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.
Now for my post today JL has graciously provided me with an excerpt from Restore Me; the highly anticipated follow up to Wreck Me!
Find my review of Wreck Me here
*****NOW IF YOU HAVE NOT READ WRECK ME DO NOT, I REPEAT DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER! THIS EXCERPT WILL SPOIL THE ENDING OF WRECK ME FOR YOU*****
Everything just tilted on its axis. The world beneath my feet jarred and twisted until it all became a distorted mess. My entire life has been put through the wringer and I’m feeling the effects. I’m like a zombie, walking around with no clue what to do or how to do it. I have no recollection of ever having suffered this way, not even when Maman and Papa died. The man I love decided to take his own life, and I don’t know what the hell to make of it. Finding him there, in his truck on the side of the road, completely ripped me apart. When I found him, I felt fear, true and absolute terror. Never in my life have I felt such an encompassing sense of dread. Not when my parents died. Not when I was on the streets. Not when I knew the store was going to go under. Not even when I saw Captain lying on his floor with just the tiniest bit of life left in his eyes. Seeing Damon, unresponsive and lifeless, elicited an unfathomable level of fear. I didn’t know this level of fear was even possible.
I stop at the doors of his closet. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I know I need to choose his clothing, but I haven’t the slightest idea what he would want if he were here. Not a suit. Every time I saw him wearing a suit, it was as undone as possible. His tie knotted, but loosened; cuffs undone and rolled up; jacket discarded someplace; top button undone and peeled back just enough to see the dip between his collarbones at the base of his neck. I make my way to the long rack of clothing. My hands lift, of their own volition, and drift over the garments. I grasp multiple pieces in my hands. Soft flannel. Worn chambray. Crisp dress shirts. I know I am only torturing myself, but I lean in and bury my face in the fabric. I seek out his scent, drawing it through my nose. I want to imagine him in these clothes, in this closet with me, talking about nothing at all. Just touching and watching one another. The clothes don’t smell of him. They don’t smell of the Damon I know and fell for so easily. They smell clean, almost sterile, and it only drives home the reality of what has happened. I want him back. I want him back just the way he was. Just the way I had him. I want my Damon. I want my love.