If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all. - Oscar Wilde
We shouldn't teach great books; we should teach a love of reading. - B. F. Skinner
No entertainment is so cheap as reading, nor any pleasure so lasting. - Mary Wortley Montagu

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Excerpt: Blue Moon by Tess Thompson / @TSR_Promos @tesswrites @theseriousreadr





Title: Blue Moon
Series: Blue Mountain, Book 2
Author: Tess Thompson
Publisher: Booktrope Editions
Release Date: August 8, 2015
Genre: Contemporary, Suspense, Romance

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From the bestselling author of Riversong...

Playboy Ciaran Lanigan was the party. Executive Bliss Heywood was the library. When they meet, sparks fly and so begins an uncontrollable attraction that neither is strong enough to escape, regardless that it’s fraught with lies, secrets and family complexities.

But ‘party boy’ Ciaran isn’t everything he appears. Lurking beneath the surface of his charming grin is a man haunted by fears. Are they real or imagined? As he slowly reveals his past, Bliss becomes less and less sure if the man she’s involved with is unstable or truly in danger. Will she learn the truth in time to save him?

Set in the fictional town of Peregrine, Idaho, Blue Moon, the second book in the Blue Mountain Collection features the youngest Lanigan brother, Ciaran. It is both a love story and mystery, with Tess Thompson’s quirky and complex but lovable characters.



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Excerpt:
I woke in darkness except for the ticking sound of machine in the corner that had a blinking red light. Was that the indication I was alive? I sat up and put my feet to the floor. Cold tile made my toes slightly numb as I walked toward the door, hoping to find a light switch. Just as I’d almost reached the door, it opened. A nurse, not Kelly, halted, her rubber-soled shoes squeaking on the tile. “No, no. We mustn’t be up and about, honey.” She flipped on the light and took a firm hold of my arm as she escorted me back to the hospital bed. “I’m Virginia,” she said. “Your night nurse.” I noted a more age-appropriate head of white hair for a nurse than twelve-year-old Kelly, and a rotund middle under her pink scrubs.
After she’d tucked the sheets around my shoulders, she went to the end of the bed and picked up my chart. “Well, Bliss Heywood, nothing for you to worry about. You’ll be released in the morning. Best thing you can do for the rest of the night is sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that, shoes squeaking, she snapped off the light and was out the door.
Wait. Where was that nice little drug Kelly had given me? My head ached and I was wired like I’d had an ill-advised second espresso. I stared at the red light across the room that blinked on and off like a chant in my head, Bliss, Bliss, Bliss.
Bliss. What a name. As it always did, thinking about my name made me seethe with anger toward my mother. Almost forty years old and I still couldn’t let her behavior go, which Blythe often reminds me hurts no one but me, to which I reply that she should stop watching Oprah.
The light continued to blink.
Now, mesmerized by the blinking light, I asked myself, what had I done with my life that was of any true value? With my talents, I’d made the lucky few rich. An argument could be made, also, that through my work I provided work for others, which stimulated the economy and enabled many to have fulfilling lives. All this was true but what about relationships? Who would miss me when I was gone? What if I’d died today? Other than Blythe and the girls, would it have mattered to anyone?
The truth is, no one else would miss me.
The light blinked, again and again. I was alive, I thought. I had the rest of my life to build a new kind of existence. Silently I said a little prayer. “God if you’re there, could you send me some people to love? Show me my friends.”
Friends. That might be a good first step. I needed some friends. I needed connections other than my network I used for business purposes. How did someone my age go about getting friends? It wasn’t like in college when everyone s in a new environment and seeking friends. At my age people already had their group of friends. Especially women. I saw them sometimes when I ate dinner alone with my spreadsheets open on my laptop. They sat at the bar talking and laughing and drinking pink drinks, sometimes squealing with apparent delight. Until now I’d never felt the need for friends. I had Blythe. Even at college, I’d kept to myself, studying harder than anyone else because I had so much to prove. I didn’t care that I was a loner. I liked it. Less chance to get hurt, I suppose, is what I thought.
But now? I wondered. What had I missed by being so driven, so sure of the desired outcome, so fearful of hurt? What would it feel like to have a friend other than Blythe?
Could I change? Could I become the type of woman who would be mourned once gone? My life spread before me like pages of an unread book. What had I done of importance? Who was I? To whom did I belong? Whom did I love? And then, go home. That was all. Go home—just those simple words, repeated in a silent, insistent chant in time with the blinking light. But I was a woman without a home, an ambitious wanderer chasing wealth and esteem. My home? The only home was my sister, Blythe. Go home to Blythe then, the voices in my head shouted like muses to an artist. Go home and open the unread pages of your book. Find meaning in a soulless life that existed without purpose, without love. Do something different than the day before.
Go home. Go home to Blythe. I fell asleep.




Tess Thompson is a novelist and playwright. She has a BFA in Drama from the University of Southern California.

After some success as a playwright she decided to write a novel, a dream she’d held since childhood. She began working on her first novel, RIVERSONG while her second daughter was eight months old, writing during naptimes and weekends. She considers it a small miracle and the good-nature of her second child (read: a good napper) that it was ever finished. RIVERSONG was released in April 2011 by Booktrope, a Seattle publisher and subsequently became a #1 Nook book and Kindle best seller. Since then she's released five additional novels: RIVERBEND, RIVERSTAR, CARAMEL AND MAGNOLIAS, TEA AND PRIMROSES AND BLUE MIDNIGHT.

Like her characters in the RIVER VALLEY COLLECTION, Tess is from a small town in Southern Oregon. She currently lives in Snoqualmie, Washington with her two small daughters where she is inspired daily by the view of the Cascade Mountains from her home office window.

A voracious reader, Tess’s favorite thing to do is to curl up on a rainy afternoon and read a novel. She also enjoys movies, theatre, wine and food. She is fed emotionally by her friends and family and cherishes relationships above all else.

She's currently in the editing process for her first historical romance called DUET FOR THREE HANDS, which will be released in late February and followed shortly thereafter with the second in the BLUE MOUNTAIN COLLECTION, Blue Moon.


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