Author: D.D. Lorenzo
Release Date: April 3, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Artist: Regina Wamba, http://www.maeidesign.com/
Hosted by: Love Between the Sheets Promotions
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Synopsis
“Selective/Memory”
Reception or retrieval of only some of
the events in an experience.
Darkness Descended…
After tragedy claimed love as its victim, Declan and Aria struggle to move forward alone.
They each have endured hurt and devastation inflicted and influenced by circumstance.
Rebuilding Slowly…
Aria’s inner strength is brought to the surface as she regains control of both her emotions
and her body, but Declan’s supremacy over her heart is a consequence as a result of loving
Blatant Trivialization…
As thoughts of Aria continue to haunt him, Declan attempts to minimize their effect on
him using whatever means possible, no matter the effect on himself or its impact on his
An Agenda of Evil…
Revenge reigns supreme in Marisol’s agenda. Her satisfaction is found in the bitterness she
cultivates as she grows in her contempt for Aria and her manipulations of Declan. Will she
be successful in total annihilation of two people who have already suffered the crushing
weight that sorrow and guilt can deliver?
Join Declan Sinclair and Aria Cole in “Selective/Memory”, Book Two in “The Depth of
Emotion” series and witness the conclusion of their story. They will attempt to restructure
their individual worlds, but fate continues to intervene by bringing them into the atmosphere
of each other. Are they willing to bear love again? Will their emotions sustain the depths that
their relationship exposed? Will their feelings for each other be strong enough to sustain a
love that will last a lifetime?
Only Fate can Decide…
About The Author
DD Lorenzo is a modern-day storyteller. Her novels reach deep into the
heart of readers and engage them through the emotions of her characters.
DD resides in Maryland, The Land of Pleasant Living. She met the love
of her life in high school and decided to look no further. Together, they
have an eclectic and amazing family. When she isn't writing stories of the
impassioned lives of her characters, she is rooting for the Baltimore Ravens
or the Baltimore Orioles. Her favorite pastimes include spending time with
the wonderful people in her life and riding in her husband's classic Mustang
to the Eastern Shore.
"Selective/Memory” is Book 2 in The "Depth of Emotion" Series. It is the
conclusion to the cliffhanger “Positive/Negativity” (she promises!). There are
five books planned for the series. Book 3, “Here/Now” will be centered on
character Carter Sinclair, a fan favorite. “Here/Now” is planned for release
“Selective/Memory”
By D D Lorenzo
Prologue/Capacity
It was perfect—at least, for this purpose. This was the location. That was, after all, what she
had come to expect, wasn’t it? Perfection. Nothing more, nothing less, and it pleased her.
An ocean view because he liked it, seclusion because she did. It wasn’t an enormous house,
but would be adequate for her needs; she truly didn’t consider his. She had only picked the
ocean view house due to the seclusion, and she could make him believe that she chose it for
him. It was all an illusion, really—as were most things for her accommodation.
The furnishings had arrived earlier in the week. She didn’t inconvenience herself for
their arrival—there were people who handled that sort of thing—and she hated mingling
those that didn’t matter. Money took care of them and what they did to suit her.
As she walked from room to room, she took in some of the mediocre choices she had
made—all for his taste—so she could achieve her ultimate goal—him.
How did that beach bitch ever stand the look of this shit? she thought as she wrinkled her nose
in distaste at the overstuffed sofa and chairs in the living room. It was a bit more elegant a
display than was in Declan’s home. Of course it would be—she was Marisol Franzi! Her taste
was much better than Declan’s or his former plaything. That was evident to even the most
Walking through the kitchen, she snickered at the coffeemaker, thinking it almost blasé.
Did he never think of cappuccino, espresso? Did the man even remember he had been all over the world?
The kitchen looked adequate enough, but no matter, she wouldn’t be there long enough
to think about it—and she certainly didn’t cook! The idea was appalling.
As her stiletto heels made a clicking sound on the shiny hardwood stairs, Marisol
ascended as a queen in a kingdom. The master bedroom suite at the top of the stairs held a
breathtaking view of the Atlantic Ocean, its iniquitous waters as black as the void in her soul.
The dark night sky held not a single star, to spare her a flicker of hope in her malevolent
beauty. An imposing full moon cast a sinister light into the room. It beckoned her to walk up
to the large window, which could be seen from the massive bed, the wood expertly carved in
“Oh…the things you will see me do, Mr. Moon…” she said suggestively as she reached
up, first one arm, then the other, behind her to unzip her dress.
Letting it fall to the floor, Marisol made her way to the bed and crawled like a cat into
the middle of its grand size as a contemptible shadow followed her from the window.
Lying there, she stared out at the moon, reveling in the knowledge that she could hear
nothing but the objectionable ocean, and that no one would be able to hear the screams and
moans that would come from this house. The thoughts that crossed her mind gave her the
most delicious sensation running through her veins. She closed her eyes to savor the mental
pictures. She had been tolerant, compliant, and even passive until she felt she would scream,
but for this, she had planned every small detail. She shivered with the intensity of joy that
flooded her, knowing that her efforts would not be in vain, and the time was coming soon.
She’d finally get what she had planned and waited for. Nothing—and no one—could stop
her. No one ever could.
When she had come to this country, and she, Marisol—THE supermodel—was created,
they told her she’d never want for anything again—and they didn’t know how right they
She was invincible.
She had conquered everything.
She was a vencedor—a winner!
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