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<title>Wreck Me</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 18 Nov 2013 07:30:00 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Oculus (Oculus #1)</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/j-l-mac-and-l-g-pace-iii/oculus_oculus_1.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/j-l-mac-and-l-g-pace-iii/oculus_oculus_1_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Oculus (Oculus #1)" alt ="Oculus (Oculus #1)"/></a><br//><div>Most people only believe in what they can see. Born without the most basic gift of sight, I rely on my other senses to guide me. Yet, what I believe in most is a phantom that resides in my dreams.   Under the blanket of twilight, I smell him. I feel him. I hear him. I taste him. But above all else, I see him.   And I want him.   I have no evidence that he’s real. But if he isn’t, why do I wake with the taste of him on my lips? I long for someone who doesn’t exist and even if he does, he’s forbidden, dangerous.   He’s from a different world, a frightening place beyond the walls that protect me. The Dark Lands, a broken world beyond the reach of the corporate control is what’s outside the gate. A lawless hellhole full of death and chaos, where savagery thrives under the cloak of darkness.   The irony is that my phantom, the one I want so badly, seems driven to destroy everything I’ve ever known.**</div>]]></description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2015 20:40:09 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Restore Me</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/j-l-mac/restore_me.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/j-l-mac/restore_me_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Restore Me" alt ="Restore Me"/></a><br//>Restore Me is the second installment in the Wrecked Series.  With another devastating loss looming, Jo fights to hold on to the very thing that brought her to her knees. She finds herself torn between a promising future and clinging to a devastating past.But that’s not the most worrisome problem on her hands.  She must convince more than just herself to let the past stay in the past.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 17 Nov 2013 21:05:49 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Social Neighbor (The Social Series Book 1)</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2016 21:43:53 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Vital Sign</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/j-l-mac/vital_sign.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/j-l-mac/vital_sign_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Vital Sign" alt ="Vital Sign"/></a><br//>I used to have a great life. My little world was bright. I had no complaints. My perfectly simple life made the fall from grace that much more devastating. I plummeted from the heavenly little bubble that I shared with Jake. I fell fast and hard straight into the fiery pits of hell. The knowledge of how things used to be is a bittersweet torture that refuses me even one moment of respite. I live in a painful reverie that I can’t escape. 
I had it good once. 
That’s gone now. 
All of it disappeared like vapor into the ether. I’m a lost woman, wandering through grief and struggling to come to terms with my new title: widow. My family says I need understanding and closure. I say a cigarette and a bottle of wine is a much better option for instant gratification. 
I’m the awkward, depressed one standing in the corner making everyone around me miserably uncomfortable. I’m the one with vacant eyes that society strives to help but can’t. I’m the one who hands out tight smiles and derisive snorts. I’m the widow adrift in this world with no direction. No meaning. No hope. No vital sign.

Sadie sets out on a journey to healing without knowing that things will get far worse before they get better. Despite her general indifference to organ donation, she finds herself on a journey to seek out the only people who benefited from her husband’s tragic death. 
Resentment runs rampant as she meets the thriving organ recipients. Anger and jealousy spiral, sending the delicate structure of Sadie’s emotions into a tailspin. 
Alexander McBride got a second chance—one that he didn’t necessarily want. Alexander is a game changer for Sadie. She hates him for his health but can’t help feeling at home in his presence. He soothes her grief in a way that is intoxicating, addictive even. 
The heart that once fell in love with her now resides in Alexander McBride’s chest. It’s a circumstance that forces her to wage an internal war fueled by grief, anger, guilt, love, lust, and loyalty. 
Sadie must discover the things that are vital to going on with her life if she has any hope of finding her way through the all-consuming grief that dominates every waking moment.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 18 Nov 2014 07:30:00 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Accept Me</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2014 16:05:49 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Reach Me</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/j-l-mac-and-erin-roth/reach_me.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/j-l-mac-and-erin-roth/reach_me_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Reach Me" alt ="Reach Me"/></a><br//><div><p style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg 2', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; ">It’s a well-known fact that single parenting doesn’t allow for much dating. Over the past nine years, Lindsay Fuller’s heart has been monopolized by her son, Trey, and she’s perfectly content with that. <br>But with her 30th birthday looming like a black cloud, Lindsay worries that her chances at a happily ever after are next to nil. <br>After all, she’s no sorority girl. She’s no supermodel, either. She’s a Plain Jane single mom with a less than desirable career, a pen pal obsession, and an extremely overbearing younger brother. <br>Financial trouble sends Lindsay’s already hectic life into a tailspin, setting events in motion that will change everything, namely her “single” status. Learning to reach for what she wants catalyzes an epic internal struggle that she has no hopes of overcoming. <br>The question is, will Lindsay give love a shot; and, more importantly, will it be worth it?<font class="Apple-style-span" face="'MS Shell Dlg 2', sans-serif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"></span></font><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'MS Shell Dlg 2', sans-serif">Reach Me is a novella that unfolds in two parts that are approximately 20,000 words each.</font><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'MS Shell Dlg 2', sans-serif">A Wrecked Series Companion novella.</font></div>]]></description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2014 21:31:51 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Seven Years of Bad Luck</title>
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<pubDate>Sun, 17 Nov 2013 20:45:38 +0200</pubDate>
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