Hello everyone, and welcome back to The Bookworm’s Fantasy! I hope you’re all doing well. Today I’m going to be taking part in the blog tour for Lisa Stone (Cathy Glass’s) new novel, ‘The Darkness Within’. I’ve read a couple of Cathy Glass’s books in the past, and I’m really excited to be part of the launch of her new thriller novel (and name)! I’ll be giving you some information on the book, and sharing an exclusive extract from the novel with you! So, here goes…
You know your son better than anyone. Don’t you?
When critically ill Jacob Wilson is given a life-saving heart transplant, his parents are relieved that their loving son has been saved.
However, before long, his family are forced to accept that something has changed in Jacob. Their once loving son is slowly being replaced by a violent man whose mood swings leave them terrified – but is it their fault?
Jacob’s girlfriend, Rosie, is convinced the man she loves is suffering from stress. But when his moods turn on her, she begins to doubt herself – and she can only hide the bruises for so long.
When a terrible crime is committed, Jacob’s family are forced to confront their darkest fears. Has the boy they raised become a monster? Or is someone else to blame?
About the Author
Lisa Stone/Cathy Glass lives in England and has three children. She has always been a writer, and made it into the bestseller charts with her novel ‘Damaged’ in 2007. Since then, she has published 26 other novels under the pseudonym Cathy Glass, including the novels ‘The Saddest Girl in the World’, ‘Run, Mummy, Run’, ‘Can I Let You Go?’ and more. ‘The Darkness Within’ is her debut thriller, published under the pseudonym Lisa Stone.
The ticket had an hour to run and Elizabeth sat in the car with her side window slightly lowered to let in some fresh air, resisting the urge to phone Jacob. She was also thinking about what Dr Shah had said. Not so much about Jacob needing his independence, nor him telling her that the medication wasn’t responsible for Jacob’s behaviour, but what he’d said about cutting the nerves to Jacob’s heart, and that they’d never grow back. She couldn’t remember being told that before the operation but then there’d been so much to take in it might have been mentioned and she’d forgotten. Now his words stuck and resonated with unsettling familiarity, for that was exactly what if felt like to her – the nerves to Jacob’s heart had been cut, severing emotion. Denervation, Dr Shah had called it. He’d said that it was nothing to worry about, part of the procedure, and had no negative after-effects. But how could he be sure? Doctors didn’t know everything. They didn’t get it right all the time. She checked her phone for messages – there were none – and then googled denervation.
A surprisingly long list of websites offering information on denervation appeared and opening the first, she quickly learned that radio-frequency denervation was most commonly used to treat chronic back pain. The nerves around the joints in the back were deactivated, thus alleviating the symptoms. But this wasn’t the denervation Jacob had had and she googled again, this time typing in denervation and heart transplants. There was a lot of technical data that she didn’t understand, but then she searched for side effects of denervation in heart transplants and found exactly what Dr Shah had said: that it was part of the procedure and the heart took longer to react after denervation as it was now controlled by adrenalin; that the patient could no longer feel chest pain as the nerves never grew back. She opened and closed a number of websites, all of which said similar. Sighing, she sat back in her seat. With this conclusive evidence, she had to admit that denervation wasn’t responsible for Jacob’s cold, volatile and often hostile behaviour.
There were ten minutes left on the ticket and uncertain what to do for the best, Elizabeth summoned the courage to phone Jacob, acknowledging it did need courage to even speak to him when he was like this. Her call went through to his voicemail and she left a message: ‘Hi Jacob, it’s Mum, love. I’m still close to town. Do you want a lift?’
Then she gazed out of the window, watching people pass on their way in and out of the hospital. The last few minutes of ticket time elapsed and Jacob didn’t return her call or text. She could have bought another ticket but what would have been the point? She couldn’t sit there in the hospital car park indefinitely waiting for him. He might be making his own way home now. Just before the ticket expired she texted: Going home. Call me if you need a lift. Take care. See you later. Love Mum. X
She waited another minute or so to see if he would contact her and then started in the direction of home. Her phone was on the passenger seat beside her and as she drove she occasionally glanced at it, willing it to buzz with an incoming call or text message when she would immediately pull over to answer it. But it remained fiercely silent. Perhaps Andrew had been right when he’d said Jacob had to do this to realize he needed them. But she wasn’t trying to suffocate him as Jacob had claimed. That was unfair. Yes, she’d mothered him more than one would a healthy young man but that was to be expected, surely? What mother wouldn’t have fussed over her son during a chronic illness, heart transplant and long rehabilitation? He’d been so weak and dependent on her for so long it had become second nature to nurse him. Had a new heart not become available when it did, it was doubtful Jacob would have lasted the year. And the old Jacob – the one she’d nursed while waiting for a transplant – hadn’t minded being looked after, indeed he’d thanked her many times. It was the new Jacob that found her so irritating and pushed her away. But then of course he was healthier now than he had been for a long while and Elizabeth recognized she’d have to learn to take a step back. Quite a few steps, in fact, and only help when asked.
Happy reading 🙂