The Last Eight Hours

I wake up in a pool of blood beside my new husband’s body. There’s another dead man in my house.

And I have no memory of the last eight hours.

My life had hit a low point when I met handsome businessman Grayson Bennett. But he didn’t care that I worked in a bar. Rich, charming and impossible to resist, he swept me off my feet and gave me a life I could only dream of.

But now I’m in handcuffs — and trapped inside a nightmare.

When I get to the hospital, they tell me I was drugged. Someone stole my memories.

All I know is that my husband and his business partner are dead.

The police think I’m the one who killed them.

What if they’re right?