Genre: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary
Release Date: August 30, 2013
Digital ISBN 13:978-1-939217-52-3 ISBN 10:1-939217-52-0
Print ISBN 13:978-1-939217-51-6 ISBN 10:1-939217-51-2
Purchase link : www.5princebooks.com/buy.html
Through the Glass
It was love at first sight for Jim. Felicity was his dream girl. Beautiful, intelligent and talented. Sadly for Jim he didn’t quite meet with the approval of Felicity’s mother and eventually she succumbed to the pressure of her mother’s expectations. Jim relocates from London to the Scottish Highlands to try to rebuild his life and mend his broken heart when an unexpected visitor brings painful memories and tragic news. Jim has to fight with his own desires to make the right decision. He lost Felicity once. Can he survive losing her again?
About Lisa J Hobman
Writing has always been something Lisa has enjoyed, although
in the past it has centered on poetry and song lyrics. The story in her debut novel has been building
in her mind for a long while but until the relocation, she never had the time
to put it down in black and white; working full time as a High School Science
Learning Mentor and studying swallowed up any spare time she had. Making the move north of the border has given
Lisa the opportunity to spread her wings and fulfill her dream. Writing is now a deep passion and she has
enjoyed every minute of working towards being published. Novels two and three are works in progress so
watch this space!
How to contact Lisa J Hobman
https://twitter.com/LivingScottishD
EXCERPT :
Chapter 1
February 2009 - The break up
“So, that’s it then, Flick?” Jim raised his arms in
exasperation. “You’re leaving? You've completely given up?” He was past trying
to convince Flick that they could make a go of it; work things out; get through
this and come out the other side stronger. The past few months had been one
argument after another and Flick had spent less and less time at home.
“It’s for the best, James. And please don’t call me Flick.”
She sighed, “It’s not my name. Not anymore. I grew up. It’s good in the adult
world you should visit sometime, you might like it.” She snorted derisively.
Jim shook his head; sadness oozing from every pore, “Aye,
well you’ll always be Flick to me. And I’ll always be Jim. What’s with all this
‘Felicity and James’ bollocks anyway?” His accent always became stronger when
he was angry. This was one of those occasions when the true Scotsman came out
fighting. His chest heaved as he tried to calm the storm raging beneath his
skin.
He almost didn't recognize the woman standing before him in
their bedroom; her fitted designer clothes complete with pearls and a shoulder length
smooth sleek hairstyle. Such a contrast to the girl he fell in love with. Back
then it was all flowing blonde waves and long, floating skirts. She was softer
then; in every way.
“Well, as I said James, Felicity is my name…Flick was left
behind at university. She was doe-eyed, foolish and rash…look, there’s no point
us going over old ground,” she pulled the handle up on her wheeled suitcase,
“I’ll be staying with Polly and Matt for a while whilst I figure out my next
move.”
Matt had once been Jim’s closest friend but that friendship
had somehow fizzled as his relationship with Polly had intensified. That
saddened Jim.
Felicity went on, “Nilsson-Perkins have offered to help find
me a new place near the city center so I can be closer to the main gallery.”
She wandered over to him and placed her hand on his arm. “It’s for the best,
James. I think you know that deep down.”
He looked, pleadingly, into her
eyes, his chest still rising and falling at a rapid rate. “For whom? For me?. I
don’t think so.” His voice cracked as he shook his head; he stared intently and
for several moments she seemed caught in his eyes. He thought he saw her shield
begin to melt but she shook her head and looked away.
Turning back to him she shrugged
her shoulders. “It was inevitable when you think about it. We’re from two
different worlds…we want completely different things, James.” Her voice
softened as she squeezed his arm. Her blue eyes, however, that were once full
of love, were ice cold.
She wheeled her case toward the
bedroom door and turned back to face him one last time. Her eyes were glassy
with unshed tears now and Jim was relieved to see some, albeit small,
expression of human emotion from the woman he had witnessed, slowly, becoming
some kind of hard, Siberian robot.
“For what’s it’s worth…James…I do
love you. You were my first love and so I probably always will. I just feel
like…” she paused, clenching her eyes closed as if to find the strength to
carry on speaking, a tear escaped. “Like maybe we’re not good for each other.
We've grown apart. I’m ambitious and you…you want babies and the white picket
fence thing…I’m just not ready…I’m not sure I ever will be. In a way I’m doing
you a favor.” A sob escaped her throat as she spoke, “This way at least you
get to meet someone new and have children and do all the family things that I’m
just not capable of.” She sounded to Jim as though she was trying to convince
herself.
Jim’s lower lip began to tremble.
“I don’t want anyone else…it’s you. It’s always been you.” He clenched his jaw.
“What I don’t get, Felicity, is that you wanted those things too. We were both
on the same page. I don’t understand how we changed.”
“We didn't change. I did. Like I
said, I grew up.” She shook her head. “I know that you haven’t changed.” She
snorted. “Sorry, Jim but it’s true. In all these years you've kept the same
hairstyle, the same clothing and the same laid back attitude. You still work in
the same second hand book store, you still drive that ancient Land Rover and
you still take that bloody dog everywhere you go! You’re not a student anymore,
James. Maybe I want more, huh? Maybe I want someone who makes an effort!” Her
voice gained an octave as her emotions began to get the better of her.
Jim widened his eyes in horror.
“Whoa! Now just hang on there, lassie!” He held up his hands and his stomach
knotted at her stabbing words as they sliced at his heart.
He stepped toward her. “You can’t
say that I don’t make effort. Just because I’m in no way materialistic doesn't
mean I don’t care. I love you. I always have. You are my world! I don’t need
things, Felicity, I need you!” His heart ached as it bombarded the inside of his
chest. “I've done everything in my power to make you happy. I don’t know what
else I could have done. And for the record, I’m not the one who’s given up
here!” He raised his voice too, finally giving in to the pent up frustration
he’d been harboring.
“James, we want different things,
accept it. Move on…please!” She opened the door and he made a grab for her. She
swung around and crashed into his arms. Without thinking he took her face in
his hands and kissed her with all the passion he could muster. To his amazement
she didn't slap him; she kissed him back. Dropping her suitcase she seemed overwhelmed
by desire, anger, passion, lust, whatever the hell it was; she grabbed at his dark,
shaggy hair as he ran his hands through hers; desperate to express his love for
her; desperate to make her change her mind.
He moved from her mouth to her
neck, his kisses urgent. Her head rolled backward and she moaned, grabbing at
his T-shirt and pulling it over his head in one swift aggressive move. Before
either could realize what they were doing or how they got there, they staggered
backward and tumbled, wrapped around each other, onto the bed; their lips
locked as their tongues danced and probed each other’s mouths.
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