His readers know suspense writer Andrew J. Rush as a successful mild-mannered author of high profile suspense mysteries and thrillers. His publisher is happy because Andrew’s books sell thousands of copies and he is in high demand as a speaker in bookstores across the U.S. He has a beautiful house, a lovely submissive wife and is able to send his children to the best and most exclusive schools. Enthusiastic reviewers hint that he may be compared to Stephen King, although Andrew himself can’t see it.
But Andrew holds his cards close to his chest because on the side where it is dark and unkempt and cold, is the Jack of Spades. The books written by the Jack of Spades are cruel and twisted and violent. They are so secret that even Andrew’s publisher doesn’t know his real name; he has a locked room in the basement where he writes his Jack of Spades books.
The manuscripts are unsigned and all the profits go to a private bank account. His family live in complete ignorance of these secrets.
Then two things happen:
First a woman accuses him of breaking into her house and stealing her ‘words’- ideas, sentences and whole paragraphs that appear in his published titles.
Second- his daughter accidently picks up and reads one of the books written by the Jack of Spades. She is disgusted and horrified to find some events described there are taken from her own family.
As Andrew desperately tries to hang on to his ‘normal’ life he begins to hear a black, ugly voice buzzing in the back of his mind. ‘Do it, Do it Do it’. Wondering who ends up holding all the aces? Read Jack of Spades by Joyce Carol Oates