Hello, everyone.  I’m the heroine of MARK OF THE B*E*A*S*T*, book 4 of Rebecca Goings’ popular B*E*A*S*T* series from from www.ChampagneBooks.com, releasing on September 7th.  My name is Robyn Groves, I’m a snowy owl shifter, and I can’t remember a damn thing.

My mind is hazy, like there’s a fog in my brain.  I can’t remember anything past two months ago.  All I remember is my cage, my nest, and…Dylan.

Dylan is a barn owl.  He was put in the same cage as I was.  We were both given the serum, which forced us to stay in our owl bodies.  I don’t know what those bastard scientists wanted us to do, but with the nest and the surrounding foliage in our cage, it seemed fairly obvious.  They wanted to see if we would mate.

But something happened.  I’m not sure what.  I couldn’t shift back into my human body for the life of me.  Alarms were going off, scientists ran screaming, and not long after, the doors to my cell were opened.  I had nowhere to go, no one to run to.  What else was I to do but stay in the Everglades with the other birds?  It disgusts me what I’ve had to do for sustenance, but there was no other option.

Now, a man named Mackenzie has found me, and there’s something vaguely familiar about him.  He’s intense, he’s pissed, and he’s sexy as hell.  Good Lord, I don’t know what it is about him, but he gets my motor running like nobody’s business.  He’s not afraid to tell it like it is.  Apparently, we have a history together, but for the life of me, I can’t remember him.

I wish I did.  Because damn, if he lays one hand on me, I’m likely to go up in flames.

His scent, I’ve smelled it before.  My body knows him, even if my mind does not.  The strongest memories are those triggered by smells and tastes.  Perhaps if I kiss him, it will jog my memory.  Will he agree to that?  Will he stop at that?  He’s told me he’s been looking for me for the two months I’ve been with B*E*A*S*T*.  He wants to finish what we started.  But I don’t remember what we started.

Oh, but I want to.  I want to remember it with my entire being.  Is Mackenzie my mate?  Just the thought has me trembling.  The way his eyes flash at me, I can’t help but wish I was in his arms.  I don’t know him.

But I need him.

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