Unforgettable by Elise K. Ackers

Unforgettable by Elise K. Ackers

Synopsis- In hospital following a near-fatal accident, Conner has temporary retrograde amnesia, and there’s a blank slate where the last three years of his life should be. It’s a woman with haunted eyes and secrets who offers to help him rediscover his past.

Colleague, friend and ex-lover, Emma warns Conner they must be discreet. No one knows about their past relationship, and for the sake of their jobs, no one can. She reintroduces him to his life and the fascinating redevelopment project they are working on, and the more he wants a future with her in it.
But Emma Blames herself for Connor’s accident and she won’t confess to what broke their relationship in the past. Now Conner is fighting for love, for his job, and another chance.

Review- Following a serious accident, the love of Emma’s life and colleague, Connor awakes in Hospital with temporary amnesia. He can’t remember the last three years and as a result has no recollection of having ever met Emma let alone their intense relationship that ended in disaster.
When she arrives at the Hospital- despite her having his supposed girlfriend Asha in tow- he can’t help but be drawn to Emma and want to know her better. Emma is devastated by Connor’s memory loss and it takes much of her self-control to reign in her love for him and be the friend he needs through this difficult time. When he asks her to help him remember his past, she reluctantly agrees, fearing the close proximity to him will break her heart all over again.
It isn’t long before Connor begins to fall head over heels in love with Emma, again. She resists the temptation at first but then succumbs to a second chance at being intimate with Connor. But there’s something about her past she’s holding back, the very same secret that shattered their relationship the first time around and she is petrified of a repeat ending. Connor insists that whatever she is hiding won’t send him running again, but Emma’s fear of losing not only Connor’s admiration but it’s also their friendship that keeps her from telling him the truth. Just as she feared, the reaction she predicted eventuates and Emma is faced with overcoming the loss of Connor in her life, yet again.
Unforgettable is an intense contemporary romance that explores the possibilities of a second chance for a couple when their history is wiped clean. The intensity of the feelings Emma has for Connor is obvious from the outset and she tries so hard to guard herself from falling for him again. Emma is a strong, hard-working protagonist who is loyal to her friends and committed to Connor’s recovery. Connor is a laid-back kind of guy who likes to joke around and really compliments Emma’s more serious nature quite well. I really enjoyed seeing this couple retrace their steps and because of his openness, I was more drawn to Connor than Emma initially, but as her story unfolded I empathised with Emma immensely.
I did have some reservations about the conflict in the story, because I wasn’t totally convinced. The secret Emma kept from Connor didn’t really seem like that big a deal to me, beside the fact that the other person involved  was despised by Connor (I’m trying not to give too much away!). So Connor’s reaction also felt a little over the top. I also couldn’t understand why Emma was so hung up about keeping their relationship (the first time around) a secret in the workplace. I understand that Emma was in a position of authority and Connor was her employee, but they worked in a project management role, it wasn’t like she was a doctor or therapist or in a position where her power could be abused. The author did a good job at trying to flesh out this conflict, because I think the secretiveness really tapped into some of Emma’s core values of wanting to be perceived as professional and keep her personal life separate- but I just couldn’t relate to how far she was willing to keep it a secret given her occupation.
That aside, I really enjoyed how Emma and Connor’s relationship re-developed and the effort Connor went to make it up to Emma was really sweet and thoughtful. Both characters grew and learnt from their past mistakes to make the most of their second chance to make things work. Fitting with the genre, their romance does have a happily ever after and a very satisfying ending. Unforgettable is Elise’s first novel published with Escape Publishing (previously published with Destiny Romance) and I believe was originally self-published. I’ve really enjoyed the various stories Ackers has released over the past six months with romance digital imprints in Australia and I’m sure there will be plenty more!

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Remove Isearch AVG Virus

Isearch AVG

Are you forced to visit Isearch avg and other irrelevant sites that they have no intention to visit? Computer is running very slow and your homepage is gone? isearch avg is really a threat to infected system. Once infected, search engine such as Google search and Yahoo! Search cannot work for you as usual. These browser infections are able to hijack the affected web browser, change the DNS settings and HOSTS file in order to redirect whichever search engine’s traffic to unwanted or advertisement websites such as isearch avg You may have tried resetting the homepage or reinstalling the search engine. However, as long as the malware behind remains, isearch.avg.com won’t go away. That is because this threat is related with ZeroAccess rootkit and Trojan dropper malware. Therefore, to completely delete this hijacker virus, you need to locate the malware behind and remove all associated infections. Moreover, it is greatly possible that computer hackers may get into your system anytime via the vulnerabilities which Isearch.avg.com exploit on your computer, which will result in confidential information and privacy exposed. Hence, it is strongly recommended to remove Isearch avg immediately to secure your system and data.

isearch avg Step-by-step Manual Removal Instructions

Step one- delete the following files created by Isearch avg in Local disk C hard drive:

%AppData%[trojan name]toolbardtx.ini
%AppData%[trojan name]toolbarguid.dat
%AppData%[trojan name]toolbarlog.txt
%AppData%[trojan name]toolbarpreferences.dat
%AppData%[trojan name]toolbarstat.log
%AppData%[trojan name]toolbarstats.dat
%AppData%[trojan name]toolbaruninstallIE.dat
%AppData%[trojan name]toolbaruninstallStatIE.dat
%AppData%[trojan name]toolbarversion.xml

Step two- open Registry Editor program by navigating to Start Menu, type in Regedit, and then click OK. When have been in Registry Editor, please delete the following registry entries associated with Isearch avg:

HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINESOFTWAREClasses[trojan name]IEHelper.DNSGuardCurVer
HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINESOFTWAREClasses[trojan name]IEHelper.DNSGuardCLSID
HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINESOFTWAREClasses[trojan name]IEHelper.DNSGuard
HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINESOFTWAREClasses[trojan name]IEHelper.DNSGuard.1
HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINESOFTWAREMicrosoftInternet ExplorerToolbar “[trojan name]”
HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINESOFTWAREMicrosoftWindowsCurrentVersionExplorerBrowser Helper Objects{99079a25-328f-4bd4-be04-00955acaa0a7} “[trojan name] Toolbar”

Step three- Clear your internet history records, internet temp files and cookies.

Please be noted that this tricky Google redirect virus can use random file names in same system directories and sometimes its mutating versions may even change the directories slightly.

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Connection

Why aren’t you here? Why haven’t you contacted me? Not for your own selfish needs, (No, that text message in the middle of the night to”call you back, because you were stressed out” doesn’t count) but to ask how I am.
I love love love getting texts from your sister, not because she’s my closest friend, but because she’s my only connection to you.

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inbox

Inbox
I check my email often, perhaps a little too often, but one things for sure- each time I check- there’s only one name I want to see in my inbox. And alas today it was there. Opening my email and seeing it, gave me a flutter. Made my heart skip a beat. I wondered what you finally decided to say to me. Let it be known I sent you 4 prior emails, and you have not emailed me in two months. On August 29th you said we should “be friends” and keep in touch, because you cared about me…Yes, I want you as a friend but no I don’t want to get a random email from you after two months, that has nothing to do with any of the previous emails I sent you. I think about you everyday. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I miss you and more importantly LOVE you. Seeing that email in my inbox always makes me hopeful thinking that you are going to come back for me and we are going to run away together, and I’m going to tame the wild animal inside you. Not cage you just tame you. read the Awekener, the story of Helen Weaver and Jack Kerouac. You are my Jack. Come back.
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in a second

in a second

i don’t know if it’s better to keep it to myself or say it out loud, but i feel like we’ve already crossed this line in a million tiny ways that what the fuck.
i know you obviously have a bazillion and ten things going on and certainly don’t need extra confusion, but i just feel like it’s only fair that i am totally clear that i would make out with you in a second. not just like when we talked about it before and i acted all casual about it, like, yeah, i would do that again if you are up for it. but more like, i just want to. of course being friends with you is far more important than making out and i value your friendship so fucking much it’s ridiculous. so i don’t want to jeopardize that and i feel confident enough in our friendship that i don’t think this email will, regardless of how you take it. and please know me well enough to know that it also doesn’t matter and won’t impact me or us if you just say um, no. or if you disregard this entirely.
so that’s quite enough embarrassment for one email.
don’t ignore me at school tomorrow.
*editors note: this does not qualify as an “unsent letter.” sent it word for fucking word. i’m just a glutton for public self-shaming, apparently.

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True North

True North

You are my true north. My soul mate. I thought I could keep you happy forever well I hoped I could. You were the brightest light that ever shined in my direction.
The times we spent together I will treasure forever. Everyone thinks I’m crazy for going on and on about you, especially since I am 11 years your senior. Age never mattered. When my friends tells me you are only 21 and only after one thing, I never understood. If you were only after one thing I never would have known.
i love you because- you are smart, beautiful, caring, passionate, compassionate, and the most lovable caring person I have ever met in my life. my life without you is sad, and lonely and unfulfilled. You know I love my job, and all that goes along with it, then there are the happy times I wish I had someone to share with. Then there are the sad times I wish you could hug me and make everything better.
I don’t want to find someone like you or get over you, because you are him, the man I wish to be with forever and ever and ever. I may not get that chance, and I hope the woman who does appreciates you in the most raw form.

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Older Man

Older Man

You are the only considerably older man who is legitimately attracted to me. In a pretty sure you’d take me in the back and fuck me kind of way.
At first I thought you had taken a sort of fatherly interest in me and my life and my potential future accomplishments.
Then I got a little older and you took a maybe exaggerated interest.
I have the feeling you were always the sort of man who got what you wanted.
Don’t get me wrong, flirting with you is fine, if you think that the friendly chatting and laughing we occasionally do is flirting.
And if I was a different person I just might take you in the back and fuck you.
But here is the thing. Even though he’s married, I would still much rather fuck your son. Even though he’s married, I’m pretty sure he would be absolutely heartbroken, disgusted, horrified, devastated if I did fuck you.
I don’t actually want to fuck you, so it’s not a problem. I don’t get off on the idea of doing an older man. I’m not particularly attracted to you. I’m not particularly unattracted to you either. Someone might argue this is one of those life experiences you are supposed to go for.
You did call me a vixen that one time.
Is that supposed to make me feel good? Or feel guilty that I somehow made you think I was being flirtatious with a man who is old enough to be my father. Who’s son I have a thing for.

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an empty inbox

an empty inbox


for a smart 31 year old woman, i can be slow.
i just thought this was different.
i have already bored you, yes you -
you 44 year old man.
thanks for the time you gave me when you were capable and you wanted to give it.

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In case of emergency

In case of emergency
The saddest things you said to me:
“You can contact me if there is an emergency.”
&
“We tried this for three months longer than anyone else would have.”
If you hadn’t said those things, I would have called you by now.
Sometimes I really have no idea why we broke up.
I just feel like I could call you and say “come over” and things would be the same and we would laugh and smile and make out.
You were perfectly perfect in every way. I just wasn’t sure how much you loved me.
I guess those 2 sentences answer it for me.

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give you me

give you me

For years we were friends, your girlfriends did not like me and I felt the same about them. It was me you snuck over to talk to late at night,and all we ever did was talk- but I knew that even if you had been w/ one of them, it was me you chose to be with before you went home to sleep. then we had our chance together- but I had just been burned and I thought you were just having a summer fling. Although we had dates and time together that was comfortable and fun, our one night together (which is not something I do or did even in my youth) I did because for me it was true making love. I let myself go and chose to give you me, even if you did not feel the same depth of feelings that I did.
Then, just as I was packed and ready to head back to college, you stopped over with the most beautiful roses, and told me that you cared for me- more than a fling. I was shocked and scared- and I disappeared. Flash forward 25 years, and a simple, hey, do you remember me email thru classmates.com (which I only put my profile on looking for you), and here we are almost a year later. You are married, and as you told me in our first few exchanges, you think she is the one. At the time I read that, I was happy for you, after all we were friends just catching up and our friendship seemed so easly to fall back into.
Today where am I? I find that I can’t wait to see your emails in my inbox, we have shared that we both have alternated looking for each other for the past 15 years or more, and once you let me know you had feelings for me now, I am lost. As a friend, I should support your marriage and I should be happy for you. As someone who is struggling w/ her feelings toward you- I am finding it painful. I wish we could just see each other, spend a little time together, to see if what appears to be happening is real- or is it the safety of memories and distance that has moved our email communications in the direction they seem to be taking recently.
Maybe once you see me in person, not just picture, you will change your mind, and we can discuss this mess, laugh about it and move forward in our lives and continue the friendship w/o these complications. You say you have never even considered this before, and that is a part of the person that I am falling for- so why would I want to change that part of you? I should not want you to change that very important-and rare- part of who you are.
D, I am struggling with this falling sensation, I am feeling guilty to the innocent people who don’t know they are involved in this mess. I am sorry for sending that first email, the consequences of that decision have far exceeded anything I expected. What I’d give for some peace of mind now

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Fuck You

Fuck You

Dear Fucking Asshole,
You have successfully mentally and physically fucked me. Fuck you. Unfortunately, you’ve made me desire things I never thought I would. In a small way, my heart thanks you. Fuck you. Please keep in touch and I would love to do it all again, or whatever your sick mind comes up with. Also, I will probably need help with a project proposal this semester, if you’re available.

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an abrupt fling

an abrupt fling

january started me up
I. and so the harsh-lit concrete
became our golden brick road
hand in hand
palm to palm
alien shoulders, elbows
and arms merely brushing
as I urged you forward
to run away with me.
II. alcohol-laden breaths
pumping heaving lungs
you held on to me
as we escaped from wolves
for a few magical moments
I was yours and yours alone
your face glowing, bathed
by the gloomy lamp post.
III. half way to the end of the road
you stopped me
“do you really need to go now?”
you shook my world
halting myself from kissing you
I dragged you up
and out of the world you once knew
“don’t look back.”
IV. and so the cold dusty road
heard us
our footsteps, our laughter
stomping and running
your heavy breath and mine
my beating heart and yours
and we only stopped to board the train
…and then we were off again.

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You and me

You and me

It doesn’t matter that the hot part is over, and was over more than 10 years ago now. The hot part where we just shot into the sky and fucking exploded and fell in love way too quick and both got really scared about how intense it was. How we were saying it to each other wide-eyed and incredulous, writing it to each other on paper making it real. We would get in your bed and stay up literally all night making out. We couldn’t stop. We’d fall asleep for a couple hours with our faces pressed together and our hearts and eyelids fluttering and our tattoos smushing together into new designs and our breathing in rhythm all too-perfect-like. I’ve kissed a lot of boys and I still remember your kisses. If they hadn’t been so vivid and volcanic and all over me and impossible the next part might not have happened.
That’s the part where the firework is still happening but it’s losing its heat. It’s still sparkling and shimmering and still there…but the real explosion is over. All the little stars are moving away from each other but the idea of what was there still exists, filling out the shape. That’s the part that happened after you smashed my heart. You got more scared than me. You moved thousands of miles away. But then you came back. And you kept coming back into my life for years. We kept going through the motions as much as other relationships and life would allow. Sometimes we’d see each other every day. Our bands played shows together. For a while we were even neighbors. I never stopped wanting to kiss your face. Every single second we spent together getting coffee, watching movies, lounging around outside, talking about stupid shit like robots and our bands and our lives and relationships and how we wanted everything and nothing and were never satisfied…I could barely look at your neutron star eyes that I kept falling into for years. We both knew it and didn’t know it. You apologized for everything from forever ago. Said you were wrong, scared. Our hearts were both bloody on our sleeves but we didn’t want to ruin each other’s lives…though we came so close so many times…every time you threw pebbles at my window or put your head in my lap when we were sitting on a bench or showed up drenched in a rain storm at my door. Every time we hugged so tight and so long when we parted, your face buried in my long hair, your eyelashes flicking my cheek. I think you held me like that to keep our lips as far apart as they could reasonably be in an embrace. My heart would pound so hard I thought it might knock you over. We shimmered and sparkled around and outside ourselves.
I got married. And that’s the part where we turned to ash. You told me once you thought we’d have ended up together for good if I’d never met my husband and I still agree. We’re grown up now. The universe still keeps cleverly throwing our daily orbits together, over and over again. But it’s cool now. I run into you often. I don’t have a heart attack anymore. I’m just happy I still get to see your face while the ash whirls and falls around us and quietly settles on our cheeks and eyelashes, in our hair, on our hands, on the ground.

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Make out first, talk later

Make out first, talk later

I met you on the street with my roommate. You were happy and chatting with everyone.
You had a youthful innocence. You reminded me of me about 7 years ago.
You said “Happy Friday to you” and smiled and I looked at you like I was actually looking at you.
You had a good flannel shirt and I had a good feeling about you. I think you had kind of bad hair, and I already can’t remember what you look like.
I have good intuition, though.
I left a note for you at your band’s practice space.
You thought I was gay.
We texted over the next 4 days or so. Is that what the kids do now? Text to get to know someone? I told you we should hang out and you told me you liked another lady.
If only you knew how much that didn’t matter to me.
Via all this virtual banter it turns out you like seafood and have a dog. I can have those things be dealbreakers, right?
Despite the fact that you think I’m maybe a little slutty and I think you are easily heartbroken, I think we’d actually get along.
Lessons learned:
1. It’s super easy to pick people up. All you have to do is something.
2. Make out first, talk later.
I accidentally found out how easy it is to stalk someone on facebook. Your cover photo was of your dog and your profile picture was of you eating a lobster.
Alas.
All of this hilarity, I think we should probably be friends. Promise I won’t try to make out with your face.

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HOT LUNCH Killer Smile 7

HOT LUNCH Killer Smile 7

Now with a 45 single out on Germany’s Who Can You Trust? Records, Hot Lunch is getting ready to release their debut album on the same label in cassette and vinyl LP formats. Their new 45 single and full-length both come fresh off-the-grill from Tim Green’s Louder Studios. Recorded on two-inch tape and mastered by John Golden, the band has allowed Thrasher Magazine to exclusively leak a few songs on their latest “King Of The Road” video – but they’re keeping the rest (and best) of the album under wraps until its official 2012 release.
Following the sudden implosion of Parchman Farm, singer Eric Shea knew that he had two options; start a Firefall tribute band named High On Firefall or build a heavy punk ‘n’ roll quartet by sandwiching members from his favorite San Francisco bands. Following his gut, he pursued the sandwich.
Shea assembled a quartet comprising guitarist Aaron Nudelman (Mensclub), drummer Rob Alper (SLA, The Sermon, The Fells) and bass player Charlie Karr (The Hostiliteens, Harold Ray Live In Concert). With vintage tube amps the size of refrigerators and Rob’s double-kick setup, these four men were soon channeling their love for Grand Funk Railroad, early Hawkwind, Lobby Loyde, Misfits, Crushed Butler, The Who, Blue Cheer, that very first Rush album, early 1980s skate punk, UFO, Ace Frehley, CCR, Chuck Berry, Gedo, Amon Düül II, Black Sabbath and Groundhogs. But the group also shared a lusty hunger for noontime meals served piping hot, which led them to one of the most clever, well thought-out and originally conceptualized monikers in the entire history of all music: Hot Lunch.
“A blast of 60′s acid rock seemingly unearthed after decades of rock ‘n’ roll mediocrity necessitated its rebirth”
- THRASHER SKATEBOARD MAGAZINE
“Already on top of best tracks of the year list”
- GET BENT
“If it’s like anything that has graced our ears here today with Killer Smile, then the upcoming LP is sure to be a hell of a party.”
- THE STYROFOAM DRONE
“This shit is old school…fucked up, rocking, righteous and old school…it feels good to be alive!!!”
- THE SLEEPING SHAMAN
“A glorious tangle of sixties style psych, eighties punk rock, hairy fuzzy proto-metal and seriously shredding guitar mastery”
- AQUARIUS RECORDS, SAN FRANCISCO

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After a little teaser in form of the “Killer Smile” 7-inch from earlier this year

After a little teaser in form of the “Killer Smile” 7-inch from earlier this year

It seemed like a no-brainer to release their eponymous LP on Who Can You Trust? Records out of Germany – home to bands like Lecherous Gaze, Witch and White Hills. The label was so impressed with Hot Lunch’s drive to piss off old folks and ruin people’s hearing, that they made this release their catalogue’s first ever full-length album.
Anyone familiar with the heavy, hard-driving punk ‘n’ roll of San Francisco’s Hot Lunch will tell you that they took too long to release their debut album. But the Lunch lads prefer to do things the old fashioned way – they funded it by saving the money made from playing shows. They also wanted to work with Tim Green of Louder Studios, who could capture the ass-kicking, face-punching, mouth-slapping intensity of their live performances onto an analogue two-inch tape medium for a classic sounding fidelity.
The band is happy. Guitarist Aaron Nudelman (Mensclub), singer Eric Shea (Parchman Farm), bassist Charlie Karr (Harold Ray Live In Concert) and drummer Rob Alper (SLA) never wanted anything from music but to press vinyl that would sit comfortably in their record collections alongside such influences as Grand Funk Railroad, Black Flag, UFO, Rush, BL’AST!, Ace Frehley, Coloured Balls, Dead Kennedys and Hawkwind.
With a deep love for skateboarding, the Hot Lunch dudes don’t take for granted that they get to regularly play with other bands redefining skate-rock. They are thankful to call Lecherous Gaze, Earthless, Hightower, The Shrine, Pins Of Light, Glitter Wizard, Carlton Melton and Drunk Horse their friends. But instead of trying to impress you by dropping the names of the more popular acts they’ve played with, the guys in Hot Lunch would prefer to brag about the time they rocked on the deep-end decks of the pool where the Tim Brauch Memorial Skateboard Contest was held. Or when they played the after-party for the Nevada City premier of Stacy Peralta’s Bones Brigade documentary. Or that Thrasher Magazine leaked a couple of these tunes to soundtrack their King Of The Roadvideo before inviting the band to play a party at Double Rock, their private skatepark.
All this aside, the band would much rather have you listen to their music than read about it. So with that in mind, thank you for your time and enjoy the heavy jams of Hot Lunch’s self-titled debut album on Who Can You Trust? Records.

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