Finding Her

Finding Her

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Romance
Shay Reynolds was an average 28-year-old who loved the outdoors, but one day while riding her bicycle she fell and four months later she woke up in the hospital with no memory at all. James Sullivan was a successful businessman who enjoyed hiking, one morning he found the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen laying in a ditch. When he finally found her again after searching for the hospital where she'd been transferred to he found out she woke up and had no memory of him at all. Can Shay find the woman she was before her fall? and will James find love in a stranger he saved? A/N I'm editing this book as of 2020. I started this book about 5 years ago as a pass time, I've gotten more serious about my writing and decided to get back to this story. Rather than just continue where I left off, I decided to go through the existing chapters and edit them before I continued.
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