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It’s here!! Bridge of Hope by me – Lisa J Hobman is released! Yay!

Well the day of book number four is finally here! This book means such a lot to me seeing as I wrote it on the request of the people who read and loved Bridge Over the Atlantic. Greg struck a chord with them (pardon the pun 😉 ) and they wanted more. I was happy to oblige. This is a companion novel which tells Greg’s own story from his POV. You will find out how he became the man he is in Bridge Over the Atlantic and you will see everything through his eyes whilst experiencing his emotions. I sincerely hope you enjoy it ❤
NB: This book is for ages 18+ only
Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Contemporary
Release Date: August 21, 2014
Digital ISBN 10:163112062X ISBN 13:978-1-63112-062-6
Print ISBN-10:1631120638 ISBN-13:978-1-63112-063-3
Love is like a snowflake; beautiful but fleeting in its presence…
I’ve been in love. But I’ve also been lied to, betrayed by those closest to me and I’ve suffered loss. Sadly it’s those last three things that stick with me the most. The only real constants in my life are music, Angus my dog and Rhiannon;
my guitar.
But things changed when she walked into my place of work. All blue eyes, curves and a warmth that could
melt even my hardened heart. I was taken over by feelings that I didn’t expect so soon. Guilt plagued me and I
took my anger out on her.
On Mallory.
But I fell fast and hard and there was nothing I could do to stop it. When she too became the victim of heartbreak I was the only one who understood her pain but I was the last person she wanted help from.
Would I ever convince her that we could be friends? And would I ever accept that she couldn’t love me back?
About Lisa J Hobman
Lisa is a happily married Mum of one with two crazy
dogs.  Originally from Yorkshire, England, Lisa now resides in Scotland – her favourite place in the world.
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 had 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 and studying swallowed up any spare time she had.  Making the move north of the border to Scotland 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.
How to contact Lisa J Hobman:
Excerpt of Bridge of Hope:

Chapter One

January 2011
It had been the same damned nightmare again.
I’d been experiencing what the doctor called night terrors ever since receiving the news that Mairi had been
declared dead. The love of my fucking life… dead.
There were no words to describe the physical pain knotting my insides every
time I realised it was true and not just a cruel dream.
There had been no body to bury. But apparently that’s not uncommon when
people are lost up the side of a mountain like K2. People can lie undiscovered
for years up there, so I’m told.
Sobering thought.
The stupid thing was that I wasn’t even there when it happened, but for
some bizarre reason my psyche had built up its own series of events and
insisted on torturing me with the movie of Mairi’s death every time I closed my
What I wouldn’t give
for a peaceful night’s sleep.
I’d taken on extra work whenever I wasn’t on the water. The boat was
only a seasonal thing anyway. And although tourists loved the area surrounding
the bridge over the Atlantic, taking a trip out on Little Blue on choppy water wasn’t for fainthearted, unseasoned
sailors. So I’d taken on work as a handyman. I was fixing taps, sealing sinks,
unblocking drains. Oddly, all the jobs seemed to be water related. Maybe that
was because I had a combination of water and single malt running through ma veins.
Who knows?
Keeping busy was my intention. Being occupied was the only thing
stopping me from slipping into a deep depression, and I knew all too well how
easy it would’ve been just to let go and fall into the abyss like Mairi did in
my nightmares.
I’d met her when I was out walking. I’d pretty much given up hope of
ever falling in love for real. I’d had a shot at it before—Alice was her name,
but the less said about her right now the better. But life likes to throw in
curveballs every so often. And so there I was up by the Buckle, taking in the
scenery and fresh air, when this fiery-haired girl tripped over her laces and
into my arms. She had the most stunning smile I’d ever seen. And her eyes…
Let’s just say when she gazed up at me she melted my heart. We chatted for ages
and it was just… so natural.
I was never going to be the same again.
Our relationship progressed quickly and was very physical. I was a fair few years older than her but I had no
trouble keeping up, if you know what I mean. I loved every inch of her body
with a passion I’d never experienced before. It was raw and real. I’d sit
watching her as she studied maps and reference books about climbing. Every so
often she’d glance up and catch me staring and she’d just smile, climb into my
lap, and kiss me.
After Alice and I split—I won’t bore you with the details just yet,
let’s just say that she was a nasty piece of work who messed with my head and
broke my heart, more than once—I swore off love and all it entailed. I didn’t need a woman in my life. Or so I
thought. But when I lost Mairi, it was like someone had ripped out ma heart and
stamped on it whilst I watched. The pain was excruciating.
Physical, gut-twisting pain.
I felt sure they’d gotten it wrong. She went to K2 with experienced
climbers. She was an experienced mountaineer too. It’d been her dream for so long. I wasn’t about to stand in
her way, and the thought that she may not come back never even entered my head.
Not being able to say goodbye was the worst thing. The small memorial
service we held was devoid of emotion. It was as if her friends and family were
in some kind of denial.
I think I was too.
Thinking back to the morning she left for the trip broke my heart, but I
couldn’t stop myself.
June 2010
Her long, titian curls fanned out on the pillow beside me and she smiled
as she slept. She was exposed to me from the waist up and I lay there on my
side, willing her to awaken. I wasn’t going to see her for months and I wanted
to get my fill whilst I still could. I gently stroked her chin, down between
her creamy bare breasts to her navel. It was cruel but I wanted her to open her
eyes. Instead she whacked my hand away and muttered expletives. I burst out
laughing, trying my best to do it quietly but failing miserably.
She picked up one of the spare pillows and hit me on the head with it,
making me chuckle again. “Gregory McBradden, you’re a total shit. I was having
a really sexy dream,” she whined, eyes still closed.
I leaned in. With my mouth next to her ear, I whispered, “Open your eyes
and let’s make your dream come true, love.” That got her every time. Goose
bumps pricked her skin and she moaned. Her eyes sprang open and she pounced on
me, pushing me onto my back and straddling my waist.
God, she was so beautiful.
I gazed up at her. Her pert breasts begging for my touch. I was already
hard, but seeing her like this did something to my insides and brought out the
animalistic side of me. I gripped her hips as I inhaled a deep breath, trying
my best to calm the furnace raging beneath my skin. As she bent to take my
mouth in a deep, sensual kiss, her hair cascaded to my chest. Our tongues
slipped and slid together in an erotic dance, and every nerve in my body sprang
to life just for her. Every fibre of my being was drawn to her; needed her.
I swept the hair back from her face and fixed my eyes on hers.
“Do you know how much I love you, Mairi? Do you know how much I’m going
to miss you when you’re gone? It doesn’t matter how far apart we are. You’re
still in here,” I said, touching my head. “And in here.” I touched my chest
over my heart. She stared silently at me for a moment and then closed her eyes.
A tear slipped down her cheek and I caught it with my thumb. “Hey, what’s
She inhaled deeply. “Nothing. I’m just… really nervous about the whole
trip. K2 has been my dream for so long, but now… I’m terrified. What if I’m not
fit enough? What if I can’t do it, Greg?”
I slid my calloused hands up her smooth, taut thighs where they gripped
me, to the dip between her hip and waist as my eyes followed the journey of my
fingers. I swallowed hard at the feel of her muscles tightening under my
caress, and my breath caught in my throat as I replied, “Come on, love, you are fit enough and strong enough. You’ve
been working towards this for so long, how could you not be? You’re bound to be
nervous. But you’re fulfilling a dream, and there’s not many folk can say
they’ve done that. You’ll be fine. Absolutely fine. But I might not be.” I
stuck out my bottom lip, trying to lighten the mood. “My heart might break into
a million pieces when I’m left here by mysel’. What will I do?”
She bent and kissed my nose. And then with a sexy smile, she smoothed
her hands down my chest and it was my turn to shiver.
“You’ll have to dream of me naked on top of you like this, and that’ll
cheer you up.” She rolled her hips, making me bite my lip.
I inhaled deeply. “Aye, I suppose it will. But having you back here
again so I can do this again…” In one sweep of my arms I had her beneath me, my
body between her silky thighs. I sank into her, pleasure radiating from where
we were joined. “… is what I’ll be looking forward to.”
A breathy moan escaped through her full lips. She closed her eyes as she
welcomed me in and slipped her arms around my neck. I kissed her everywhere I
could reach, taking each nipple into my mouth slowly and nibbling on the little
buds as they tightened. Gasping, she fixed her eyes on mine as I moved deep
within her.
Overwhelming emotions ripped through me as I made love to her. My Mairi.
I took in every sensation and every look; my heart aching at the thought of
being apart from her for so long. As she pulsed around me and her orgasm took
her soaring off into the stratosphere, I kept my gaze locked on hers, hoping I
was conveying everything through my eyes that I couldn’t put into words, and I
followed soon after.
Afterwards, we lay there in each other’s arms for what felt like hours.
I was unwilling to let her go, telling myself I’d hold her for a few minutes
more. When she eventually withdrew from my embrace, I lay back and fought the
fears niggling deep within me.
Stupid fears.
What if she meets someone who’s more her age? What if she meets someone
who loves climbing the way she does? What if she doesn’t miss me as much as I
miss her? What if she loves it so much out there that she decides to stay? What
if? What if? What fucking if?
A couple of hours later we set off to the airport, and for the first
part of the journey we both sat in silent contemplation. There were so many
things I wanted to say, but the words never came and I cursed myself for being
so fucking useless at expressing myself.
Luckily, she knew what I was like. I’d spent the day before looking for
songs to express how I felt and I’d made a CD. The silence in the car was
deafening and so I reached over and hit play. I made eye contact with her for a
few moments as the opening chords to “I Will Remember You” by Ryan Cabrera
filled the small space between us. Turning my eyes back to the road, I saw her
in my peripheral vision, wiping her eyes as her lip trembled.
At the airport I pulled her into my arms and held her against my chest.
I knew she must have felt the rapid pounding of my heart as we stood inside the
terminal. Tears threatened. My eyes were desperate to give them up, but I tried
so hard not to make the situation more difficult than it already was.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I pulled away and gazed into her emerald eyes
one last time.
My voice wavered as I told her, “I’m not going to say goodbye because I
hate that word and we’ll be back together before you know it anyway. So I’m
going to say have a great time and stay safe. And know that I’ll be thinking of
you every moment whilst you’re gone.”
Pulling me toward her, she kissed me with a ferocity that took my breath
away. I fisted my hands in her hair and returned the kiss with equal passion.
When I eventually pulled away, I cupped her face in my hands and stroked the
apples of her cheeks with my thumbs. “It’s just a few months, love. Go and show
’em what you’re made of, eh?”
She nodded and gripped my hands where they lay on her skin. Relentless
tears spilled from her eyes as she let go and turned to walk away. All my fears
bubbled to the surface once again and I couldn’t hold back. “I love you, Mairi.
And one day I want to marry you!” I shouted.
As soon as the words left my mouth I clamped it shut.
We’d never discussed marriage before. But I have a tendency to say
what’s on my mind without thinking about the consequences, and this was one of
those times. I was filled with dread. Had I just given her a ticket to
Get-Out-Ville? Again, fuck! My heart hammered like it was trying to do a
fucking runner and my mouth went dry.
The people around us stopped and stared.
Mairi halted in her tracks and I froze. She turned to face me, her mouth
open in what I can only describe as utter, mind-frying shock. I swallowed hard,
my mind racing to find something to say to take the words back. But a beautiful
smile appeared on her face. She ran toward me and flung her arms around my
neck, her legs around my waist. Everyone around us applauded as I hugged her
into my body before letting her go and setting her down again. With one last
heart-melting smile she stroked my cheek, turned, and walked away.


Oh my WORD!!! I am sooooo excited to share this with you all!!

Genre: FICTION / Romance / Contemporary
Release Date: August 21, 2014
Digital ISBN 10:163112062X ISBN 13:978-1-63112-062-6
Print ISBN-10:1631120638 ISBN-13:978-1-63112-063-3
Love is like a snowflake; beautiful but fleeting in its presence…
I’ve been in love. But I’ve also been lied to, betrayed by those closest to me and I’ve suffered loss. Sadly it’s those last three things that stick with me the most. The only real constants in my life are music, Angus my dog and Rhiannon; my guitar.
But things changed when she walked into my place of work. All blue eyes, curves and a warmth that could melt even my hardened heart. I was taken over by feelings that I didn’t expect so soon. Guilt plagued me and I took my anger out on her.
On Mallory.
But I fell fast and hard and there was nothing I could do to stop it. When she too became the victim of heartbreak I was the only one who understood her pain but I was the last person she wanted help from.

Would I ever convince her that we could be friends? And would I ever accept that she couldn’t love me back?

One Year On – The Rollercoaster Ride Continues!

Today marks the one year anniversary of the publishing of my debut novel Bridge Over the Atlantic. They say ‘Time flies when you’re having fun’ and I guess that, seeing as it feels like only yesterday, it must be true!  This year has seen some dramatic changes in my life. I became a full time writer firstly. That was something I never expected. But it has been an amazing experience.

My debut novel which was shortlisted in the contemporary romance category at The RoNAs

My debut novel which was shortlisted in the contemporary romance category at The RoNAs

I have appeared in national and local press and been featured on lots of blogs by fabulous bloggers who share my passion for books. It’s so wonderful to receive such positive support from people and I always try to reciprocate that support. I have made some really good friends out there in the writing world too, authors and readers alike and I love that I have so many people to communicate with about my passion. To be shortlisted for a national award by The Romantic Novelists Association was just astounding! I think after overcoming the shock I cried for an hour solid! The event that took place in London on March 17th was fantastic and I got to meet one of my favourite authors of all time – Lisa Jewell

Official pic of contemporary romance category shortlisted authors courtesy of The RNA

Official pic of contemporary romance category shortlisted authors courtesy of The RNA

Bridge Over the Atlantic will always be my novel ‘baby’. It was the first attempt I made at writing a book. I had no clue how it would go or if anyone would be in the slightest bit interested in what I had to say. But a year on and the response to the book—especially to Greg—has blown me away!

Quote from Greg - Bridge Over the Atlantic

Quote from Greg – Bridge Over the Atlantic

He probably should have his own fan club! When I wrote the book I always pictured Gerard Butler as Greg and it still is a dream of mine to one day see the book turned into a movie. I wonder if I could convince Mister Butler to play the part 😉 I suppose I have to be realistic though as I think every author probably shares that dream and it happens to so few books when you look at the great scheme of things. But I can still dream!

I have had some wonderful messages over this past year from people who have read Bridge Over the Atlantic and have fallen in love with Scotland and the Highlands as a result. It touches my heart to hear people telling me how my book reached them emotionally too as that was one of the things I was most nervous about; would the emotion come across?

The reviews—good and bad—have taught me so much and although it’s hard to read the more negative ones they have helped me to realise that I can’t please everyone. All I can do is try my best and write from the heart.

Editing has begun on the companion novel now and this will be out in October. That feels like such a long time away but I think we all know it will be here before we know it and so I won’t go wishing the time away.

Tag line pic from Bridge of Hope

Tag line pic from Bridge of Hope

What I will say finally is a HUGE thank you to my family, my friends and my publishing company 5 Prince Publishing for the continued encouragement and support.

Here are some of the images from this last year that tell the story of my journey as an author.

My debut novel which was shortlisted in the contemporary romance category at The RoNAs

My debut novel which was shortlisted in the contemporary romance category at The RoNAs

My first publicity shot taken by Craig at Craig Photography Studio

My first publicity shot taken by Craig at Craig Photography Studio

The stunning updated cover for my second novel

The stunning updated cover for my second novel

Me with Lisa Jewell

Me with Lisa Jewell at The RoNAs

RNA Awards Contemporary Romance Category 2014

RNA Awards Contemporary Romance Category 2014

Celebrating publishing

Celebrating publishing

My first book signing event!

My first book signing event!

Quote from Greg - Bridge Over the Atlantic

Quote from Greg – Bridge Over the Atlantic

Me and the fab cake I had at my launch party

Me and the fab cake I had at my launch party

My third novel The Girl Before Eve

My third novel The Girl Before Eve

The wonderful publishers who gave me a chance

The wonderful publishers who gave me a chance

The actual Bridge Over the Atlantic in the Highlands that inspired my debut novel

The actual Bridge Over the Atlantic in the Highlands that inspired my debut novel

Exciting news! Bridge Over the Atlantic is SHORTLISTED!!

This has been a huge week for me and my publishing company 5 Prince Publishing!  Not only have some fab books been released but my debut novel Bridge Over the Atlantic has been shortlisted for the Romantic Novel of the Year Award (RoNA) through the Romantic Novelists Association in the UK!

RNA Awards 2014 Contemporary Authors

This is such a big deal for me and I have been a little starstruck to say the least. Seeing that one of my favourite authors Lisa Jewell is shortlisted in the same category was rather a huge surprise! This means that when I attend the awards ceremony in March down in London I get to meet Lisa Jewell along with Darcy Bussell and lots of other wonderful authors! This is a real dream come true for me and I never expected all of this when I began writing after relocating to Scotland in May 2012.

RNA Awards 2014 Contemporary

I’m not expecting to win seeing as I’m up against some very talented people but what an absolute honour to have got this far in a national awards!

I wanted to say a HUGE thank you to everyone who has bought, read and reviewed the book. Your support means such a lot and I’m delighted to have been give this amazing honour.

You can buy my books in paperback and ebook from most online retailers. And for Valentine’s Day only my third novel The Girl Before Eve is reduced to 99c/77p!


The Girl Before Eve Book Trailer by Gin’s Book Notes

Since beginning my journey into writing I have been fascinated by the variety of methods of promoting my books and whilst researching I came across a very talented lady called Ginny of www.ginsbooknotes.com.  Ginny makes quote pics and book trailers for authors to assist them in sharing the news about their books in interesting and unique ways.

Excerpt from The Girl Before Eve

Excerpt from The Girl Before Eve

After she made some wonderful quote pics for me I enquired about the possibility of having a book trailer done too.  I was expecting it to be way out of my financial bounds but was pleasantly surprised.  Ginny was great to work with and discussed the whole process with me.

I am delighted with the end result and hope that you love it too!

My third novel The Girl Before Eve is now available from the following outlets:

5 Prince Books

Amazon UK


iTunes UK


Barnes & Noble


All Romance

The Girl Before Eve is here!!

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Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com

Genre: Fiction/Romance/Contemporary

Release Date: January 30, 2014

Digital ISBN 13: 978-1-939217-95-0   ISBN 10: 1-939217-95-4

Print ISBN 13: 978-1-939217-96-7     ISBN 10: 1-939217-96-2

Purchase link : www.5princebooks.com/buy.html

Out NOW in ebook and paperback!

Out NOW in ebook and paperback!

Please note this book is appropriate for ages 18+ due to some mature content.

Unrequited love is the biggest heartache… 

Lily and Adam have been best friends since the dawn of time. Well, the dawn of their time. Okay…since primary school actually. Everyone accepted them as best friends. Until one day, aged 18, Lily made a fateful discovery. She was head over heels in love.

With Adam.

Her unrequited feelings are hard to deal with initially but become even harder when Lily inadvertently introduces him to the love of his life. It all started as a bit of a joke thanks to the other woman’s name.


Many years later and Adam is once again single and heartbroken and Lily is there to help him pick up the pieces. Her methods are sometimes a little unorthodox and lead to ridiculous consequences.

Can Lily help Adam move on and find happiness again? And can either of the friends recover from losing the love of their lives?

Sometimes the one thing you want is way out of reach.

Excerpt of The Girl Before Eve:

Friends Will Be Friends (Queen)

The Beginning of Lily and Adam – Primary School 1986

“She is my friend, Stewart Campbell, and if I see you pinch anything from her ever, ever again or try to push her over, I will punch you on the nose, and then I’ll tell Mrs. Craven and she’ll tell your mum, and then you’ll be grounded…forever!” Adam yelled as he towered over the snivelling little blonde-haired boy whose T-shirt he was grasping.

“I’m going to tell my dad on you, and he’ll come to your house and kick your dad’s arse, and he’s lots bigger than your dad, you smelly pig!” Stewart retorted through his tears and threw the packet of crisps on the playground, the contents spilling out. He stamped on the crisps, crumbling them under his feet.

Adam laughed in the other boy’s face. “Oh no, he isn’t, and now I’m going to tell Mrs. Craven that you said a swear word! Don’t you ever hurt her again, do you hear me? She’s a girl and you should never, ever hit girls or pinch their snack. And now you’ve dropped it on the floor and she hasn’t got one. You’re just mean and nasty, Stewart Campbell. And that’s why nobody likes you!” Adam released the blonde boy’s T-shirt and pushed him away. The boy ran off to the other side of the playground just as the lunchtime supervisor came around the corner. She must have noticed the gathered crowd of children.

“Everything alright over here, Adam?” the tall, red-haired lady asked with a sour look on her face.

“Yes, Mrs. Craven. Stewart Campbell said a rude word though, so I told him off and said I was going to tell.”

“Oh did he now? That boy needs to learn some manners. I think I’ll tell his teacher. Perhaps a quick call home might be in order.” Mrs. Craven glanced toward Adam’s friend just as Lily wiped the tears from her eyes and pushed the mass of wild, dark curls from her damp face. “Lily? Have you been crying?”

Lily nodded.

“What happened?” Mrs. Craven asked, narrowing her eyes.

Lily worriedly looked to Adam.

“It’s okay, Mrs. Craven. Stewart was being mean and he took her snack and threw it on the floor and stamped on it. But I told him off for that, too.”

Mrs. Craven smiled and ruffled Adam’s scruffy, dark hair. “Eeeh, for nothing but a six-year-old boy you do look after her well, don’t you, son? You keep that up.” She patted his head lightly and then turned to walk over to where Stewart had run off to sulk.

Once Mrs. Craven was out of sight and the crowd of children had dispersed, Adam turned to Lily. “Here, you can have the rest of my crisps if you like.” He held out the blue crinkly packet to her.

“Thank you, Adders,” she croaked, almost in a whisper. “Youre my bestest friend.”

“Aye, I know that and you’re my bestest friend too, Lil, and Stewart Campbell is just a big meanie. You need to stay away from him. I’ll make sure he isn’t nasty to you again though. Don’t worry.” The two children walked over to the grass and sat down side by side.

“Are you coming to my house for tea on Saturday? My papa says we can have the paddling pool out if it’s sunny?” Lily asked munching on the salt and vinegar crisps.

Adam nodded. “Yep…I can’t wait. I’ve got one of those big water pistols that soak you through, so you’d better watch out.” He nudged her with a wide grin fixed in place.

She giggled. “Yeah, well I’m going to make sure I get my big sand castle bucket out then, and it holds about ten gallons of water, so you’d better watch out.” She nudged him back.

He snorted. “It does not! And anyway I’m a faster runner than you, so you’d better watch out.” He chuckled.

“It does, too! And you’re not faster than me…you run like a girl!” Lily jumped to her feet and set off at a sprint, her musical laughter echoing behind her.

“I’ll get you Lily Macrae! Just you wait!” Adam laughed heartily as he sprang up from the grass and set off in pursuit.

And there began the soundtrack to Adam and Lily’s lives…

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Awesome October!

Well hello there!  And welcome back to my blog.  The month of October is shaping up to be an exciting one for me.  Why is that?  I hear you cry!  😀

Well…it’s all about the books folks.  From October 1st 2013 the eBook of my debut novel Bridge Over the Atlantic is being reduced in price to $0.99/£0.77 for the month.  IF YOU DECIDE TO PURCHASE PLEASE CHECK THE PRICE PRIOR TO PURCHASE IN CASE OF ANY DELAY IN THE PRICE REDUCTION.  So if you love contemporary romance then why not check it out?!  Although it’s not classed as erotica it’s really only aimed at readers aged 18+.


Here’s the blurb for the book:

Mallory Westerman is a full-figured, successful, young business woman living in Yorkshire, England. Though very career minded, she is extremely self-conscious about her ample curves and so her love life tends to pay the price.

Concentrating solely on her business, she has almost given up on finding someone to love. That is until she literally trips into the arms of a stranger who becomes her Knight in shining armour.

The immediate sexual and romantic spark that blossoms into love and the events that follow, irrevocably change Mallory’s life-path and self-image forever, but only go to prove that the road to true love is never smooth and that things don’t always turn out how you expect…

So what else does October hold in store?

On October 11th I get to share my THIRD book cover with you all!  Book number three is set to release January 2014 and I am loving my new cover!  Viola Estrella has once again worked wonders with my copious notes and has created something that I will feel proud to have my name upon.

Also in October I am on tour!  A virtual tour that is 😀  I will be travelling around other blogs for a week with a variety of posts that I’m hoping you will really enjoy.  You will discover snippets of useless information about me, discover the story behind my second novel Through the Glass and you will get a little more insight into one particular character who has proved rather popular.

Anyhoo…if you would like to read my debut novel at the reduced price then here are the links you will need can be found HERE.  PLEASE CHECK THE PRICE BEFORE PURCHASE IN CASE OF ANY DELAY IN THE REDUCTION TAKING PLACE!!

Something in the Scottish air?

Well it’s a hat trick folks!  I have just signed my THIRD publishing contract!  I am sure there is something in the Scottish air as I never in my wildest dreams would have expected this when we relocated just over a year ago.

I am still working with the ever growing independent publishing company 5 Prince Publishing who continue to show the most wonderful support and faith in my abilities; which both delights and humbles me.  Getting one contract was immense…two was astounding and now…words ALMOST fail me 😉  But you know that I have a tendency to ramble so there’s not much chance of complete silence.

Lisa Book Covers

So here I am again, thinking about book cover designs!  You know me.  I get my priorities a little skewed.  Instead of thinking of the edits and the content at the moment all I can think is “How pretty is it going to look?”  As this is another stand alone book I think I am leaning toward a similar style cover to my previous two, with my name in the same font as before.  I believe it’s referred to as branding.  A new concept to me but one I am fast becoming accustomed with.


Now speaking of the Scottish air, the temperature has dropped significantly today!  I have even resorted to turning on my central heating!  Shock horror!  It would be lovely to think that this was a temporary blip but having lived here for just over a year now I am guessing that perhaps winter is well and truly on its way.  And in all honesty I really don’t mind.  I am quite a fan of autumn with its rusty reds, golds and browns.  And so it is with a big smile that I will pull out my woollies and boots and set them back in my wardrobe to replace the thinner items there at the moment.

We had out very first harvest of veg from the plot in our garden this week too which was wonderful!  Onions, carrots, potatoes, apples and blackberries.IMG_20130915_130848

It’s quite a sense of achievement for Hubby considering he has put so much work into it this year.  And there is something rather satisfying about eating fresh produce straight from your own garden!

Well, that’s my news for now folks!  So bye from my little corner of Scotland.  I will share more news when I have it.  Oh and if you read and enjoy Through the Glass or Bridge Over the Atlantic (which I really hope you do) then please leave a review and spread the word!

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One Crazy Week! Bridge Over the Atlantic Nominated!

Hello everyone!

I just thought I would post a little update on how things are going with me and my venture into the world of romance novel writing!

Through the Glass out now!

Through the Glass out now!

It’s been quite a week to say the least.  As you will know if you read my blog regularly, my second novel Through the Glass was published at the end of last week!  It’s so surreal to see my name on the front of a book and in online stores.  But it’s wonderful to hear from people who tell me they have read my books and have enjoyed them.  The reviews are starting to build up which is fantastic.

What made this week such a wild ride was discovering that Bridge Over the Atlantic has been nominated for a Novel Grounds Literary Award for BEST ROMANCE!!  To say I was over the moon when I found out is probably an understatement!  I was so happy I wanted to share the news!  This is a really big deal to me and even if I don’t win (and boy is competition tough!) it was so wonderful to know that people enjoyed Bridge Over the Atlantic enough to nominate it in the first place.

Bridge Over the Atlantic is nominated!

Bridge Over the Atlantic is nominated!

There are several different categories to vote in so if you get a chance pop on over to Novel Grounds and place your votes for your favourite book.  One vote in each category is all you are allowed.

I am now awaiting news on my third novel which has been submitted and I will post more info when I can.  And so the excitement continues!  Thank you so much to everyone who has read my books and continues to support me and read my blog!



Lisa J Hobman (that’s me!) Second novel Through the Glass published!!

It is with great excitement and a huge lump of emotion lodged in my throat that I can announce the publishing of my second novel Through the Glass!  The words ‘Yipeeee!’, ‘Squeeeeeee!’ and ‘Yay!’ spring to mind 😀

Anyhoo…here is a little info to whet your appetite…

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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

Lisa is a happily married Mum of one with two crazy dogs.  She especially enjoys being creative; has worked as a singer and now writes pretty much full time.  Lisa and her family relocated just over a year ago from Yorkshire, England to their beloved Scotland; a place of happy holidays and memories for them.

Writing has always been something Lisa has enjoyed, although in the past it has centered on poetry and song lyrics.  Her stories have been building in her mind for a long while but until the relocation, she never had the time to put them 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.Through the Glass is her second novel and number three is waiting in the wings!

 How to contact Lisa J Hobman







EXCERPT :  For ages 18+

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 recognise 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 centre 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 favour.” 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 theinside 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 harbouring.

“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.

I hope you enjoy Through the Glass 🙂