“F*** you for breaking my f***ing heart…..”
Jimmy Rowland has the perfect life. He works in his favourite bar by day, and by night he lieves his dream with his two best friends in his band.
Erin Poppet crashes into Jimmy’s life like a beautiful storm. He falls in love with her as quickly and as deeply as possible. The intensity of their relationship leaves Jimmy with a broken heart, a useless vacuum and a demon inside him.
When he hits rock bottom, he decides he only has one choice to rebuild his life from scratch. He has to get back the life he had before Erin.
This is her story. This is his story. This is their story.
Or as Jimmy would say…..
“this is the story of You, Me and Us.”
About The Author
Liam is an author from Manchester. He loves three things in this world:
Viral video of the Irish family trying to catch a bat (Liam’s girlfriend, family, friends and cats may be unhappy with this).
Liam’s hobbies include listening to podcasts, watching grown men fight and trying every possible type of ground coffee in the world.
Liam’s Top Ten reasons to read his book:
1. It won’t cost you much.
2. It will be over relatively quickly.
3. He would be very grateful.
4. You can tell other people about it if you enjoyed it.
5. If not, don’t bother.
6. It’s always fun to have something in your hands to flick through.
7. You can review it online.
8. It will leave a mark on you.
9. You won’t want to put it down.
10. It’ll make you laugh.
Liam has kindly provided an extract for you. In the following extract Jimmy has been dragged along to a New Years’ Eve party at his Dad’s golf club. They have just arrived at the club and are queuing up for parking. Jimmy does not want to go in so decides to spend the evening making his own fun…
“My dad was drumming his fingers against the wheel with impatience. He kept looking out at the drive and shaking his head. I was toying with the idea of winding him up further when what looked like a small child pulled open the driver’s door and popped his head into the car.
I almost threw the second punch of my life, fearing we were being robbed by this extra from the Rugrats, but before I could even consider clenching my fist a warm smile broke across the youth’s face.
“Ah, Dr. Rowland!” he said.
“Timothy.” My dad chimed back at him.
“Mrs. Rowland.” He said with a smile at my mum.
“Hello.” She replied.
He then turned his attention to the backseat. He raised his eyebrows at me.
“Don’t worry about me, I just came with the car.”
“What?” he said.
“Ignore him.” Said my dad. “So, they’ve got you lot doing valet service tonight?”
“Yeah me and two other caddies.”
“Well thank you Timothy.”
Timothy stepped backwards and allowed my dad to get out the car, he then raced around the back of the car and ripped open my mum’s door. She smiled politely at him and stepped out too. I realised then I too wouldn’t be subject to this treatment as Timothy had clearly taken my dad’s advice. I pushed my door open and dragged myself out from the seat.
Timothy jumped into the driver’s seat, pulled the car out, and drove slowly into the darkness.
I looked to the entrance and saw my mum and dad waiting besides the large oak doors. I walked towards them and the doorman pushed the doors open. He greeted my dad with a handshake, and my mum with a hug. I smiled from the back of the party and he offered his hand to me, I shook it.
“Happy New Year.” He said to us all.
The three of us returned the sentiment. The warmth from this doorman made my mind wander to a long time ago when a certain doorman in the Gay Village wasn’t as up-to-date with his greetings. I stopped in my tracks for a moment as the memory of first meeting Erin flooded my brain.
“Come on James.” Mum hissed at me.
They were striding into the building so I jogged to catch them up. We were walking along the main foyer. There was a large desk with brass fixings to our left, an empty seat sat behind it. On the wall to our right was a huge leader board, inscribe with numerous names and numbers alongside them. It might as well have been written in Swahili for all the sense it made to me. I hated golf.
We took a left at the end of the foyer and my dad pushed the doors open below a large sign reading ‘banquet hall’. I shook my head, ‘hall’ would have been fine. As we entered I noticed two things, the room was huge, and there was a lot of people here.
Mum and my dad were instantly lost in a crowd of people, shaking hands and giving hugs out. I had no desire at all to be introduced to anyone. I scanned the room and locked my eyes on the far-left corner, there was bar.
I made a purposeful start towards it, jumping left and right to avoid people dancing and talking. I noted that I was the youngest person here by a good twenty years. Eurgh I needed to drink.
I arrived at the bar and found myself at the back of a queue, thankfully it was only two-deep, (not so bad in the porn industry that one), so I patiently began to scan the optics for the options available. All manner of drinks were on offer. And if my eyes weren’t deceiving me there was a bottle of single-malt resting on top of the worktop at the back of the bar.
“Will there be anything else Mr. President?”
I was distracted by the barman’s question. I looked to whom he was talking to. It was an old white man. They were all old white men. He didn’t look like any of the Presidents I’d heard of. Maybe some far-flung nation.
“No that’ll be all thank you.” Said the President.
He lifted his tray of drinks and started to hobble his way back into the crowd. I darted into the space he’d just vacated. The barman looked at me with a slight shadow of shock creeping across his face. This was probably the first time he’d served someone not from the cast of Cocoon.
“Yes sir?” he said to me.
I span around to check who was behind me.
“Yes sir, what can I get you?”
“Erm how much is the single malt?”
“It’s a free bar sir.”
“It’s a what?”
“Woah don’t say it too loud, you’ll cause a stampede.”
“Well the tickets and fees cover the cost.”
“There were tickets for this thing?”
“You don’t know much about this place, do you?” he asked.
“Less than nothing.” I said. “So yeah, the malt please, and ice. Make it a double.”
The barman gave a little nod and turned towards his worktop. He turned back to me and placed a crystal class half-filled with golden liquid in front of me.
“Brilliant.” I said.
“Will that be all sir?”
“Yes. Oh no wait. Why were you calling that guy Mr. President?”
I pointed behind me in the general direction he’d gone. The barman looked over my head.
“He’s President of the club.”
“And you call him Mr. President?” I asked.
“I have to call him Mr. President.” He replied.
“Erm excuse me, are two going to continue to natter all evening or can I get some service?”
I turned around. A small woman wearing a peach suit was staring at us. Layers of make-up were encrusted into her wrinkles. She was glaring at us both.
“Sorry love, yeah let me get out of your way.”
I stepped back.
“I am not your ‘love’ young man, I am the First Lady of this clubhouse.”
She stepped into the space. I looked at the barman, he let his eyes flicker back at me for a moment but kept his lips slammed shut. I looked back at the First Lady.
“Sorry, I should’ve realised.”
“Yes, get me a gin and tonic.” She began her order. She stopped for a moment and looked at me. “Wait, why should you have realised who I am? Have we met before young man?”
“No, it’s just that you look like the First Lady. The first lady to even exist.” I smiled at her. She began to bluster. I nodded to the barman. “Thanks for the drink.”
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