Broken Hearts (MF)

Luminosity Publishing

Heat Rating: Sensual
Word Count: 85,000
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Is a cemetery the perfect setting for love to be found? Maybe. When Damian meets Elspeth at one, he’s certain she is his long-awaited soulmate. . ., but he’s been wrong before!

Damian Marshall had always believed himself to be a bit of a ladies’ man. He loved nothing more than dating women and enjoying their company, always hoping he would meet the love of his life. However, it never seemed to be. His love affairs would be short-lived, and two which seemed successful ended in divorce, where every time the broken hearts were always his own.

Just when he thinks there is no more hope in finding that perfect woman, he meets Elspeth, in the most unlikely of locations: a cemetery.

It is she who approaches him and strikes up a conversation. She coaxes out his life story, and he is willing to recount it all. By the end of it, they find themselves drawn to each other. Has Damian finally met his true soul mate or is it just wishful thinking? Only time will tell.

PUBLISHER NOTE: Contemporary Light-Hearted Drama with Paranormal & Romantic Elements. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Broken Hearts (MF)
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Broken Hearts (MF)

Luminosity Publishing

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Word Count: 85,000
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“I was with Stephen one day; he told me he was calling round to see some family friends whose daughters went to school with the elder one of his three sisters. Having nothing better to do, I tagged along,” Damian explained. “I was drawn to the younger of the two girls like a moth is drawn to a flame! Everything about her seemed to sparkle, including her laugh. I was smitten.”

“I can see she meant something to you. . ., what was her name?”

“Cristina. Yes, she was special. It helped that she seemed to like me as well.”

“So, was she the ‘one’ you’d been searching for?”

“At the time, perhaps she was. . ., but then, don’t all relationships feel to be as though they’re special when you’re with that particular person?”

“So, she wasn’t?”

“Perhaps she was. However, there are always exterior influences that change things. . ., look at what happened with me and Vicky — her parents forced us apart; whilst Viv two-timed me and opted for a local guy. I suppose I can’t blame her for that, as I said before, having a long-distance relationship can’t work.”

“But that wasn’t the issue with Cristina. . ., she was, after all, local to you?”

“True. However, with her, I think it was more of the Vicky scenario that played a big part in our eventual downfall.”

“Were you two together a long time?”

“At least a couple of months or so. It was the Spring of 1971. I was in the final months of high school. . ., remember what I told you about how I’d repeated about three years due to my learning deficiency, which was why at nineteen I was still at school attempting my A Levels, whereas all my peers were in their final years at university. Anyway, Cristina and I saw each other as often as possible. Although, she was three and a half years my junior, we did love each other very much.”

“Did you make love?” Elspeth whispered.

“You said that, as though it were a taboo,” Damian remarked neutrally. “I suppose, in a way, it was, but yes, we did make love, whenever an opportunity allowed and away from prying eyes.” He closed his eyes, as though savouring those moments.

“I can’t help noticing you have a sad expression. I would have thought reminiscing such a thing would make you smile.”

“Oh, I assure you, those moments brought us both immense joy, but then we made the worse mistake possible,” Damian said sadly. “One evening, thinking we were alone at her home, we stripped off and made love in her bedroom.”

“You got caught?”

Damian nodded.

“Her elder sister walked in on us.”



“What happened next?” Elspeth asked sincerely.

“We quickly dressed, left the house and went into the first pub we came to for a stiff drink.”

“Then what happened?”

“That was the last time I saw her,” Damian said sadly. “Obviously her sister blew the whistle on us, and Cristina was ordered not to see me again.”

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