New Release - Bridge of Hope by Lisa J Hobman

Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Contemporary
Release Date: August 21, 2014

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.  She especially enjoys being creative; has worked as a singer and now runs her own little craft business where she makes hanging signs and decorations for the home. Lisa and her family recently relocated 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.  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!

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How an Accountant Becomes a Writer

Seriously? Do I look like an accountant?
How does an accountant become a writer? Well, I never intended to be an accountant. When I was in high school, I never dreamed I’d go to college. It seemed like something my lower middle class family wouldn’t be able to afford. In high school, I took courses with the plan to be an executive secretary. When my father told me he could manage to send me to college only months before I graduated high school, I was stunned. I certainly had no idea what I wanted to be when I grew up.

A general business degree seemed like the closest curriculum to being a secretary, so I enrolled and listed my major as general business. Of all the concentrations in general business, accounting made the most sense to me. At its basic level, it was simple. Asset = Liabilities + Equity. You couldn’t go wrong with a balanced equation like that. Okay, well, trust me, accounting isn’t always that simple. Sometimes we accountants have to get...creative. Accounting seems like an analytical, left-brain sort of thing to do, doesn’t it? One of my friends from high school told me at our ten-year reunion that she always knew I’d do something like accounting because I was so good in math. Uh, no. I wasn’t.

When I graduated from college with an accounting degree, I said I would be the most atypical accountant there ever was. Well, I'm not, but I might be coming pretty close.

I think there’s always been a deep well of inclination inside me to be something else, some more. I’ve always had the urge to creatively express myself. When I was in high school, my friend Brenda and I read every Harlequin romance we could get our hands on. Those romances inspired me. The ah-ha moments got to me every time. You know, those moments when the hero and heroine realize they love each other and can’t live without one another. That moment. Tugged at my heartstrings. I wanted to write something like that. So I wrote my first romance when I was in high school. Seventeen pages on school-ruled paper and an obvious rip off of the last romance I’d read. I don’t even have that story any longer. Just as well. It sucked.

When I was in my twenties, I tried writing songs. I can tell you right now that my lyrics never had the depth or complexity that my daughter’s lyrics do. She amazes me. Truth is, I was never meant to be a songwriter. Most of what I wrote will never see the light of day, but there was one song I thought was pretty good. I’ll share the lyrics with you at the end of this post. Once again, I tried to write a novel because I’d read so many Robert Ludlum books that the fast-paced, suspense-filled adventure with a hint of romance captured my imagination. At about the fourth chapter, I realized I lacked the skills to write such a novel and my suspense manuscript digressed into...well, a comedy. A spoof on the action adventure genre. I gave it up, fearing my efforts lacked credibility.

In my thirties, I was too busy being a part time accountant and a full time wife and mommy to do much of anything else. But then, I hit my forties and all that creativity that I had suppressed and the need to express myself just sort of burst in my mind. You see, I had this daydreaming habit. That kind of habit can be a bit...unhealthy if it goes too far. Thankfully, before it became a deep psychological problem, I turned all that daydreaming into a dream. I remembered the writing I had done when I was younger and realized that was a perfect outlet for my daydreams.

Now I call those dreams inspiration and don’t feel quite so guilty about spending my thoughtful times indulging in them. I spent a decade churning out one manuscript after another. I will always have something on my hard drive to edit and polish for the purpose of publication. And I keep coming up with new ideas. I’ll never run out stories. Not in this lifetime. So here I am with six books available for purchase and three more to come by the end of 2014. Seven more planned for 2015. Nope, I don’t plan to stop living the writing dream.

And that’s how an accountant becomes a writer.

Here’s the lyrics to that song I promised you. It’s call Cold December Morning. PS—When I wrote it, it wasn’t December. It was March. And no one has ever left me like that. I’ve been married to the love of my life for thirty plus years. So, no, this isn’t about my life and I don’t know where it came from.

Cold December Morning

Whisper to me softly
the things I want to hear.
Don’t tell me that you’re leaving.
It’s the thing that I most fear.
Don’t tell me that our love is cold
and gray just like the dawn.
On a cold December morning,
don’t say our love is gone.

Can you tell me truly
our love has been a lie?
Do you want to know the answer?
Do you even wonder why?
I keep clinging to the hope
our love’s not made of stone.
On a cold December morning.
don’t say our love is gone

Your bags are packed and ready.
They’re waiting in the hall.
Can you pass the moments of our life
still hanging on the wall?
Can you turn your back on all we had
and all that’s meant to be?
On a cold December morning,
will you come back to me?



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Strange things start happening at the old Petrie place, so Gran hires Bo’s Paranormal Extermination Service to help her with her problem, but her granddaughter Liza Petrie can smell a con artist when she gets a good whiff of her old high school crush, Bo Hendricks. To get rid of the dangers lurking in Gran’s house, both natural and paranormal, Liza must overcome her distrust and help Bo exterminate the ghosts in the garden.




Just Romantic Suspense: Take My Breath Away Heroes

Just Romantic Suspense: Take My Breath Away Heroes: With: Denise Moncrief For me, romantic suspense is all about the take-my-breath-away moments. The best of the genre builds until two p...


Do You Believe In Ghosts?

The paranormal fascinates and scares me at the same time. Because I don’t understand it, I am reluctant to get too close to it. Like a snake that might bite. I’m fascinated with shows like Ghost Hunters and Ghost Adventures. Yes, I realize those shows are probably so far from reality and heavily scripted that it’s unreal, yet the thought of someone communicating from beyond death intrigues me. If any of the claims on Ghost Adventures are real, then I suspect Zak Bagans got a little too close and is now dealing with the consequences of messing with something he didn’t understand. He claims an evil entity followed him home from one of his investigations. If that can happen, then I don’t want to get anywhere near an evil entity and I certainly don’t want to provoke it.

For the record, I don’t believe in ghosts or apparitions as popularly defined. I don’t believe that a soul is somehow stuck between heaven and earth, restless until he or she finds a way to move on. Okay, I know I probably just offended someone, somewhere, but please allow me a moment to explain. I believe there is a supernatural realm where things happen that we normally can’t see, hear, touch, taste, or smell. A barrier or veil keeps us humans from seeing into that realm. If we could experience everything that happens there, I don’t think our human minds could absorb the overload of stimuli.

Yes, I believe there is a higher power that I call God, and I think sometimes He allows the veil to part so an individual can see more than he or she would normally see, and when that happens, the person experiences something paranormal that simply cannot be explained by human definitions of normal. We humans have tried to explain the supernatural or the paranormal with our limited understanding, because we like to explain everything and we are arrogant enough to think we can.

Recently, I asked my friends on Facebook if they believed in ghosts and if any of them would mind sharing their experiences with me. Many replied in the comments to the status, and a few replied by private chat. I promised I wouldn’t relate their stories unless they gave me specific permission, so I won’t give details here. What surprised me was how many people in my small group of friends had had an experience and how similar so many of those experiences were.

Many people have lost a loved one, sometimes unexpectedly, and experienced the peace of having their loved one communicate with them from beyond death. I have no doubt these experiences are real. There were too many to deny. Can a loved one communicate from beyond death? Why not? If a higher power can pull back the veil of the supernatural, why can’t He also allow someone’s loved one to break through the veil to give the person left behind some comfort? Many people who experienced this felt great comfort from being visited by the person he or she loved so dearly and missed so much.

Are there other paranormal experiences that can’t be explained? Certainly, and although it helps us humans to define the experiences, I’m not still not convinced the paranormal can be explained by the popular definition of ghosts. I still believe the unexplained is simply that: unexplained.

My own experience? When I was first married, I lived with my husband in a ground-floor apartment with a sliding glass door that faced the parking lot. He often worked the night shift and I of course worked days, so there were many times I would go to sleep alone in the apartment. Countless times I would wake up and find several people I had never seen before floating above the footboard of my bed dressed in the clothing of the late 1800s. They never spoke, but I knew somehow they were my ancestors and they were watching over me because I had never lived on my own and sleeping in the apartment by myself terrified me. Once I knew they were there, I would fall back to sleep, comforted that I was being guarded. Can I explain this experience in rational terms? No. Do I believe I wasn’t dreaming? Yes. I experienced this many times, the experiences stopped when we moved to a second floor apartment, and I’ve never experienced anything like it again.

So do I believe in ghosts? Not really. Do I believe things happen that can’t be explained? Yes. And even though, I don’t believe in ghosts per se, I still find it fascinating to read about the paranormal and fun to write ghost stories.


Do I Have a Criminal Mind?

Photo courtesy of Wiki Commons from the public domain.

Why am I fascinated with serial killers? I don’t know. You know, I’d never heard of the BTK killer until I researched serial killers several years ago. The story got to me so much that I stopped doing what I was doing that night and prayed the killer would get caught. The next day they arrested the guy. After years of looking for him. Was there a connection between my prayer and his arrest? I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe it was just his time to get caught. Or maybe, like they say, God works in mysterious ways. Whatever the case, I’m glad the killer is locked up.

Real life is a lot different from a television show or a novel. Real people died at the hands of BTK. Real people lost loved ones. Fiction is a lot easier to handle. You can distance yourself from the horror of it by telling yourself it’s not real. Sometimes. One of my favorite shows is Criminal Minds. Every episode is about a serial killer or a spree killer. Yesterday, I watched several episodes back to back. I had to stop watching after a while, because that much twisted stuff can get to me. After a few episodes, I started wondering if that kind of stuff can really happen. And then I thought about BTK.

They caught that guy through his computer. Imagine. What would my computer say about me? If a forensic computer geek were to check my Google history, he or she might find some interesting searches. In my quest to add a bit of authenticity to my writing, I’ve asked some questions that might look...I don’t know...questionable. I’m no criminal mind. The thought of hurting another living thing makes me cringe. But certainly my Google searches might appear a bit...criminal. Here are a few examples:

1.     Has anyone ever hid a meth lab in a cave?
2.     How does one fire a gun properly?
3.     How can you tell someone has been in prison by their body language or mannerisms?
4.     How long does one stay in prison for possession of meth with intent to distribute?
5.     How long does it take for a body to completely decompose?
6.     How does one acquire a permit to carry a gun in Arkansas?
7.     How long does a body stay in the water before it floats to the surface?
8.     How long before the tracks of someone’s drug addiction disappears?

Of course, my obsession with serial killers might arouse suspicion. Then, there’s my frequent searches for abandoned buildings in various locales. Or my search of the various canals in New Orleans. Whatever do I intend to do with this information? The searches for how different drugs interact with each other doesn’t look good for me either.

So here’s my disclaimer. I’m a writer. I research weird stuff. That’s what I do.


#CoverReveal - Dangled Carat by Hilary Grossman

New Cover!

For every girl who wondered if she should love him or dump him.....

For every girl who listened to her heart instead of her friends advice....

For every girl who l wondered if she was wasting her time dating that guy....

meet Hilary....

She had gotten used to dating the commitment-phobic Marc, thirteen years her senior. They had a great relationship--why rush into things? She saw no need to pressure him for marriage, believing that when the time was right, he would propose. But after they had been together for four years, their friends decided to take matters into their own hands, pushing Marc to propose and making Hilary realize how much she really did want to marry the man that she loved. Unfortunately, Marc still wasn't ready--and their friends' meddling in the form of a faux engagement party led to a disastrous New Year's Eve that brought their relationship to an inevitable turning point.

For anyone who has ever dated a commitment-phobe, who has found their patience wearing thin with the one they love, or who has sat around wondering if he is ever going to pop the question while trying to remain the very picture of patience and grace, Hilary's humorous and honest story will hit home.

"Dangled Carat sparkles with humor and shines with wisdom. It is a gem of a book." - Christina Baker Kline - New York Times Best Selling Author of Orphan Train.

"Fans of Sex and the City - Grossman makes a reference to Carrie Bradshaw and Mr. Big - will enjoy the story, but its real-girl charm should draw an even wider crowd." - Kirkus Reviews.

Ebook $2.99, Paperback $9.93

Hilary Grossman dated a guy so commitment-phobic that she was able to write a book about their relationship.  She has an unhealthy addiction to denim and shoes.  She loves to find humor in every day life.  And she likens life to a game of dodgeball - she tries to keep many balls in the air before they smack her in the face. When she isn't writing or blogging she is the CFO of a beverage alcohol importer.  She lives on Long Island.

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