Friday, June 5, 2015
Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com email@example.com
Genre: Fiction/ Romance/ Contemporary
Release Date: June 4, 2015
Digital ISBN 13: 978-1-63112-116-6 ISBN 10:1631121162
Purchase link : http://www.5princebooks.com/buy-links.html
The daughter of a single mother, and abandoned by her father, Stevie thought she had finally found a man she could trust.
Aged eighteen she thought she would be with her first love Jason forever.
Everything between them is perfect until the night of the High school leaver's ball when he disappears without trace or explanation.
Ten years on, after being unable to give her heart she is finally learning to trust again. However her life is once more thrust into chaos and uncertainty. Left with only the memories of a deeply passionate relationship, shocking news leaves her reeling.
She tries to help Dillon, the brother of her first love, to rebuild his shattered life but will her own heart ever be truly mended? If so who will be the man worthy of her trust?
And will she get her happy ever after?
Bio for Lisa J Hobman:
Lisa is happily married to her soul-mate and they have a daughter and two crazy dogs. She especially enjoys being creative and now writes almost full time.
In 2012 Lisa and her family relocated from England to their beloved Scotland; a place of happy holidays and memories for them. Her new location now features in all of her books.
Writing has always been something Lisa has enjoyed, although in the past it has centered on poetry and song lyrics. Some of which appear in her stories.
Since she started writing in 2012 she has loved every minute of becoming a published author.
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Excerpt from Reasons:
“Oh darling, look at you. You look so grown up.” Stevie’s mum clasped her hands in front of her face, her eyes welling with tears.
Stevie rolled her eyes. “Um…Mum I hate to break it to you but I’m eighteen which legally means I am grown up.”
The sales assistant at the suburban London boutique had come to join the let’s stare at Stevie party, and she was beginning to feel a little like a museum exhibit in a prom dress.
“What do you think, darling? Is this the dress?” Her mum looked so hopeful.
The dress was ankle length and had a bodice that fit a little like a vice, but she loved the purple iridescent fabric and how it shimmered under the halogen spotlights of the dressing room.
The Leavers’ Ball was only a week away and as usual Stevie had left purchasing a suitable dress until right at the last minute. Her mother had been urging her to get organised for weeks, and all of her friends had long ago purchased their outfits and accessories. Carrie, Stevie’s closest friend besides Jason, had had hers hanging on the door to her walk-in closet for over a month. Carrie was like that though—uber organised—Stevie wondered why it was she who’d been allocated the role of Head Girl and not Carrie.
Stevie bit her lip. “Um…yes. I think it’s the best one I’ve tried.”
“I agree…and I’m sure that Jason will think you look stunning too.”
She rolled her eyes again. “Muuum.”
Her mum was always fishing for information about her relationship with Jason. She had lost count of the number of times her mother had subjected her to the talk. And she had also lost count of the number of times she had informed her mum that she and Jason were not having sex.
Not even close.
However, this was not through want of trying on her part. She loved her boyfriend and had been with him since they were thirteen, for goodness sake. But Jason insisted that he was just not ready to take that next step. He wanted it to be special, not rushed and fumbled like the first times their friends had experienced.
She had presumed at one time that the real reason was because he didn’t want her, but his words and actions—and his body—showed her otherwise. He was just a gentleman. He had told her that they were a permanent fixture in each other’s lives, and so there was no rush to lose their virginity. In the end, she surmised that she was just a ball of raging hormones and that she could wait too, if she must. Although she had a sneaky suspicion that after the Leavers’ Ball things might take a step in the right direction. After all, her mum would be out with her best friend Jilly, and Jason would be escorting her home. For this reason, the dress had to be perfect.
“I’m just saying, sweetie. You look so beautiful.” A wistful look washed over her mum’s features. “You have a look of your dad now that you’re older.”
Dana Watts was a wonderful mother. She did the job of two parents, and she did it to perfection. Stevie’s dad, a failed musician and the exciting older man, had been a roadie and sound engineer working for London based bands after he left college. His passion for music, especially Fleetwood Mac, had given Stevie her name. He had apparently doted on Dana, and although at twenty-four years old was initially shocked at discovering his nineteen-year-old girlfriend was pregnant, he was excited about being a father.
Soon after her birth, Stevie’s father had been offered the chance of a lifetime to leave London and tour the world with some famous rock star and had grabbed it with both hands, leaving Dana to bring up her daughter alone. After keeping in touch for a while and sending birthday cards and letters, there was a long telephone conversation in which he informed Dana there would be another tour with another band immediately after the current one. He claimed to still love Dana but said that the long distance thing wasn’t working, that it was unfair to their daughter to be a dip in and out of her life kind of father and so it would be more beneficial, although not easier, for all concerned if he broke ties.
He chose never to return, and so Stevie had never met him. Thankfully, she was so young when he left that she hadn’t been cognisant of the heartbreak her mother went through. Her mother’s best friend Jilly had been the one to pick up the pieces and she didn’t have many positive things to say about him. All Stevie did know as she got older was that her mother was very careful with her heart.
There had been a lovely man in Dana’s life, when Stevie was around eight-years-old, who had been special to Dana, and Stevie had adored him. Her mother had broken up with him when he had announced he would be working in Ireland for a period of three years. Dana wouldn’t even consider the relationship continuing as she presumed the inevitable would happen; he would figure out that the long distance thing would not work for him and she would be left alone yet again. There had been no one else since. As far as Dana was concerned—and Stevie was reminded regularly—Stevie was her life and it would stay that way.
She knew little of her father, other than what her mother or Jilly had deigned to share. Although from the photos Stevie had seen, it was evident that she took after him in so many ways, physically that is. Her long auburn hair and bright blue eyes were all Jed Marks. And her height for that matter; she was tall just like him. It was moments like this though, standing there in a prom dress and being told by her wonderful mother that she looked like him, when anger bubbled up for what that man had put her mum through. But as always she smiled sweetly and said nothing.