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Blurb
Loneliness
is a desolate feeling that claws its way into the very
fabric
of your life, dragging you to despair. It is an isolation of your
heart
and soul and a rejection of everything you are, and everything
you
try to be, by the very people who should be showering you with
love
and acceptance...
A
life of solitude becomes the norm for Charlotte Whittaker. An
emptiness fills
her
with a void so big that she finds herself running to escape
it—running to be alone...
It
takes a new country and a new outlook on friendship for her to begin
to build up her
trust
in others again.
Easton
James wraps his heart in tissue paper, locking it away and hiding the
key, as he
tries
to put distance between it and the life he thought was already paved
for him.
He
walks a lonely man—a band of patient friends by his side—searching
for
answers that will reunite him with the man he knows hides
deep
inside of himself.
Travelling
roads of uncertainty that push and pull them like magnets,
the
pair discover a middle ground on uncharted territory that gives them
hope
for a chance at a new kind of love.
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Her
eyes meet mine again, and I clench my jaw as I see them change ever
so slightly, as if her walls are building back up again, as if she is
desperate to hide away whatever it is that is hurting her.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I lean back on my elbows and stare up at the sky. It’s clear tonight, not a single cloud obstructing the beautiful canvas of brightly lit stars. “Did you also know… that stars don’t actually twinkle?”
She sits cross-legged, her head hanging down and her finger drawing patterns in the patch of soil in front of her. Turning to look at me again, she eyes me suspiciously. “Are you just making this shit up for something to say?” I am gifted a lopsided smile before she lifts her head so that she is looking at the sky. “Go on then. Enlighten me.”
Dropping back completely, I lie on the ground and stretch my legs out in front of me, linking my fingers behind my head as my gaze returns to the sky. “Yeah, so stars just appear to twinkle. The twinkle that we see isn’t a property of the star whatsoever. It’s actually caused by the earth’s turbulent atmosphere.”
Charlie stares at me, looking genuinely interested in the words spewing from my lips.
“As light from a star passes through the atmosphere, especially when it appears near the horizon, it must also pass through several layers of rapidly differing density, which in turn deflects the light.”
I look over at her again, but this time, her brows narrow, confusion painting itself across her pretty face. Not wanting to lose her in scientific jargon, I attempt to explain it differently. “Think of it as a ball in a pinball machine. The light eventually gets to your eyes, but every deflection causes it to change in color and intensity. The result is what we commonly refer to as ‘twinkling’.”
Charlie mimics my position, lying back on the ground beside me, her hands folding loosely over her stomach, and she turns her head in my direction. Her eyes dance across my face, and her voice drops, curiosity seeping into her tone. “So what happens above the earth’s atmosphere?”
“Nothing.” I give a gentle shake of my head, pretending to not notice the way her eyes have stopped moving, her gaze now lingering on my mouth. “Stars don’t twinkle. Not from up there anyway.”
She looks back up at the inky blackness. “Then I think I’d prefer to stay down here where at least there is an illusion of twinkling.” She lifts her arms up and reaches toward the sky, stretching them. “You really are full of random facts, aren’t you?”
“Yeah.” My lips pull tight, and even though I have no desire to think of Bethany, especially with Charlie lying beside me, my thoughts lead right to her.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I lean back on my elbows and stare up at the sky. It’s clear tonight, not a single cloud obstructing the beautiful canvas of brightly lit stars. “Did you also know… that stars don’t actually twinkle?”
She sits cross-legged, her head hanging down and her finger drawing patterns in the patch of soil in front of her. Turning to look at me again, she eyes me suspiciously. “Are you just making this shit up for something to say?” I am gifted a lopsided smile before she lifts her head so that she is looking at the sky. “Go on then. Enlighten me.”
Dropping back completely, I lie on the ground and stretch my legs out in front of me, linking my fingers behind my head as my gaze returns to the sky. “Yeah, so stars just appear to twinkle. The twinkle that we see isn’t a property of the star whatsoever. It’s actually caused by the earth’s turbulent atmosphere.”
Charlie stares at me, looking genuinely interested in the words spewing from my lips.
“As light from a star passes through the atmosphere, especially when it appears near the horizon, it must also pass through several layers of rapidly differing density, which in turn deflects the light.”
I look over at her again, but this time, her brows narrow, confusion painting itself across her pretty face. Not wanting to lose her in scientific jargon, I attempt to explain it differently. “Think of it as a ball in a pinball machine. The light eventually gets to your eyes, but every deflection causes it to change in color and intensity. The result is what we commonly refer to as ‘twinkling’.”
Charlie mimics my position, lying back on the ground beside me, her hands folding loosely over her stomach, and she turns her head in my direction. Her eyes dance across my face, and her voice drops, curiosity seeping into her tone. “So what happens above the earth’s atmosphere?”
“Nothing.” I give a gentle shake of my head, pretending to not notice the way her eyes have stopped moving, her gaze now lingering on my mouth. “Stars don’t twinkle. Not from up there anyway.”
She looks back up at the inky blackness. “Then I think I’d prefer to stay down here where at least there is an illusion of twinkling.” She lifts her arms up and reaches toward the sky, stretching them. “You really are full of random facts, aren’t you?”
“Yeah.” My lips pull tight, and even though I have no desire to think of Bethany, especially with Charlie lying beside me, my thoughts lead right to her.
Author
Bio
Eleanor
Lloyd Jones
Raised
in a little village in North Wales, a fierce love of books and
reading was instilled in her by her parents from a very early age,
and she has vivid memories of reading secretly under the blankets
with a torch for hours after lights out, often getting caught! She
was blown away by The Borribles Trilogy - Michael De Larrabeiti at
nine years old, and it was then that Eleanor Lloyd-Jones fell head
over heels with the idea of imaginary worlds.
A
persistent and professional daydreamer, something she still prides
herself on being, she spent most of her early childhood inside her
own head making up stories or scenarios, climbing trees, building
dens or doing anything arts and crafty. Music also played a huge part
of her young life. Growing up on The Beatles, U2 and Status Quo, her
obsession with Top of the Pops and vinyl twelve inches grew into a
love affair with music that has only grown and expanded over time:
there is rarely a moment where music is not playing in her life, and
in turn, rarely a time when she is not singing, even if it is in her
head!
She
had always thought she would write a book some day - it has been an
ambition for as long as she can remember - and has always been told
that she 'has a way with words'. Over the years, she's dabbled in the
odd piece of prose, helped friends to write letters and résumés and
prides herself on her hilarious lyrical genius when composing poems
for friends' birthdays! Life, however, got in the way and her dream
was stored on the back burner as she put herself through university
and started a family. It was only when she was nearing the 'forty'
milestone that she decided it was time she got some of the ramblings
and chatterings in her head down on paper.
A
creative, guitar-playing mum of one boisterous, but pretty damn cool
boy, she classes herself as a Yorkshire gal now after moving to Leeds
when she was eleven. Eleanor works full time as a teacher, but grabs
every spare minute she can to write; be it on the train, lunchtimes
at work or foregoing sleep for an extra hour or two in the evenings.
Her hope for the future is for people to fall in love with her
characters as much as she does. Not a big ask really!
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Katie
Fox
Katie
Fox was born in Florida and raised in Pennsylvania, where she still
resides with her gamer husband and four-year-old son. An avid reader
and hopeless romantic, she is a sucker for a good love story. When
she isn't found spending time with her family, she typically has her
nose buried in a book or is in her writing cave, giving life to the
voices in her head. Since a very young age, writing has been her
passion. Her works include, Moment of Weakness, World of Darkness,
and Whispers From The East, which is co-written with Author Eleanor
Lloyd-Jones.
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