Mr. Mystery by Melissa Williams

Cyrus:
From the moment Isabelle danced into my life, she was mine. Then in a twist of cruel fate, she was gone. Even with all the evidence telling me otherwise, I know she’s out there. My heart can’t let her go. And I won’t rest until I find her.

Isabella:
Losing your memory is scary. Especially when every night you dream of being held in the loving, strong arms of a mystery man only to wake up alone. Is he a figment of my imagination or a tempting spark of memory? Even after all this time I don’t remember who I am. Or was. And I don’t have time to waste on dreaming and what ifs—it’s not just me I have to look out for.
Then he’s there—flesh and bone, standing in front of me. A dream come to life in the middle of a burlesque club. I don’t believe billionaire Cyrus Meinhold was ever mine—a man like him is too good to be true.

Until he says the three words that echo in my dreams: dance for me.