Book Promo Feature – Duet for Three Hands by Tess Thompson

Indie Book Promo is happy to welcome Tess Thompson to the blog. She’s here to share about her book, Duet for  Three Hands. If this book sounds like something you would be interested in reading, please find buy links below and pick up a copy or two.

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Duet coverBlurb:

A story of forbidden love, lost dreams, and family turmoil. The first book in a new historical series from bestselling author Tess Thompson, Duet for Three Hands is equal parts epic love story, sweeping family saga, and portrait of days gone by. Set against the backdrop of the American South between 1928 and 1934, four voices blend to tell a tale of prejudice, fear, and love. The Bellmonts are the epitome of the rich and elite in Atlanta society, but behind the picture-perfect façade are hidden moments of violence and betrayal. After marrying into the Bellmont family, Nathaniel, a former concert pianist who is nearly ruined by his wife’s unrelenting ambition and unstable mind, finds hope in the promise of his most recent protégé. His brother-in-law, artistic Whitmore Bellmont, and the maid’s daughter, Jeselle, have a secret relationship despite their drastically different circumstances and shades of skin. Unfortunately, most of the world disagrees with their color blindness. All four lives intertwine on a collision course, threatening to destroy, or liberate, them all.

Duet for Three Hands can be purchased from Amazon and B&N

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Tess photo-2Author Bio: Tess Thompson is a novelist and playwright with a BFA in Drama from the University of Southern California. In 2011, she released her first novel, Riversong, which subsequently became a bestseller. Like the characters in many of her novels, Tess is from a small town in Oregon. She currently lives in a suburb of Seattle, Washington with her two young daughters, Emerson and Ella, where she is inspired daily by the view of the Cascade Mountains from her home office window.

Tess can be found:

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Excerpt:

 

From Jeselle Thorton’s journal.

June 10, 1928

 

When I came into the kitchen this morning, Mrs. Bellmont handed me a package wrapped in shiny gold paper, a gift for my thirteenth birthday. A book, I thought, happy. But it wasn’t a book to read. It was a book to write in: a leather-bound journal. Inches of blank pages, waiting for my words.

 

Mrs. Bellmont beamed at me, seemingly pleased with my delight over the journal. “You write whatever ideas and observations come to you, Jeselle. Don’t censor yourself. Women, especially, can only learn to write by telling the truth about themselves and those around them.”

 

I put my nose in the middle of all those empty pages and took a deep breath, filling my lungs with the clean smell of new paper. Behind us Mama poured hotcake batter into a frying pan. The room filled with the aroma of those sweet cakes and sizzling oil. Whitmore came in holding a string of fish he’d caught in the lake, the screen door slamming behind him.

 

“Tell me why it matters that you write?” asked Mrs. Bellmont in her soft teacher voice.

 

“I cannot say exactly, Mrs. Bellmont.” Too shy to say the words out loud, I shrugged to hide my feelings. But I know exactly. I write to know I exist, to know there is more to me than flesh and muscle being primed for a life of humility, servitude, obedience. I write, seeking clarity. I write because I love. I write, searching for the light.

 

Mrs. Bellmont understood. This is the way between us. She squeezed my hand, her skin cream over my coffee.

 

Tonight, for my birthday present, Whit captured lightning bugs in a glass jar, knowing how I love them. We set the jar on the veranda, astonished at the immensity of their combined glow. “Enough light in there to write by,” I said, thinking of my journal now tucked in my apron pocket.

 

“They spark to attract a mate,” he said, almost mournfully.

 

“They light up to find love?” I asked, astonished.

 

He nodded. “Isn’t it something?”

 

We watched those bugs for a good while until Whit pushed his blond curls back from his forehead like he does when he worries.

 

“What is it?” I asked him.

 

“They shouldn’t be trapped in this jar when they’re meant to fly free, to look for love.”

He unscrewed the lid, and those flickers of life drifted out into the sultry air until they intermingled with other fireflies, liberated to attract the love they so desperately sought. I moved closer to him. He took my hand as we watched and watched, not wanting the moment to end but knowing it must, as all moments do, both good and bad, light and dark, leaving only love behind to be savored in our memories.

 

 

Interview with Jae Mazer, author of Landing in Eden

Indie Book Promo is happy to welcome Jae Mazer. She’s here to answer some of our questions and to share about her book, Landing in Eden. If this book sounds like something you’d like to read, please find buy links below and pick up a copy or two.

 

IBP – How would you describe your book in 20 words or less without using the blurb?

Eden CoverJae – Landing in Eden is a horror novel with elements of crime, love, and supernatural fantasy.

 

IBP – Aside from writing, what do you enjoy doing on your spare time?

Jae – I really enjoy playing music. I play saxophone in a concert band, flute in a small flute choir, and violin and piano casually. I have always loved music, and take every opportunity I can to play with others.

 

IBP – Have you always wanted to be a writer?

Jae – I sure have! When I was nine I wrote a collection of short stories (horror, of course), and was determined to get them published. I sent out the manuscript to several publishers, and received very kind and encouraging rejection letters. I tucked the manuscript away, and just pulled it out recently after publishing Landing in Eden. It was a real hoot to read what I had written many moons ago. I have considered revamping those stories into adult versions, and publishing them in an anthology.

 

IBP –  Do you listen to music while writing?

Jae – Always. I either have on very dark folk or classical music, or themes from some of my favorite horror, science fiction, or fantasy movies. I find it energizes me. Pandora internet radio has been my writing partner through the whole process of writing and publishing.

 

IBP – What do you love about writing?

Jae – I love telling stories. I love coming up with worlds, with people, with situations, and letting them unfold. I do a rough outline, but I like to let the story unfold as I write. It’s like reading a book directed by my imagination.

 

IBP – Why did you choose the genre you write in?

Jae – I chose the horror genre because that’s what I like to read! I love a story with good chills and thrills, as long as it has strong characters to balance the fright and gore. I am a huge fan of horror movies as well, and I like my stories to be very descriptive and visual. I think horror and science fiction needs to be very visual to work.

 

IBP – What inspired you to write, you took any ideas from other books, movies etc?

Jae – I was inspired to write by other writers that I have enjoyed throughout my life. I am a huge fan of some of the greats such as Stephen King, Dean Koontz, Clive Barker, Anne, Rice, Robert McCammon, and Ray Bradbury. I got so much enjoyment from their stories, and have always wanted to craft tales as impactful as the ones conjured up by these great artists.
IBP – Are there any particular books and/or authors that inspired you and continue to do so?

Jae – Stephen King has always been a huge inspiration for me. I have loved his books since I was young, and admire how he can weave such tales of terror intertwined with such an emotional human aspect. He crosses and combines genres flawlessly, from science fiction, to westerns, to twisted love stories, and fantasy. He’s more than just the horror king! That being said, my favorite book of all time is still and always has been Swan Song by Robert McCammon. A great tale of horror, loss, and rebirth in an epic tale of good versus evil. Great stuff.
IBP – Do you prefer Twitter or Facebook?

Jae – I use both, but I have a better grip on Facebook. I am happy to respond to anyone on either, but I like that people can be more extensive in their dialogue on Facebook. I encourage questions, ideas, suggestions, or any tidbits that people would like to share!
IBP – If you could write outside your genre what would that be?

Jae – If I could write outside my genre, I would write humor. I love to make people laugh. I think the world can be so solemn and negative sometimes, we need to step back and have a good, hard, deep belly laugh once and a while.
IBP – Are you working on anything new and if so when can we expect to see it?

Jae – I have completed my second novel, and just signed a contract with my publisher. The working title is Delivery, and it another horror novel. Delivery has much more of a supernatural tone than Landing in Eden, but still has all the elements of a classic horror. The characters are primarily female, including the main protagonist and antagonist. This is something I think is lacking in the horror genre, and I’m interested to see how people respond. Delivery should be released by this summer, just in time for holiday reading.

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Author PicAuthor Biography:

 

Jae Mazer is a Canadian who was born in Victoria, British Columbia, and grew up in the prairies of Northern Alberta. After spending the majority of her life in the great white north, she migrated south to Texas. Now she enjoys life as a writer, musician, and the wrangler of her three year old son. She is a connoisseur and creator of horror, science fiction, and fantasy. A rampant love of reading led her to believe she could weave a good tale herself, and so her first novel, Landing in Eden, has come to life!

Landing in Eden can be purchase from Amazon

Jae can be found on 

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Excerpt 

 

From the bedroom came a thump and a scratching noise. Amy must have woken. Mike decided he would head back and chat with her. If they both couldn’t sleep, they could at least help kill the night hours together. Mike clicked off the lamp and lit his cell again to illuminate the hallway while his eyes had a change to adjust to the dark. He wandered back towards the bedroom, and decided to take a quick pit stop in the hall bathroom. He didn’t bother to turn on the bathroom light, instead leaning over the toilet and hoping for the best.

As he started to pee, his eyes were drawn to the reflection of the cell phone light in the mirror. The light cast a spooky glow over the bathroom. Great, he thought. This is the night scene from a horror movie and I’m that idiot that stops to look in the mirror. He put his phone face down on the counter. As he stared at the darker reflection of the room, he grew uneasy. Where there is an absence of color and light, the mind fills the void with wildly vivid and colorful pictures. The longer he stared, the more the shapes and shadows contorted around him in otherworldly fashion. He quickly finished and gave a final aggressive shake, and suddenly he heard a faint scratching sound coming from the wall in front of him.

 

“Amy?”

 

Nothing. The bedroom was on the other side of the wall, so Amy had to be the source of the noise. Mike put his ear closer to the wall. The scratching was rhythmic and repetitive, soft and muffled. Every new scratch sent a cringe through Mike’s body. No, not a cringe. Pain. Mike felt the suffocating darkness enveloping him. His eyes trailed to the mirror again, and he stood very still trying to focus on the scratching noise. The reflection did not show a stillness or a carefully listening man, but movement that caused Mike to jump and stumble backwards. He grabbed a hold of the counter and flicked on the bathroom light. What he found was that the dark had concealed the origin of the scratching noise. Mike stared into the mirror, and his reflection revealed the source of the noise. His entire upper thigh, where he had obtained the bite from Seth, was bloody and oozing a black bile-like fluid. The injury had spread to cover his whole abdomen, groin, and cock, all which bulged with pulsating purple spider webs of blood and rot. His fingers were deeply imbedded in the original wound on his thigh. Although he could see only a miniscule amount of movement, he knew immediately what the scratching noise was. His fingernails on bone.

Mike lurched forward and vomited in and on the toilet. He broke out in a cold sweat, his head swimming. He needed to get to Amy for help before he passed out. He grabbed his cell phone off the counter, and crawled out into the hallways towards the bedroom. When he reached the bedroom door he thrust it open and collapsed face first onto the rug.

 

“Amy. Amy. Amy,” he sputtered. His world was spinning, but he had made it to the doorway. “Amy, something’s wro….help….”.

 

No sound, no response. Absolutely nothing. Was Amy still in bed? Was she downstairs? Please fuck, let her still be in the room. He knew he wouldn’t be able to make it to his feet, let alone down a flight of stairs. He pulled himself the final few inches into the bedroom, and slowly rose on one knee to see the bed. He activated the light on his phone and shone it into the room.

Amy was kneeling in the middle of the bed. But it wasn’t the Amy of today. It was a young Amy; a youthful Amy from the time when they first met. An Amy whose hair was longer and shinier, whose face was yet to be weathered by the sun of a plethora of tropical vacations. An Amy whose hands were bound in front of her with chicken wire that sliced deeply into her wrists, and whose naked body was ravaged with bruises and breaks. An Amy whose lower jaw had become detached and hung off of her face on tendrils of bloody tendon and muscle, revealing the tongueless cavern that had once been a mouth. Amy began crying, and spider webs of the same flowing death that plagued Mike’s upper thigh spread quickly across her face and over her eyes. She started screaming something incoherent, and black bile poured from her throat. Mike was only able to pry his eyes from his grotesque and beautiful young Amy when they rolled up inside his head as he passed out before her on the carpet.

 

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