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Cassie McCown, you’re one kick-ass editor! You’ve taught me a lot and I can’t thank you enough for dealing with me and my dorky side of writing.
Amanda Heath and Dawn Martens… such lovely, talented, and beautiful ladies. Thanks for making me even more nervous about the end and for being very supportive at the same time. I love you ladies dearly. You rock my damn world!
C.C. Brown… oh, goodness. Our daily talks keep me sane. Our talks gave me the courage to boost this book and get it out there. I love our little chats. They mean the world to me. We’ll be sticking together FOEVA, that’s for sure.
Thank you Ena Burnette of Swoon Worthy Books for being so awesome with these blog tours and sticking with me. You rock to the max, and you don’t even know it. Thank you so much for everything!
To all the bloggers/reviewers who keep me on my toes, make me smile, and share my things willingly:
Kimberly Schaaf
Sarah Camargo of S. Camargo’s Book Addiction
Mary Tatar of Mary Elizabeth’s Crazy Book Obsession
Tamsyn Bester of The Secret Book Brat
Kim Bias of Reviews by Tammy & Kim
Kendall McCubbin of Book Crazy
Cassie Chavez of Sassy Cassie’s Reviews and Cassie’s Crafty Creations
Kristie Wittenberg of Three Chicks and Their Books
All admins of First Class Books!
Ren Reidy of A Little Bit of R&R
Karese Blackwell of Kindred Souls Book Blog
Kimberly Brower of Book Reader Chronicles
Kathy Womack of Romantic Reading Escapes Book Blog
These are in no specific order, but just know you ladies are all awesome. I know there are so many more, and if I didn’t list you then, I’m so, so sorry, but know that I love you more than words can explain! I can’t ask for anything or anyone better. I appreciate all you do for me—hell, reading my book means so much to me. I’ll cherish each and every one of you.
Thanks to my family and my amazing boyfriend for supporting me through everything. Even though I’m sure they won’t read the books, it’s okay. Your encouragement is enough for me.
And last but not least, my readers. My fans. My adorable ladies who follow my every movement. It feels odd to say I have fans, but I won’t deny it anymore. I do, and it makes me extremely happy. Thank you all so much for reading what I work so hard on. I couldn’t ask for a better, more amazing group of enthusiasts.
About Shanora
New York Times & USA Today Best Selling author, Shanora Williams considers herself one of the wondrous, down-to-earth authors who's all about romance and the paranormal... but of course she always makes room for the many other genres out there.
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More books by Shanora
The New York Times and USA Today best selling novel,
Hard to Resist
And it’s sequel:
Hard to Hold On
Prequel:
Hard to Forget
Other books:
OBTAINED (BOOK ONE)
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REMEMBER WHEN
A Romantic Comedy
T.Torrest
© 2012
Trip Wiley used to merely be the gorgeous new guy at Layla Warren’s Catholic high school. Years later, he just happens to be Hollywood’s hottest commodity.
REMEMBER WHEN
Years before Trip Wiley could be seen on movie screens all over the world, he could be seen sitting in the desk behind me in my high school English class.
This was back in 1990, and I cite the year only to avoid dumbfounding you when references to big hair or stretch pants are mentioned. Although, come to think of it, I am from New Jersey, which may serve as explanation enough. We were teenagers then, way back in a time before anyone, himself included, could even dream he'd turn into the Hollywood commodity that he is today.
I'm sure I don't need to tell you who Trip Wiley is. But on the off chance you've been living under a rock for the past decade, just know that these days, he's the bad boy actor found at the top of every casting director's wish list. He's incredibly talented and insanely gorgeous, the combination of which has made him very rich, very famous and very desirable.
And not just to casting directors, either.
I can't confirm any of the gossip from his early years out in Tinseltown, but based on what I knew of his life before he was famous, I can tell you that the idea of Girls-Throwing-Themselves-At-Trip is not a new concept.
I should know. I was one of them.
And my life hasn't been the same since.
Remember When is the first story in an NA romance trilogy and takes place entirely in 1990/91. It will take you back to that time before the real world kicked in, that limbo between adolescence and adulthood, that trial of hanging on to the past while figuring out where the future will lie.
With heart-shredding romance, steamy love scenes and hilarious eighties references, readers of all ages will find themselves rooting for Layla and dreaming about Trip for years to come. It's an endearing journey through the tumultuous world of friendship, family and high school…
…and the memory of that one incredible guy your heart just can't seem to forget.
READ WHEN YOU’RE IN THE MOOD FOR:
Sweet, funny, and nostalgic.
Prologue
COME SEE THE PARADISE
Years before Trip Wiley could be seen on movie screens all over the world, he could be seen sitting in the desk behind me in my high school English class.
I’m sure I don’t need to tell you who Trip Wiley is. But on the off chance you’ve been living under a rock for the past decade, just know that these days, he’s the actor found at the top of every casting director’s wish list. He’s incredibly talented and insanely gorgeous, the combination of which has made him very rich, very famous and very desirable.
And not just to casting directors, either.
I can’t confirm any of the gossip from his early years out in Tinseltown, but based on what I knew of his life before he was a celebrity, I can tell you that the idea of Girls-Throwing-Themselves-At-Trip is not a new concept.
I should know. I was one of them.
And my life hasn’t been the same since.
Trip and I met when we were teenagers, way back before anyone, himself included, could even dream he’d turn into the Hollywood commodity that he is today. This was back in 1990, and I cite the year only to avoid dumbfounding you when references to big hair or stretch pants are mentioned. Although, come to think of it, I am from Northern New Jersey, which may serve as explanation enough.
Make no mistake, I am not bashing Jersey. It is my home, where I was born and bred and is my absolute favorite place on God’s green Earth. We have beautiful beaches, miles of shopping malls, the best food in the country and the world’s greatest city only minutes outside our door. If you’ve ever been here, I don’t need to tell you, you’ve already learned for yourself.
And if you haven’t... Well, then please don’t believe everything you’ve ever seen on TV.
It is this mindset that gets our scrunchies in a twist whenever anyone outside our garden state feels they have the right to make a negative comment about it.
Just to avoid any bodily injury when visiting, I’ve compiled a short list of rules for out-of-towners. We New Jerseyans do not find the following comments entertaining:
1. “Oh, you live in New Joizey? What exit?”
2. “Hey, let’s all go downthashaw.”
3. “Yo, fuggheddaboutit!”
Other commentary that can get your ass kicked quickly and efficiently:
Anything regarding the Turnpike, the smell, the toxic waste dumps or the swamps. This also includes, but is not limited to, references about the mafia, gobbagool or the Bada Bing, even though we all secretly love The Sopranos.
The vast majority of us are nothing like the people you’ve seen on “Jerseylicious” or “The Real Housewives of New Jersey”, and please don’t even get me started on those knuckleheads from “Jersey Shore”.
But obviously, I’m getting ahead of myself.
In 1990, Jerseyans didn’t have to deal with such negative representation. At that time, we were West Orange’s Thomas Edison and Paterson’s Allen Ginsberg. Sayreville laid claim to Bon Jovi, Elizabeth was home to Judy Blume and Freehold was all about Springsteen. Hoboken is where Frank Sinatra hung his hat, and Metuchen is where David Copperfield first pulled a rabbit out of his. Back then, even Martha Stewart was only just starting to show off all the “good things” she’d learned as a crafty adolescent Jersey Girl from Nutley.
And even in boring old Norman, we had a brush with greatness, even if we didn’t know it at the time. These days, we can take credit for churning out the most sought-after leading man in Hollywood. Because today, Norman is the place that Trip Wiley always refers to as “home”.
PART ONE
1990
Chapter 1
LISA
Lisa DeSanto and I have been friends since she moved here when we were both seven. Her family originated from Atlantic City (which seemed incredibly exotic and worldly at the time) to head north and plant roots in the forgettable little suburb of Norman. Thank God they just happened to buy a house on the same street where I had lived my entire life.