Excerpt The highly anticipated start of a new romantic suspense series from the beloved, USA Today bestselling author of Ten Tiny Breaths. Left for dead in the fields of rural Oregon, a young woman defies all odds and survives—but she awakens with no idea who she is, or what happened to her. Refusing to answer to “Jane Doe” for another day, the woman renames herself “Water” for the tiny, hidden marking on her body—the only clue to her past. Taken in by old Ginny Fitzgerald, a crotchety but kind lady living on a nearby horse farm, Water slowly begins building a new life. But as she attempts to piece together the fleeting slivers of her memory, more questions emerge: Who is the next-door neighbor, quietly toiling under the hood of his Barracuda? Why won’t Ginny let him step foot on her property? And why does Water feel she recognizes him? Twenty-four-year-old Jesse Welles doesn’t know how long it will be before Water gets her memory back. For her sake, Jesse hopes the answer is never. He knows that she’ll stay so much safer—and happier—that way. And that’s why, as hard as it is, he needs to keep his distance. Because getting too close could flood her with realities better left buried. The trouble is, water always seems to find its way to the surface. Copyright © 2014 by Kathleen Tucker All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. For information, address Atria Books Subsidiary Rights Department, 1230 Avenue of the Americas, New York, NY 10020.

My name is Addison Jones. I am 15 years old. I had long black hair that went down to my bottom and gray eyes. I was pale as a ghost, at least thats what my mom would always say. I had just moved to a small town in Pennsylvania where I went to my first year of public school. Being taught by my mother at home my entire life, sophomore year was a huge reality check for me. I didn’t really fit in. Most of the girls here were blonde and had lots of friends, and I was…alone. I always was alone. For as long as I could remember, everybody didn't pay much attention to me. I've never had a "friend", and I can't recall the last time anyone other than my mom payed much attention to me.. at all, for the most part. Even my teachers payed me little to no attention. I didn’t like school, but because of my fathers death, my mom could no longer teach me as she had to work. I was only a week into school and everything was normal… until it happened.