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Today I’m on the ‘The Murderess’ blogtour, organized by Random Things Tours.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.
About the Author :
Artist/writer/poet Ivan Jenson was born in Los Angeles, California, and raised in a family steeped in the arts. A child prodigy, he earned acclaim when, at age nine, he produced his first sculpture that was ultimately featured in the poster for the National Museum of Costa Rica.
At the age of twenty Ivan was drawn to the epicenter of the national art scene, NYC, where he began successfully creating and selling his bold-colored paintings on the streets of Times Square and SOHO.
This precocious artist earned immediate praise and recognition from art critics and was featured on several New York City network news broadcasts as well as on the Nippon News in Japan. One night spotted sketching portraits on cocktail napkins by the late founder/Publisher Malcolm Forbes of Forbes Magazine, he was invited to draw portraits of Forbes’ corporate guests aboard the famous “Forbes Highlander” yacht. They became such close friends that Ivan was commissioned to paint what was to be the last portrait of Malcolm Forbes, who would pass away soon thereafter. Absolut Vodka commissioned Ivan to paint an original “Absolut Jenson” for its national advertising campaign and these works were featured full page in Art News, Art in America and Interview magazine. Philip Morris purchased Ivan’s “Marlboro Man” for its corporate collection. Ivan Jenson’s paintings have sold at auction at Christie’s New York.
Ivan is now also a published novelist and a widely published poet who is enjoying burgeoning critical, commercial, and literary success. His debut novel, Dead Artist, which “delves into the world of New York City and explores issues of art and soul,” is published by Hen House Press New York as an eBook for the Amazon Kindle and the Barnes & Noble Nook and as a paperback on Amazon. His second novel, Seeing Soriah, “a riveting story of thrills, revenge, obsession, and redemption” is a psychological thriller that is a fast-paced, “thoughtful novel about art, artists, and the world they occupy.” Ivan Jenson’s new book of poems, “Media Child and Other Poems” will be published by Hen House Press, New York in 2014. Go to the links to learn more about Ivan Jenson: pop artist icon, published novelist, prolific and widely published poet and screenwriter. And enjoy!
• ASIN : B08Z475FVG
• Publisher : Dark Edge Press (1 Jun. 2021)
• Language : English
• File size : 938 KB
30% of murders in the US go unsolved.
Becca Garner hopes her lover’s is one of them.
Because she found him.
He bequeathed her a million dollars.
And so is he.
Though you’d have to take my word for it, sleeping with my husband’s best friend was the wickedest thing that I’d done up to this point. But as the saying goes: what you don’t know can’t hurt you. And Jerry’s best friend did not disappoint in the love-making department. He had the stamina of a young stallion and was very attentive to my pleasure. The problem was that he wanted to make our liaison a “thing” and I only wanted him for one night. So I had to break it to him that heck, all that had really happened was that we both had far too many tequila shots and we kind of just let things get out of hand. That was all. He took it pretty well, though I could see his pouty, disappointed expression as he faced the fact that he had to stick to his own doting, perky little housewife.
My husband’s best friend’s wife was a homemaker with extraordinary powers. She managed to make having three boys seem like a piece of birthday cake. Her boys were hyperactive and perpetually filthy from sliding in for home runs. She was always sending them to the shower to get cleaned up. I knew for a fact, because her husband confided in me, that she baked cookies and loaves of sourdough bread and loved the music of Harry Connick Jr.
They were a real white bread family.
Chances were I was losing my mind. I was restless and struggled to sleep, like Gena Rolands in A Woman Under the Influence. And I had begun to hate the town that I lived in so very much. This town of young mothers and churches and zero night life. I missed my clubbing days in New York City where I would often make love to men I barely knew in posh, mirrored, unisex bathrooms after a nice line of cocaine.
How my husband ever chose me and why he stayed with me I would never know, because I was nothing at all like him. I was impulsive and manic, whereas he was calm and patient. And yet he got such a visceral kick out of me.
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