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*Fabulous short story* – 5 Star Review – FAITHFUL is “a well-orchestrated salacious tease …”

HUGE thanks to Bonnie, for her fabulous review of FAITHFUL on Amazon! I’m so thrilled you enjoyed your reading experience.

FAITHFUL is the first instalment of a series written by Steve Clarke

Bonnie said, ‘Faithful is a well orchestrated salacious tease.  Written partly in the first person, it explores the imagination of Steve Clarke, on his mid-life journey where the everyday coincides with fantasy.

The other part of Faithful involves his potential client.  In this first instalment of the series, several mysteries are laid out involving the window, Annabelle Faithful and her husband.”

Bonnie review

I guarantee you’ll be hooked!

Fidelity, the second book in the series (delves much deeper into the mid-life crisis and the fantasy’s that arise) is due for release later this year.

Steve X

p.s This is Matthew Faithful, a successful boat designer – trouble is he’s been working just that little bit too hard…

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Posted by on December 29, 2014 in Reviews

 

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Imagine what can be achieved, if you and I just believed.

Friends,

Thank you so very much for all your wonderful support and encouragement which has really fired my creative spirit.

Your kind response to my poetry has been truly inspirational; so much so that I’ve complied ‘Lifetime Rhymes’ a fabulous collection of inspirational poetry and lyrics – featuring both published and as yet un-publised work.

‘Lifetime Rhymes’ is full of passion to take with you on your journey through life, written truly and sincerely from my heart.

‘Lifetime Rhymes’ will be available very soon initially as an ebook in all the standard formats and of course I’ll let you know the very moment it’s published – in the meantime, as a taster, I’ve included some examples below just to whet your appetite.

Bless you all.

Steve X

Lifetime Rhymes

Your eyes,

Diamonds

That Glisten.

Your voice,

Lips moist

I Listen

Your Breasts

Unblessed

I caress

We French Kiss

Such

Passionate Abyss,

Squeezed Thigh

WOW

Our natural High!

X

Imagine what could be achieved

If you and I believed

It’s impossible to fail

Leaving the straight rail

To step on board and sail,

Grow wings and a tail

Step down from the shelf

Believe in oneself

Have faith to move on

Before opportunities gone

Know what we can achieve

When we just believe

Don’t wonder how?

Just do it right now!

X

Warmth of my breath

Kissing your neck

Sweat on my brow

Foreplay, for now

A cuddle, a tease

Down on my knees

Try Faithful, please

XOX

And as for those of you who’ve yet to share my fantasy mid-life crisis…’Faithful’ is available for download right now on Kindle;

http://www.amazon.co.uk/FAITHFUL-A-mid-life-crisis-ebook/dp/B00CRMRYGM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1369039647&sr=8-1&keywords=steve+clarke+faithful

More information on my thrilling, risqué and fun short story, can be found within this blog – the sequel, Fidelity, will be coming out very soon.

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© SR Clarke X

 
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Posted by on August 3, 2014 in Lifetime Rhymes

 

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Cansa, you’d better watch out – cos we’re coming to get ya!

Dear Friends,

 

To the heroes who walk among us

Who never complain, or make a fuss

Loss of hair, heads they shave

A dedication, I salute the brave

So if you’re feeling low, or had enough

Never give up, you’re made of stronger stuff

With a collective voice, FIND A CURE, be heard

Never give in, or ever give cancer the last word

 

A very good friend of mine is in remission having battled breast cancer: operation, chemo, radio.  Her hair is now growing back and is long enough for her to discard the head scarf (I’m not sure if she has burnt it just yet, I haven’t asked) but it’s just in time – as the hot, humid weather strikes our sunny (UK) shores.

She has remained positive throughout, despite the sickness, constant needles, drugs, blood tests, hair loss, etc. etc…

Having spent time on the chemo ward (during her treatment) I witnessed bravery, as the patients put their trust in medicine, following the path laid out before them.

The staff at the chemo unit are angels, every single one of them.

 

The human spirit is strong, the desire to survive even stronger.

Together, WE WILL beat cancer

Because we are not prepared to put up with it much longer

WE WILL find a cure

It’s just a matter or time, for that I’m sure!

I’ve been inspired to write the following rhyme (to be read as a rap)  – please pass it on to your friends and family hopefully it can help to further raise awareness. and remember –

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Cancer, watch out – cos we’re coming to get ya!

We ain’t afraid to say ya name

Cansa

And certainly not hold our heads in shame

Cansa

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Cos we’re one step ahead of ya

Better watch out cos we’re coming to get ya

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We know how you start

A simple mark

A lump or a bump

Can take hold in a spark

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You try to demean so very mean

We know ya wanna friend

But ya just so pretend

And we’re gunna rock ya

Take a trip to the docta

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But through fear or dread

Hear what they say

And never delay

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A friend a colleague a child or a spouse

All God’s animals including a mouse

Age, gender or race holds no bounds

Cos Cansa’s doing the rounds

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Whether you’re a dancer

Whether you’re a chancer

Cansa’s without loyalty

Can even strike Royalty

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But through fear or dread

Hear what they say

And never delay

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Whatever Cansa send

Gunna fight to the bitter end

Treatment loss of hair

Others may stare

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But you’re not gunna shake us

And certainly not break us

For one day be sure

A prevention or cure!

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But through fear or dread

Hear what they say

And never delay

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We know someone who’s tried

Someone who’s died

So gather your friends

Against whatever it sends

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Cos it’d better watch out

As we scream and shout

For we’re so sure

We’ll find your cure!!!

Spoken from my heart

© SR Clarke X

 
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Posted by on August 2, 2014 in Poetry

 

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“And just in time,” I moan with a squirt of hand-wash – Fortunately the leather’s so forgiving… “You’re very welcome my sweet,” she purrs.

Hello again fellow readers, authors and fantasists, join me for the ride of your life; on a roller coaster of a mid-life crisis.

It’s probably just your imagination or is it..?

Extracted, with pleasure, from Chapter 2 – Vigorous vibrations

…“We’ve reached our destination,” she groans ejecting the cigarette lighter from the centre console and right on cue.

“And just in time,” I moan with a squirt of hand-wash – Fortunately the leather’s so forgiving… “You’re very welcome my sweet,” she purrs.

As I exhale a perfect smoke ring, its attracted, like a powerful magnet, towards number sixty-nine with curtains drawn and radiating such pure desolation. The picture postcard property appears well maintained, but is looking so forlorn; emanating such deep sorrow with its red roof tiles frowning and yellow bricks and mortar presenting an upturned smile. Pretty ‘Rose Cottage’ seems unloved and unkempt, with the contents of a fallen wheelie bin: plastic bottles and discarded envelopes scattered across the drive…

Faithful is available for download on Amazon Kindle, dig deep into my blog for some very good reviews. Why not purchase a copy for yourself it’s enlightening and entertaining.

Fidelity, the second adventure in the series, will be coming soon!

Steve X

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Posted by on August 2, 2014 in Faithful extract

 

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*Fabulous short story* – 5 Star Review – FAITHFUL is “a well-orchestrated salacious tease …”

HUGE thanks to Bonnie, for her fabulous review of FAITHFUL on Amazon! I’m so thrilled you enjoyed your reading experience.

FAITHFUL is the first instalment of a series written by Steve Clarke

Bonnie said, ‘Faithful is a well orchestrated salacious tease.  Written partly in the first person, it explores the imagination of Steve Clarke, on his mid-life journey where the everyday coincides with fantasy.

The other part of Faithful involves his potential client.  In this first instalment of the series, several mysteries are laid out involving the widow, Annabelle Faithful and her husband.”

Bonnie review

I guarantee you’ll be hooked!

Fidelity, the second book in the series (delves much deeper into the mid-life crisis and the fantasy’s that arise) is due for release later this year.

Steve X

p.s This is Matthew Faithful, a successful boat designer – trouble is he’s been working just that little bit too hard…

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Posted by on July 21, 2014 in Reviews

 

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Rebecca sensually gestures me into her squeaky tight gap – oh, such a flirt…

Friends, fellow readers and authors.

What is a mid-life crisis?  Is it real or just an excuse for bad / irrational behaviour?

Is life real right now or maybe just a fantasy?  Is he really staying late to finish a report?  How well do you really know his secretary?  How do they behave at the Christmas party – does this all sound just a little too familiar?

Share my appointment with the vivacious Annabelle, unhinged to say the least, but then she has good reason…?

Extracted, with pleasure, from Chapter 2: Vigorous vibrations.

As I exhale a perfect smoke ring, it’s attracted, like a powerful magnet, towards number sixty-nine with curtains drawn and radiating such pure desolation. The picture postcard property appears well maintained, but is looking so forlorn; emanating such deep sorrow with its red roof tiles frowning and yellow bricks and mortar presenting an upturned smile. Pretty ‘Rose Cottage’ seems unloved and unkempt, with the contents of a fallen wheelie bin: plastic bottles and discarded envelopes scattered across the drive.  The uncut lawn is full of daisies and dandelions swaying in the gentle breeze while unclaimed cartons of semi-skimmed milk and fruit juice are souring beside the porch in the fresh morning sun.

As I pull up alongside a potential parking space, opposite number sixty nine, Rebecca my feisty red-headed parking assistant takes over, sensually gesturing me into the squeaky tight gap with her flirtatious enunciation.  I’m filled with desire, watching her in my rear view mirror, as she sprawls out across the back seat – bleep! That’s close enough and with a sharp tug on my handbrake, I re-check the precision timepiece prised, with such skill, into the walnut-veneer – Fifteen minutes to nine – It’s too early! I know from bitter experience not to rush clients: ruffled hair, sleepy dust and bad breath can be so unpleasant…

Faithful is available for download on Amazon Kindle, dig deep into my blog for some very good reviews and why not purchase a copy for yourself?  It’s enlightening and entertaining.

Fidelity, my second adventure in the series, will be coming soon!

Steve X

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Posted by on July 13, 2014 in Faithful extract

 

But for the whispering voices, but for their whispering choices…

Dear Friends,

While stretching my craft, I thought I’d step into character; a schizophrenic in Victorian England.

The experience has been enlightening, if a little disturbing, but above all enjoyable, but that’s literacy…

Therefore, a piece of pure fiction – really?  Oh, I’ll let you decide…

Steve

Twas the voices in my head – No, not I but them, they and me

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Twas I a lonely lad

Without a friend – sad

But for the whispering voices

But for their whispering choices

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They whispered steal cash

They whispered rip and dash

Twas the voices in my head you see

Their voices in my bed – not me

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Together we’re a serial killer

Together we’re a real thriller

But twas not me, I cry

Twas my friends, not I

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I recall the day they were born

While I lied, blamed and scorn

The demise of my loved one

Beneath the rising sun

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For as I plead through time

Plead with you through rhyme

“Please don’t let them out,” I shout

For their thought’s be their’s not mine

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May get better my Mother did say

May get better my Father did pray

But as their voices scream out – I sigh

But why can’t you hear them? – I cry

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Tis the voices of the faithful dead

Ravaging, raging through my head

We’ve committed many a murder you see

No! Not I; but them, they and me

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As I awaken beneath the rising sun

Torn flesh, bloody mess and an empty gun

I scream at the voices in my head and cry

Oh dear God, what have we done?

Oh dear God, why oh why oh why?

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Please father forgive our sin

For I truly loved my next of kin

For they committed the murder you see

No! Not I, but them, they and me

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For as I plead through time

Plead with you through rhyme

“Please don’t let them out,” I shout

For their thought’s be their’s not mine

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For as they lied and plotted; I did rue

For I tried to stop, left you many a clue

For I just wanted them caught

Because I was so very distraught

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For twas I wanted you to catch

While bodies burnt wit a match

I feared the faithful raging undead

Feared the unfaithful rage in my head

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And as they made me bludgeon

Spilt blood with his own truncheon

You must lock us away I did say

Within your deepest, darkest dungeon

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For twas not I, but them, they and me

For twas not I, but together you must see

That we’ve been one bloody serial killer

That we’ve been a real dirty evil thriller

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For as I plead through time

Plead with you through rhyme

“Please don’t let them out,” I shout

For their thought’s be their’s not mine

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And finally you found my new clue

Thankfully as our penance so long overdue

And so now we’re all wrapped up tight

I lay here mourning from noon till night

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Lay like tied infants in a cot

Lay awake as more evil do they plot

The voices of the faithful dead

Raging, nagging through my head

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And as I lay awake that night

While others scream and fright

I listen till the early morn

Of other voices of the scorn

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“For tis time to leave nay,”

Two men in white coats say

With their bloodied, torn seams

Dragged beyond other’s dry throats

From a night of such awful screams

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For as I plead through time

Plead with you through rhyme

“Please don’t let them out,” I shout

For their thought’s be their’s not mine

§

As we walk beyond the stench

Of the awful grizzling Wench

“Stand there,” He doth say,

“For no last rites you deserve

As no souls did you preserve”

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With no time left to pray

I hear a rasp, then a gasp

And with no slack, a crack

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For the voices I knew would stay

Were it not now for today

As our heavy body does sway

And my mind drifts away

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Father tucks me in and doth pray

And my Mother’s soft voice does say,

“My dear your only real friends

Are those whom Jesus sends.”

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For I now know, heart aglow

As they scream and I do sigh

That today is the day

The day that we will die.

© SR Clarke X

 
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Posted by on June 29, 2014 in Poetry

 

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