Book Title: Losing Heart
Author: Donna Brown
Genre: Psychological Thriller, Woman's Fiction
Release Date: November 1, 2014
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Donna is a longtime book lover and sometime book reviewer and has devoured books from an early age. She writes short (or long) stories as and when inspiration hits and is married to fantasy author David M. Brown (Fezariu's Epiphany, A World Apart). She was also co-contributor to David's book, Man vs Cat, a humorous look at life with six rambunctious rescue cats. Donna has lived in many different areas of the UK over the last 30-something years but has remained in Yorkshire for the past decade. She ardently disputes the misnomer that 'It's grim up north'. You can find Donna on Google+, Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, and Goodreads, or visit her and her husband's shared blog: B-Lines and Felines.
* * *"Josie was a little upset," Tom said after dinner. She dropped spoons in the dishwasher and shrugged. "She'll get over it." "This isn't her fault, Helen. And she's hurting." His voice dropped. "We're all hurting." "Yeah, well, this isn't a Hallmark movie." He nodded, slowly, thoughtfully, and then hurled his wine glass at the wall. "Josie," she heard him holler. "Let's go to the movies." She couldn't stop herself raising her own glass in a silent toast as he backed the car out of the drive a couple of minutes later, trying to pretend she didn't care about the disgust in his eyes.
* * *Helen had been diagnosed with heart failure five months previously and placed on the transplant list. Her deterioration had been faster than anyone had anticipated. She was sure she was supposed to be the devoted wife and mother until the end, strengthen the family so they could survive their grief, make sure the final months - weeks? - were full of special memories in case she didn't get a new heart. But this wasn't a Hallmark movie. She was grieving now and she was surely entitled to that, if nothing else. She began mopping up red wine, shooing away Billy, their yappy Dachshund. "You'll end up bleeding or drunk, Billy, and there's only so much a woman can take." She threw away the damp kitchen roll and picked up her wine glass, knowing she shouldn't be drinking at all. At this stage it was hard to take rules seriously. Shouldn't she enjoy the time she had left, just in case? Just in case. That seemed to be her mantra these days. Sighing she set the glass back down. If the beeper went... If the beeper went. Her whole life rested on whether or not the beeper went.