Forget Me (Florida Flowers #2)

I’ve waited years to see him perform live. Aaron Callaghan—notorious womanizer, sensational superstar, glamorous heartbreaker.
He’s not just a DJ. He’s a legend. A god behind the turntables and a devil on stage, drumming with people’s emotions as if they were nothing more than the strings on his beloved guitar.
Finally, my dream comes true. I get the chance to see him live.
He’s on stage. I’m in the crowd. One of hundreds roaring, one of thousands crying. I’m a nobody to him.
Until luck decides to push me into his arms.
It was supposed to be the best night of my life, but the next thing I know, I wake up in the hospital.
My memories? Gone. My dreams? Evaporated. My life? Not mine anymore.
Tough shit, but I’ll get through this. I won’t throw in the towel just because my brain decided to draw a blank.
And my savior? He bolted as soon as the doctors confirmed that I was stable. And he left nothing. No name. No note. No trace.
Will I ever get the chance to thank him?
I hope so. Because I’ve got the feeling that he is the last piece I need to solve my memory puzzle.