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Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Cheer up!

I'm giving some stuff away and it's snippet time!
I really hate that so many of you are disappointed about the delay that Restore Me is facing. I'm frustrated too. The delay is not something that I take lightly. I love my readers, so letting anyone down is a major upset for me. I can't say it enough; I am working hard to get Restore Me and Accept Me out there. Many of you may be wondering what is going on? Why is it stalled? I will tell you what I can. The series is being considered by a few publishers at the moment, and at this point I had to hold off on publishing Restore Me in order to handle the business end of everything. It's impossibly tough to make these decisions. Just know that my loyalty is to the many readers who took a chance on a new author by reading my books. I will keep everyone updated on any new developments as they come about. Thank you all for being so supportive and kind these last couple of weeks. That being said... lets give some stuff away and see what Grams is up to!


Restore Me by J.L. Mac

“Good morning, Mrs. Cole.” Holy shit!  I look away from the man that just entered the room and glance to a beaming Grams. No wonder she’s waiting on him. I would too.

“Oh, Andy! How many times do I have to tell you to call me Bee? My friends call me Bee so you should too.” I gape at grams flirting with the gorgeous muscled up man standing near the door. He has a tool belt hanging from his narrow hips and a tool box gripped in his left hand. Grams winks at him and I can’t help grinning ear to ear watching the scene before me.

“Sorry, Bee. I keep forgetting.” The maintenance man walks further into the room and comes to a stop near the side of Gram’s bed where I’m sitting.

“Andy, this is Josephine. Josephine, this is Andy. The best handy man in town. Not too bad on the eyes either. Is he?” I feel myself blush enough for all of us and make note of her jab with using my full name. An eye for an eye I guess.  

“Hi, Andy. Call me Jo.” Andy’s dark blue eyes land on me as I offer him my hand. He smiles politely and takes my hand. Wow he’s hot!

“Nice to meet you, Jo. I like your name.” I nod and smile politely in return.

“Yeah it’s not bad I guess. It could be worse. I could be named Beatrice or something fucking awful like that.” I smile sardonically at Grams. She sticks her tongue out at me. I glance up at the tall, blue eyed hunk to see his eyes are as wide as dinner plates. It’s good to see I haven’t lost my affect on people. My mouth is still filthy and locked and loaded with plenty of smart ass remarks.

“Uh, I guess I should change that light bulb for you, Mrs. C-Bee.” Andy is caught in the same room with two tenacious snarky women. The poor sucker. I smile wide at Grams and she belts out a witchy cackle. Andy walks over the light fixture on the wall and begins working on removing the shade. His light brown hair catches the light coming through the window and seems to almost glitter. If I were not utterly and completely in love, I’d be giving him my number right now.

“Is this who you were waiting for?” I say in a whisper as I lean in towards Grams. Her wicked smile tells me she is up to no good whatsoever.

“You bet. I think he wants to get fresh with me,” She whispers and nods. I shake my head at the brazen old bat.

“And how do you know this?”

“Edith, my snotty neighbor always calls in work orders to get him to come to her room and most the time someone else goes but when I call, Andy comes. Every time.” I furrow my brows in disbelief.

“I take it you aren’t friends with Edith?” Grams scoffs indignantly.

  “I wouldn’t be caught dead being in cohorts with that floozy! She manages to chase off just about every good looking staff member here. It’s her one crazy eye they can’t stand.”

“What?!” I screech as a fit of laughter rips through me. Both of us cackle unabashed like two gossipy witches.

“She has a funny eye. If she isn’t wearing those thick glasses of hers it tends to wander this direction.” Grams brings one finger up to her face and mimics which direction said lazy eye wanders. It’s fucking ridiculous but a much needed break from my own thoughts.

“It’s a damned soap opera up in here,” I sputter out between gasps for air.

“You got that right honey. Instead of The Young and The Restless we got The Old and The Worthless!” Grams caps off her quip by popping a circus peanut candy in her mouth.

“Want one?” She extends the bag to me and a grab a few. I lean back in my seat and prop my feet on the side of Grams bed. We sit there watching Andy work to change the light bulb.  Definitely needed this little break from reality.

“Bee, you’ve got some scuff marks up here on the wall. I could get some paint and take care of that.” We both glance up to his face instead of his ass as he turns to face us.

“Oh yes, that’s gotta be fixed then. Can you come back tomorrow?” Andy smiles politely and nods.  The old bat really has no shame. I wonder if I’m as bad as her. Andy gathers his things and approaches Grams bed.

“It was nice to meet you, Jo.” He extends his hand and I take it for a friendly shake. As we shake his thumb stokes over the back of my hand. I smile at the handsome forward bastard. Our hands slip apart he turns to leave.
“See you tomorrow,” he tosses over his shoulder as he walks out of the suite. I turn and gape at Grams.

“What the hell was that?”

“Guess my man might have an eye for you, Jo.” Grams shrugs and pops another peanut in her mouth. I narrow my eyes on her. There is no telling what’s going through that head of hers. I focus my eyes on the wall across the room to see the grayish scuffs Andy mentioned.

“How did scuff marks get on your wall at eye level?”

“What? Oh, yes. My cane.” Her response is as blasé as it could possibly be.

“What?” She has me confused now.

“I may or may not have whacked the wall with my cane a few times so that Mister Tight Buns would have to come see me.” She shrugs and flips open the magazine in her lap while mowing down another peanut. She really does eat a ton of those damn things. It’s a fucking miracle she’s not gargantuan.

“Wow, grams. Seriously?” She winks at me and swipes her finger across the magazine to turn another page.

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Friday, March 15, 2013

Grab some swag!

I'm excited to share this giveaway and announce that the autographed ereader/tablet sleeves are going to be for sale soon. You can have your favorite authors autograph the sleeve when you go to signings. They come in multiple designs and prints. The Wreck Me shirts will also be available. I will announce when and where these items can be found as soon as things get up and running. Enter the giveaway! Good luck to you all! xoxo-J.L. a Rafflecopter giveaway

Saturday, March 9, 2013

The music that moves me

I have been asked by many people about my playlists and I love sharing the music that moves me, so that's exactly what I'm doing. I hope you all enjoy my playlist. This is the music that has helped inspire the story of Josephine Geroux and Damon Cole. I hope these songs speak to you like they speak to me. I adore you all. Thank you for reading. Thank you for your support. Thank you for loving my characters just as much as I do. Thank you for reminding me that what I do is a dream come true. xo-J.L.