Free Forget Me Not by Ericka Scott

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Forget Me Not
by Ericka Scott
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Erotica/Romance
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    Copyright ©2008 by Ericka Scott
    First published in www.total-e-bound.com, 2008

     
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    CONTENTS
    FORGET ME NOT
    Trademarks Acknowledgement
    Chapter One
    Chapter Two
    Chapter Three
    Chapter Four
    About the Author
    Total-E-Bound Publishing
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    Forget Me Not
    ISBN # 978-1-906811-01-3
    ©Copyright Ericka Scott 2008
    Cover Art by Anne Cain ©Copyright August 2008
    Edited by Janice Bennett
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    This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author's imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.
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    Published in 2008 by Total-E-Bound Publishing 1 The Corner, Faldingworth Road, Spridlington, Market Rasen, Lincolnshire, LN8 2DE, UK.
    Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated (rating).
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    FORGET ME NOT
    Ericka Scott
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    Trademarks Acknowledgement
    The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
    The Dukes of Hazzard: Warner Bros. Inc.
    Manolo: Blahnik, Manolo
    Razr: Razor IP SUB LLC
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    Chapter One
    If I've said it once, I've said it a hundred times. Ghosts are selfish.
    I should know—I've been seeing them since a chunk of concrete tried to turn me into one on 9/11. Since then, numerous spirits have visited me, each one of them wanting me to take a message to a loved one, give comfort to a grieving family member or exact revenge on their killers.
    But the one ghost I wanted to see never appeared.
    Even now, I couldn't have a solitary birthday celebration without a revenant interrupting. Thank God for cell phones, for I can now talk to the spirits without appearing like some crazy woman who talks to herself.
    I flipped open my pink Razr and glared at the ghost sitting across from me. “Go away,” I demanded in a low voice.
    The woman's smile wavered, but she made no move to vacate the seat. My goodness, I could have been looking at my twin sister. Her hair was worn in a short, straightened bob the way Aaron had insisted I wear mine. Since his death, I'd just let it go back to its normal curly state. The resemblance was uncanny, although I noted our eyes were different colours. Hers were large and hazel, mine were as black as my hair. The only thing that marred her perfect café au lait complexion was the bullet hole in the middle of her forehead.
    “I don't have time for this conversation right now. I'm here to enjoy dinner and celebrate my birthday. Come back tomorrow, I'll talk to you then.”
    The woman's