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A Memory Not Mine by Rebecca Byron

GOLD MEDAL WINNER - Best Vampire Novel - Global Book Awards 2025, SILVER MEDAL WINNER - Book Fest Awards 2025, 5 STAR PICK - Open Book Awards 2025In memories of a life that isn’t hers, she finds the love that might be.

Cursed with unwanted clairvoyance, Mira Garvie thought her family’s legacy died with her parents—until a haunting portrait of an ancestor who looks exactly like her lures her to the mist-shrouded Scottish Highlands.

There, visions of another woman’s life blur the line between past and present. Hunted by forces she can’t explain, Mira finds herself caught between two men: one who seems to have followed her across lifetimes, and another—with eyes the color of deep green secrets—who knows her heart before she does.

As the veil between worlds unravels, Mira must face the truth about her inheritance, her gift, and the dangerous pull of a man who shatters everything she thought she knew—because loving him might be her destiny…or her undoing.

Readers call it “soft, gothic and heartbreakingly human.”

Info:

Pages: 347

Language: English

Tropes:

• Hidden identity,

• Forced proximity,

• Fated mates

Trigger Warning:

• Explicit sex

Rating Spice Level from 0-5:

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Audience:

Women 18+

About the Author:

Rebecca Byron lives in Grapevine, Texas. When she’s not writing or planning her next travel adventure, she’s reading—voraciously, obsessively, and with complete disregard for whatever might be on TV.

As a teen she read hand-me-down paperbacks from romance icons like Janet Dailey, LaVyrle Spencer, and Kathleen Woodiwiss. But after she read Salem’s Lot, vampires took up permanent residence in her heart. These days, she fangirls hard for Diana Gabaldon (she once wrote her a gushy fan letter in the early 2000s and has no regrets), Christopher Buehlman (because if horror could write poetry, it’d be him), and Mary Roach (science, but make it weird and funny). In addition to all things vampiric, Rebecca has a deep love for ghost stories, witch-lore, and all forms of clairvoyance—which she may or may not secretly possess.

Rebecca was born in Southern California, where she grew up riding horses, hanging out at the beach, and serving as president of her high school FFA chapter—because honestly, if you’ve never learned how to castrate a lamb or aren’t fluent discussing chimeras in citrus crops, are you truly living? She even spent a year working on a horse ranch in Southern Italy—mainly for the pasta.

Her hobbies include eating, baking (not really cooking, just baking—let’s not confuse the two), drinking cocktails, swearing a lot, barely exercising, parking with chaotic energy, and hiding her disaster of a closet from her ultra-organized husband.