his, eyes widening as she sputtered to get out the words to make him stop.  Bishop easily held Anja’s arms over her head with one hand, pinning her body with his.
    “I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I promise,” she squeaked, wriggling beneath him, driving him mad with want from the feel of her body against his.
    Unable to resist, Bishop covered her mouth with his in a long, deep kiss.  Anja instantly calmed, giving up the struggle to entwine her legs with his as the kiss turned carnal.  Her mouth was another world, promising dark delights to be had, and Bishop let go of her hands, desperate to feel them on his skin.  This time when his hand dipped to her side, it was not to tease but to tempt as he slipped under her shirt to stroke her petal soft skin. 
    Bishop stared at Anja’s good natured smile, shocked to find his body reacting to the memory of her beneath him.  They’d been in bed together, clothed, but not for much longer if he’d read her reactions correctly.  When had that happened?  And did Carys know about it?  His eyes darted to his fiancée guiltily, relieved to find her bending the lamp Aubrey had mangled back into shape.  But Rob, the expression on his face was anything but friendly, and Bishop looked away, suddenly guilty as hell for no reason.
    The question was – had Anja remembered anything intimate about him?  No, that shouldn’t be the question, he chastised himself.  He had a perfectly good woman who loved and adored him – even if she was making cow eyes at Aubrey while they bested each other with feats of strength. 
    Maybe he should...
    “Great googly moogly,” Anja cried out, her jaw dropping, interrupting Bishop’s train of thought.  Following her line of sight, his eyes widened as he was treated to the sight of bare buttocks in the firelight.  Their naked sleeping friend was awake.

Chapter Nine
     
    The firelight displayed his various attributes to advantage, painting over the bulge of muscle and sinew that made a tantalizing picture.  Michelangelo could’ve made a career out of sculpting him.  It was kind of like a train wreck.  I knew I wasn’t supposed to look at it, but I couldn’t look away either as the golden giant stretched mightily and turned around to face us.
    Unconcerned with his nudity, his brows drew together in confusion as his gaze roamed over each one of us, coming up at a loss.  “Where am I?” he asked, his voice deep and strong, with a Nordic accent.  That made sense, with his wild hair and rippling muscles, he looked every bit the Viking.
    “That seems to be the question of the hour,” Bishop replied, studying him intently.  “This isn’t your place then?”
    The man’s gaze swept over the room, his expression doubtful.  “I hardly know.  I find... I hardly know anything.”
    “It’s okay.  If you don’t know us, I mean,” I babbled.  “We’re all dealing with some grade A memory issues ourselves, but they’re starting to slowly come back the longer we’re up.”  There was part of him that was very up , and my gaze ricocheted up to the rafters after getting an eyeful.   
    “You should probably, um... you know, cover up or something?” I reached for the quilt he’d been lying under, holding it out to wrap around his waist before I decided I didn’t want to get that close to him and held it at arm’s length. 
    Instead of taking