Here is what I've been up to, lovies! Wreck Me is my second novel and it is tentatively scheduled for release some time in late March 2013. The cover reveal will be soon and I must say it is H.O.T. JB McGee, the author of Broken and Mending has designed BOTH of my covers. She has done a fantastic job and I am excited to show off her handy work. Very, very soon. Until then, hop over to www.goodreads.com and add Wreck Me to your list. http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17185511-wreck-me

-Lots of love,
    J.L. Mac


Life can be cruel. People can be ruthless and evil. The world can be cold and uninviting. No one knows these things better than Josephine Geroux. By her own definition, she is a twenty-five year old “nobody with nothing,” and she is content to stay that way. Growing up an orphan has made her tough and indifferent to the people around her until she meets a strangely familiar man with a face that haunts her for reasons she can’t understand.

Despite the pain that will inevitably ensue, she makes it her mission to discover what parts of her tragic puzzle she is missing. On her journey to discovering why the she feels an alarming connection to an absolute stranger, her greatest fear is reawakening the demons and darkness from the past that will surely overtake her if she lets her guard down.

Little does Josephine know that the past should be the least of her worries. She is toying with a man who has already broken her heart once. She just doesn’t realize it.
Although she makes it a point to avoid interactions with others, Josephine’s life becomes entangled with the enigmatic stranger. Before she realizes it, she has given herself over to the one person who is close enough to wreck her.

This line was one of those 'moments' for me. 

'I bought and paid for these hard truths with blood, sweat and tears. I spent seven years in a self made prison to which only I had the key. I simply would not let myself out.' -Seven Years of Bad Luck

Here is official snippet #2. Things change during editing but I hope this doesn't. Hope you guys enjoy.

      Soft music filled the space around us. The song was Blue In Green by Miles Davis. One of my favorites. “Dance with me, Kathleen.” I broke the trance that the photo had on me and looked at Ben. He seemed to be staring at me like I had stared at the photo above his mantle. He had rid himself of his jacket and tie. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top showing just a glimpse of skin. I nodded my head and Ben’s arms encased me. He pulled me close to his body. My breathing stalled when one of his hands left my bare back and his large hand cupped my face and neck while he leaned toward me and rested his forehead against mine. His hold on me was purely intimate and despite my apprehension, I dissolved under his willful touch. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply and I followed suit. I shoved away my own personal fears and allowed the fire that burned between Ben and I to battle away the darkness that loomed over me for so long. We were a human, living, breathing version of the photo above his mantle that I was so taken with. We danced slowly while the strains of soft jazz filled our ears and the heat from our bodies pressed together expunged any lingering tension from the ball. I could hear only the music. I could smell only him. I could feel only him. I could see only him. The world fell away and only he and I remained. We stilled. He leaned forward and cupped my face with his other hand and pressed his lips against mine and this time it was not a gentle chaste kiss. I could feel his desire. His soft lips kissed me deeply, passionately. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue slipped across my lips and deep into my mouth. Tasting, searching, longing for more.

Snippet! The first ever legit snippet of SEVEN YEARS OF BAD LUCK and it's a hefty one to boot! Here it is. Has not been edited yet and stuff changes so, yeah...enjoy!

As I kept thinking about my less than good fortune in the love
department during my seven year marriage I came to the conclusion that my crap marriage was likely my own doing. The age old legend says if you break a mirror, you will have to endure seven years of bad luck. I don’t think I had ever broken an actual mirror but I definitely peered into the proverbial mirror and saw myself reflected in my truest form. I was strong, willful, unbridled, ambitious. I was someone I could be proud of. Years at Aidan's side past and I allowed the person who I knew as me, to be broken, shattered, and forgotten. The true me slipped into the shadows of a dysfunctional relationship and was beaten down into submission until there were no signs of life from the former me. The person who I saw reflected after that was a distorted, lack luster impostor who I could barely stomach looking at in the mirror. I deserved bad luck for sacrificing myself to circumstance. I could forgive Aidan for all he had done and I knew that one day I would. The task of forgiving myself for ever giving up, for letting go of my dreams, my hope, my faith in everything was a task far more difficult than I could ever imagine.

...I wept for the loss. Tears did not come initially, only anger. I swallowed it down like the foulest of anything I had ever experienced the taste of. I choked it down whole and it hit the bottom of my stomach with a crippling, explosive crash. It resided there from then on. The pain and heartbreak lived deep within me, festering and eating away at me like a cancerous growth. I always thought that perhaps
one day I could be purged of my ailment. I thought and maybe even hoped a bit that I would heal emotionally. My mother always said that in order to heal, I would have to be willing to let it go. Clearly, I had yet to arrive at that point. I’m not sure that I will ever be to that point where grief and grudges escape a person’s death grip and leaves them standing as only half the person they were before, but leaves them, nonetheless. As for me, right now, it’s just me and my anger and grief in the throes of a tumultuous dance to a sad ballad on an endless loop.

-Seven Years of Bad Luck

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