Madness by J.L. Vallence

Madness by J.L. Vallance

Madness
By J.L. Vallance
 
Blurb:
I never wanted to fall in love.
I lived a life tainted by mental illness and the stigma that came with it. That illness almost claimed my life once and I had a promise to keep¬¬, a promise that I would live, no matter how much it hurt. All I craved in life was marginal happiness, a little success, and an unfractured mind. I longed for the normalcy that the rest of the world thrived on while fearing the intimacy that could snap the thin thread with which I held onto sanity.
I may not have had it all, but I was close…until he crashed into my world.
He turned everything upside down and shifted the scales of my balanced world. He was charming and charismatic with a healthy dash of trouble and volatility rolled in. He was completely and perfectly damaged. I tumbled hard and fast.
I fell in love with Rory O’Neill and our world was little more than madness….and it was fucking beautiful.
 
 
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Excerpt

 

“What do you want from me, O’Neill?”
Rory released a heavy sigh, leaning back
in the chair. He studied me carefully, as if he were attempting to solve a
puzzle. He could try for the rest of his life; I was one jigsaw he’d never be
able to solve.
“To date you,” he replied simply, and I
belted out a laugh.
“Why?” I asked, continuing without
allowing for an answer. “You are the type that goes on dates to get the prize
at the end. You got the prize, buddy. You didn’t even have to work for it. If
you are coming back because you think I’m a big skank-bank and you can get a
withdrawal whenever you want, you’ve got the wrong girl.”
It was his turn to laugh. It was an
erotic sound that put my already frayed nerves on a higher, more precarious
edge than they had been. I followed his posture and leaned back, but instead of
holding my stomach in gut busting laughter, I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Is that what you think this is?” he
gasped. “Christ, I could have slept with at least seventy women since you.”
“Is that supposed to win me over?”
“Yes,” he answered seriously. “I have no
problem picking women up.”
I didn’t doubt that. Hadn’t since the
night I’d met him. It was the charisma, the mega-watt smile, the sultry
sex-filled voice. His body, smile, voice, and touch promised a good night in
the making if one simply took his hand.
I want to
take his fucking hand. . .
“Good, then you won’t be alone tonight,”
I replied, moving to rise from the table when he reached out and grabbed my
arm, stopping me.
“I don’t want other women, Francesca. I
want you,” he said, the smile missing from his face.
“I’ve wanted nothing but you since
November.”
I shook my head.
“I’m not like other women, Mr. O’Neill.”
“Please, call me—”
“Rory, it doesn’t matter what I call you.
The message will remain the same.”
“Didn’t you ever stop to think that maybe
that’s what I like about you?” he countered.
No, no I didn’t. Being different is what
set me apart—in a bad way. That’s what makes people dislike me. Not that I mind that—being disliked. I’ve spent the
majority of my life being different,
being an outsider. I am the woman that I am, with the issues I have, and that
fact will never change. I’m proud of the obstacles I have overcome and look
forward to defeating the ones that are waiting in the wings.
“You don’t know me to know whether you
like me or not,” I argued. My dad had always told me I’d be great for the
debate team.
“I know what I felt with you.”
“You felt tequila,” I replied. “And my
vagina. Go find some Cuervo and a willing participant and repeat.”
“First, I have a high tolerance. That
tequila barely touched me. Quit trying to downplay what happened between us.
Take a little responsibility.”
“Ha!” I belted, placing a hand over my
mouth. “Listen, we had a really great time. But I don’t date, I don’t do
romance or happily ever after. That’s not written in my stars.”
“What is written in your stars?” he asked
with a quirk of the brow.

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“A bright future with me, myself, and I.”

 

Guest Post

Why Madness?

 

 

About a year and a half ago, these two crazy kids started traipsing through my mind. They tormented me day in and day out. I didn’t have a single free moment for them. But, I took time for them when I could. I would jot down a few things here and there. The more I wrote about them, the more I loved them and wanted to see them.

 

Before long, I decided I needed Frankie and Rory. I needed their story.

 

Madness is special to me for a multitude of reasons. The first, perhaps most important, is that it’s a story about characters that could be real people. They are dealing with real problems–problems that people in the world face every day. Frankie and Rory both face afflictions that carry negative stigmas and are difficult to face and talk about.

 

Frankie Winters lives with bipolar and major depressive disorder. This affects her life in a wide array of ways. In spite of what she faces with her illness, Frankie is a successful business owner. She fights every day to have hope for a better future. She fears love and intimacy; she fears the negative impact it could have on her stability.

 

Rory O’Neill lost his twin brother tragically. He never received proper help, and copes with his grief in a self destructive manner. Rory faces addiction–to many different things. He finds himself on a downward spiral and can’t seem to find a way to stop it.

 

So why did I write Madness?

 

Madness is a story that is relatable. It’s a story that approaches illness and addiction as well as love and rehabilitation. It’s a story that offers a glimpse into the life of two troubled people, looking to be a little less troubled.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About the Author

J. L. Vallance is a wife, mom, and nurse by day, while posing as a writer by night. Plagued with an overactive imagination, a lover of all things supernatural in nature, she has an extraordinary flair for the dramatic that adds flavor to life. There’s little in her world that Otis Redding and buttercream icing can’t fix. And of course, coffee always helps too. True story.

             
Giveaway

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One necklace with a gun charm and a stamped pendant that says “I keep a close watch on this of mine”.

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