Please welcome Jamie Fessenden with
Small Town Sonata
a Dreamspun Desires title
Can the trusted town handyman rebuild a broken pianist’s heart?
When a freak accident ends Aiden’s career as a world-renowned classical pianist, he retreats to his New Hampshire hometown, where he finds the boy he liked growing up is even more appealing as a man.
Dean Cooper’s life as handyman to the people of Springhaven might not be glamorous, but he’s well-liked and happy. When Aiden drifts back into town, Dean is surprised to find the bond between them as strong as ever. But Aiden is distraught over the loss of his career and determined to get back on the international stage. Seventeen years ago Dean made a sacrifice and let Aiden walk away. Now, with their romance rekindling, he knows he'll have to make the sacrifice all over again.
This time it may be more than he can bear.
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Jamie’s Adventures in Pianoland
The year I was born, I got a piano. Okay, technically my mother got a piano, but over the years I played it more than she did, so she eventually gave it to me. It was a Wurlitzer upright, and Mom always insisted it had been made the last year Wurlitzer used real ivory on their piano keys. I never confirmed that.
But I fell in love with it.
My father was a musician, playing electric and steel guitar in Country music bands. “Rhinestone Cowboy” is forever burned into my brain, after all the times I was forced to listen to his band rehearsing. Even now, in his early 70s, he’s still performing in bars.
Dad was excited that I showed an interest in music, but from the beginning, we didn’t see eye-to-eye. I never took to Country music. I loved Classical, which bored him. He arranged for me to have lessons in guitar, bass, and drums, but never piano. So I taught myself to read Mom’s sheet music and play it.
I did pretty well. Well enough that Dad finally caved and got me a piano tutor in high school. Unfortunately, by then I’d taught myself a lot of bad habits. I “walked” my fingers through scales and arpeggios, which was awkward. To this day, I still can’t do them right.
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I was good enough to perform a couple of pieces at my high school Homecoming assembly (it was a small school with about 100 students), and I was able to impress the music staff at the University of New Hampshire enough with my rendition of Beethoven’s “Pathetique” that they accepted me into the music program.
Alas, unlike Aiden in my novel, I wasn’t a prodigy, and I never overcame those bad habits I’d taught myself, despite my teachers. I recall one college piano instructor telling me, “If I sit back and close my eyes, it sounds pretty good. But when I open them and see what you’re fingers are doing….” He proceeded to do an imitation of a man discovering a dead body or perhaps witnessing the apocalypse.
“To all the piano instructors and music professors who put up with me in high school and college. I can still hear your words of encouragement and see your expressions of horror whenever I sit down at the keyboard.”
About the author:
Jamie Fessenden is an author of gay fiction in many genres. Most involve romance, because he believes everyone deserves to find love, but after that anything goes: contemporary, science fiction, historical, paranormal, mystery, or whatever else strikes his fancy.
He set out to be a writer in junior high school. He published a couple short pieces in his high school’s literary magazine and had another story place in the top 100 in a national contest, but it wasn’t until he met his partner, Erich, almost twenty years later, that he began writing again in earnest. With Erich alternately inspiring and goading him, Jamie wrote several novels and published his first novella in 2010. That same year, Jamie and Erich married and purchased a house together in the wilds of New Hampshire, where there are no street lights, turkeys and deer wander through their yard, and coyotes serenade them under the stars.
You can find Jamie on his website/blog or visit his Facebook group.
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