J.L Berg- Forgetting August

Today is the day – USA Today bestselling

author J.L. Berg’s FORGETTING AUGUST is out in the world! We’re so thrilled for

everyone to finally meet Everly and August – this is such an incredible story and we

can’t wait for everyone to get their hands on it!




She can forgive, but can she forget?

Some days, Everly still thinks she sees him. In the food court at the mall,

or in a car speeding past as the light changes. It only lasts a second, but when it

happens, she slips back to a time when she was ruled-and nearly ruined-by August

Kincaid. And it doesn’t matter that she’s moved on, that she’s about to marry

another man. In those moments the only thing she can do to regain control is take a

deep breath and remind herself that August can’t hurt her-because he’s in a coma.

Except that he’s not anymore.

August is awake. With no memories, he sets out to solve the mystery of his lost life.

He unearths a photograph of a beautiful redhead named Everly and knows

instinctively that she’s the key. But when he finds her, the August she describes is

more monster than man.

Tortured by the thought of having hurt her, August wants only to become the man

Everly deserves. As the new August emerges, Everly glimpses the person she first

fell in love with. But can she trust that this August is real? When the

final secret of their shared past is revealed, one of them will make a choice that

changes their future forever . . .

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My hand shook as I pulled the box into my lap, preparing myself for what may lay

hidden within. I felt nervous and sick with anticipation. I suddenly wanted to flee,

but where would I go? And how would I get there? Moving my leg took more

concentration than I was willing to admit and I was still attached to what looked to

be a hundred monitoring devices.

The box stared back at me, waiting…wondering when I would crack its lip and finally

divulge the secrets it had been keeping for so long.

What if I didn’t like what I found? What if I did?

Taking a deep breath, I placed my hand on the lip and pulled, knowing there was

only one way to find out.

All neatly arranged inside, I found clothes, a wallet and a scattering of other

personal belongings. I immediately went for the wallet, knowing it would hold the

most information. Everything else forgotten, my fingers traced the smooth edges of

the soft leather as I bent it open.

There staring back at me was a picture of my own face. Because of the mirror across

the room near the sink, I’d managed to catch a glimpse of my reflection a time or

two since awaking here hours earlier.

The man looking up at me on the California driver’s license photo was a stark

contrast to the person I was today.

Cold empty green eyes looked through me, as if the world and everything in it were

beneath him. With a crisp white shirt and flawless green tie and jacket, there was no

smile permeating through the lens–not even a hint of emotion was showing. My

now long, unkempt hair had been trimmed short and neat, matching the impeccable

persona that could be seen even through the tiny picture.

My attention turned towards the address.

1023 Sea Cliff Lane, San Francisco.

I looked out the window, trying to see if anything beyond its paned glass brought

back any hints or memories of a life I once led.

San Francisco.

Even though the driver’s license confirmed what the nurse had already told me, I

still felt no connection with the city below. Nothing called out to me, nothing held

my attention.

Was there anyone down there that would remember my name?

I dug further through the wallet, finding a couple hundred dollars in cash, as well as

several credit cards and a few membership cards to places I’d never heard of, but

apparently belonged to.

Or had belonged to.

What happened to your life when you went into a coma? Did you disappear? Cease

to exist or did life carry on? I looked at the address on my driver’s license and

wondered if I still had a home…a bank account? I wasn’t dead, but who had been

paying my bills for the last two?

Did I have money to pay the bills?


Suddenly, all I wanted was to slip back into that coma and never wake up again.

And then I saw her.

It was just a glimpse at first, the edge of a picture sticking out from inside the wallet-

-a wisp of hair that had me pulling at it to see it properly.

With the golden gate bridge as our backdrop, a much younger, carefree version of

myself held a girl in my arms and suddenly the world didn’t feel so lonely anymore.

Copper red hair tumbled down her back like a fiery mane. Her bright blue eyes

sparkled as if she held untold secrets waiting to be revealed. In my own eyes, I didn’t

see harshness or the rigid void of nothing. I saw her, reflecting back in spades, the

love radiating between us.

I flipped the photo over, hoping for something…anything that would tell me who this

girl was.

There was nothing but a date and a name.

August and Everly – 2005


She had a name.

Now all I had to do was find her.

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Join us for the FORGETTING AUGUST Release Party!

Forever Romance and J.L. Berg invite readers to join them for a Facebook party on

December 9 from 7 – 10 PM EST to celebrate FORGETTING AUGUST, on sale

December 1. In addition to fun guests and giveaways, there will be a great

discussion about the book as J.L. Berg takes fan questions. RSVP here.

About J.L. Berg

Author J.L. Berg is a California native living in the South. She is the author of the self-

pubbed Ready series, which has sold over 100,000 copies. Married to her high

school sweetheart. She and her husband have two beautiful girls that drive them

batty on a daily basis. When she’s not writing, you can find her with her nose stuck

in a romance book, in a yoga studio or devouring anything chocolate.

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