Saturday, December 13, 2014

SPOTLIGHT -- J.M. Walker's "Always Me"



Forgetting is hard to do.
Tori McLeod survived the sadistic wrath of a madman at the cost of the love of her life. Always a survivor, she’s determined to move on, for her sake and the sake of her son, even if she has to leave everything and everyone behind.
Two years have passed since she lost Sebastian Chelios. He is gone, but Tori can still feel the raw magnetism pulling her toward a ghost.
Relationships change and new bonds form. Budding feelings tempt Tori, but she continues to ache for Sebastian.
Whispers of danger lurk around the corner and questions regarding Jose remain unanswered.
Can Tori move on with her life when a dark shadow from her past revisits her? With Jose still being out there, will Tori and her son ever be truly safe?



“It’s been two years, Keisha.” I flopped down on my bed and sighed. “Today is the anniversary of...Sebastian’s...death.”

“Two years...” She gasped. “Oh my...oh, Tori.” She choked on a sob. “I didn’t even realize.”

“I try to forget.” I put the phone on speakerphone and placed it on my dresser. This day always left me feeling numb. Empty.

“I’m so sorry, Tori. Listen, when can I stop by? I’d really like to see you and my man.”

I smiled. “How about tomorrow?”

“Sure. Sounds perfect. Mind if I bring the goons with me?”

My heart jumped. “No, not at all.”

“So, I’ll bring beer, food, and the boys. It’ll be fun, okay?” Keisha said, cheerfully, interrupting my thoughts.

I smiled lightly. “I’m looking forward to it.” I was. It’d been way too long since I had seen any of them. Talking on the computer or phone just wasn’t the same. I disconnected the call and scrubbed a hand down my face.

Brett, Keisha’s brother, and I had become close over the last couple of years. Even though he had been a dick in the beginning, he’d made up for that. We’d gone out on dates and kissed a couple of times, but nothing serious. I wouldn’t sleep with him.

He wasn’t Sebastian. There was no spark. Not the intense burning desire that I had felt for Sebastian the moment I saw him.

Brett was hesitant. He played it safe whereas Sebastian took what he wanted, when he wanted it. I could never say no to Sebastian. Not that I ever would have. He knew that, too.

From the first kiss to the first time we had sex, he was controlling, and I loved every minute of it. My body stirred from those heated memories.

So many questions had been left unanswered. Garrith was an FBI agent, and he wouldn’t tell me anything, no matter how I demanded it. Maybe it was to protect me. The not knowing was what killed me. Made me feel lost.

I walked to my window, and grabbing the curtains, I paused. It was late. Something was off. 

Wind rustled through the trees, and the swings on the swing set moved back and forth.

 Chills ran up my spine, and uneasiness settled in the pit of my belly.

The security lights came on, making me jump. My heart raced and then slowed when I saw a raccoon scurry across my backyard. I laughed to myself and shook my head.

“Get a grip, Tori.” God, I had issues. When would I stop being so scared? 



When J.M. isn't working her Monday-Friday 9-5 job, she's spending her time reading, writing and with the love of her life.
She's an all around Canadian girl. Born and raised in a small city.
If you don't see J.M. writing, you'll find her with her nose in a book. Whether it's her words or someone else's, she's drawn to it.
J.M. loves stories with Alpha broken males and that need to be ripped apart and put back together again. Men that fall to their knees over a wink or a giggle from their females.
Two things you will never find J.M. without; her cell phone and lip gloss. If she has both of those items, you have a happy girl.
Since starting her writing adventure in 2013, J.M. has met many people, real life, online, in her head and she loves every single one of them. Without the support from others, none of this would be possible and she's grateful for all that has been given to her.