Sheetrock Angel by Jeanne C. Davis

Sheetrock Angel

Join Jeanne C. Davis, author of the psychological Mystery, Sheetrock Angel (CreateSpace), as she virtually tours the blogosphere February 1 – February 25 2011 on her first virtual book tour with Pump Up Your Book!

About Jeanne C. Davis

Jeanne DavisBefore Jeanne C. Davis seriously entertained writing a novel, she wrote for radio and television including staff jobs on DR. QUINN, MEDICINE WOMAN and the modern prequel to the BONANZA series, THE PONDEROSA. Between the numerous drafts of SHEETROCK ANGEL, she wrote, produced and directed the independent feature THE UNIFORM MOTION OF FOLLY. Her early career had little to do with writing – other than in her journal – and everything to do with living. She was a Pan Am purser.

As with most authors, she has stolen a couple of incidents directly from her own life, but SHEETROCK ANGEL is not autobiographical. She did marry actor Ben Murphy, but he is not to be confused with the actor character in the book. Ben and she remain dear friends.

She is currently working on a novel based on her experiences with Pan Am while in preproduction on another independent feature with niece, Morgan Davis, called LIP SERVICE. She is also continuing work on a documentary about her family with editor Charlene Huston. Her great-grandfather brought one of the first carousels to California and merry-go-rounds were a family business until her father retired in the 1980s.

You can visit Jeanne’s website at Bricolage-Arts.com or you can go directly to Sheetrockangel.com

Sheetrock Angel is available at Amazon.com in paperback and through Kindle.

About Sheetrock Angel

Sheetrock AngelAt thirty-five, Audrey James figures she has missed the boat to schizophrenia where her mother now dwells. But questions are surfacing: What happened to the guy who taped her drywall? Was one of her friends involved?

Having grown up with a mother who often conversed with people who weren’t actually there, Audrey does her best to deny that it could be happening to her. Is she seeing what everyone else is? Are the current men in her life—the drywall taper, her ex-husband and his best friend—who they represent themselves to be?

Audrey ponders all of these notions when she is presented with murder, kidnapping and a situation where any or all of her closest friends and colleagues could be involved. How can you know whom to trust when you can’t trust yourself? When she begins to see that guilt and innocence are not always sharply delineated, she must finally make a conscious decision to trust. That decision allows her to be at peace with the result of both the mystery and her question of her own mental competence.

Read an Excerpt

It led her back to considering what he was. If he wasn’t infallible, that let out angels, or so she supposed, not having given the fallibility of angels a great deal of thought. If he were some astral projection from another solar system or universe-–they say even that massive state isn’t singular-–then his information should be accurate. He would have access to the future, having had to manipulate time to get here. That left the most likely explanation: he was an invention of her recently malleable mind. Why now? She had never considered herself capable of traveling to the true extremes, glimpsing them perhaps, but she hadn’t felt that she had been injured enough by life or chemistry to truly approach the abyss. She had hoped that, having seen her mother do it, she somehow had been inoculated. That notion was in constant battle with the more primal fear of a hereditary tendency.Audrey jogged along the bike path as the sun continued its ascent. She needed something to clear her head and, since sleep had become elusive, running had to substitute. In her travels, she had found that exercise mitigated the effects of jetlag, had invigorated rather than enervated her when sleep was scarce. As she breathed in the salt mist, she could almost feel her mind clearing. The familiarity of movement warmed her, reminded her of jogging along some eastern seaboard or European coast. As she passed early morning moms with strollers, her step lightened. Focused runners passed her, heads down in concentration, bodies slightly forward for momentum. She could feel herself relaxing. The world continued and that amazed her, continued to spin on its axis while individuals like Frances careened out of control. But what about the kidnapper. He was certainly out of control. What information was so important that a life had to be taken, that another hung in the balance? Or was this his daily bread? Was mayhem as much a routine for him as her deposition reading was for her? She imagined some shadowy figure pondering his Day Runner and worrying that he might not be able to fit in an extortion between Thursday’s murder at noon and the five o’clock kidnapping. Yes, running lightened her spirit. She was beginning to feel almost human.

The vision was at a distance, yet so intimate to her that her breath caught. She thought of turning around but the figure drew her like a magnet, like an electromagnet with the power to transform her coppery glow of ephemeral contentment into the dusty verdigris of renewed doubt. A transient stood on a jungle gym in a children’s play area and spoke in angry tones to the wind. The wind evidently answered, since the transient’s side of the conversation acknowledged the other party. Her childhood eagerness to see what her mother had seen surfaced and melded with the present. To whom was he speaking? Was it his own personal Fred? She tried to force the scene through her intellect. What a travesty our mental health system has become. This man needs help. His clothes and emaciated body speak of chronic neglect. His personal hygiene hasn’t crossed his ravaged mind in days. Someone should help him. As she moved closer, a tightness which had begun in her throat now seemed to reach around and constrict her chest like a boa squeezing the life out of its prey. The vision was leaking into her soul. His tapes had taken control of his reality. He needed no private moment to indulge in his fantasy. The tapes had sucked him into theirs.

She pulled a twenty from her running pouch and flung it at the man. He looked at it, seemed fascinated by the arc of its flight but not even a glimmer of recognition of its value lit those eyes, which were sunk in bony sockets. When the bill landed, it no longer held his interest. He returned to his oratory and she, to her fears.

What Reviewers Are Saying

be even better. This book gets it right.

Readers will enjoy the edgy sanity of Audrey James, a lady who sees too much, sometimes too well. Audrey is confused, but also smart, hip, and maybe more capable than she thinks. So what if we aren’t supposed to trust her judgment? We want to. Real troubles pile up, real menace looms–but just where the trouble lies, and what form the menace takes, is often buried purposefully in the “clutter” of the story.

Now it’s up to the self-doubting Ms. James to sort it out. As the layers peel back from this one, it’s clear that the tale will unfold less like onion skin and more like filo dough–a tasty treat, though perhaps heavier than you bargained for.

– Rosscoman (Amazon Reviewer)

The plot of Sheetrock Angel is complex and imaginative and contains a delightful use of vocabulary. At points I just knew the author couldn’t possibly pull all the loose ends together. But she magically does so with skill and dexterity – maintaining reader interest throughout. A super read!

– Shirley Steele (Amazon Reviewer)

For those who loved Eat Pray and Love, adore, Sex and The city, this story will be a welcome read. An unexpected mystery, that is dropped into the messy life of the very ordinary lead character, Audrey. Poor Audrey, like Chicken little the world suddenly starts falling all around her. As one follows the narrative, complex personal situations are interwoven with ironic humor. Odd characters appear, as one might imagine that populate Venice to Santa Monica . One does not have to make a voyage around the world, to discover the many secrets or challenges of life,and the simple truth, that you dont change anyone, you change yourself.

– Bogart (Amazon Reviewer)

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