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I went to the city with the stinking cars
With the office blocks tall and their windows of bars
I walked through the bustle in the putrid air
My mind was gone my soul was bare.

Where a smile was once now only pain could be seen
Grey was the colour concreted over the green
Eyes bore down, a frown on every face
Ghosts of yesterday were gone without trace

Fight your way onwards fight your way down
Wear not your thorns but polish your crown
Ask me now where I’d rather be
Drowning in the city or dancing in the sea?

© 2017, Danny Kemp All rights reserved.

What Happened In Vienna, Jack? is compared to Ian Fleming’s James Bond novels.
It’s FREE until 2nd December
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5.0 out of 5 stars This is a great thriller to grab
By P.S. Winn on November 30, 2017
Format: Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase
Welcome to the world of secrets, lies and espionage. Jack Price is a former British spy who knows perhaps too many secrets of past conspiracies and cover-ups. Patrick West is a man who has a sordid past himself, but it is going to be up to him to see if he can find a way to delve into the past and find out what secrets Jack Price may know. This is a well-written novel that I would classify as something close to a James Bond thriller. Daniel Kemp seems to be quite knowledgeable about not only spying but historic secrets and how to bring them together in an intriguing novel.

By Daniel Kemp


A Short Comical Story Told In Two Parts

A Taster—

Any interpretation of this short story is done entirely at your own risk.

I have incorporated English names into this compact chronicle to avoid disappointing those who find Russian a difficult language to pronounce.

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A Wild Winter’s Mid-Morning In The Reminski District, Moscow, Russia

His initial feeling of gushing pride at being selected by the captain of detectives from the final year of cadet school to accompany him to a murder scene was quickly forgotten as the ground beneath his feet both crunched in agony and screamed in pain, as by measured stride followed by measured stride, the distance between the warmth of an official car and the body of an untidily dressed man widened until at last the Police Lieutenant Colonel’s car was reached. A window of the automobile was lowered, but no invitation to share the warmth within was extended to the new recruit. Motionless he stood, unable to curb the chilling frost that rose through his leather-soled shoes and climbed his legs like Superman on steroids, soon eating at the flesh beneath his lightweight college garments. In increasing discomfort, he began his account of the scene he had just walked from.

The complete story is on this link—
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What Happened In Vienna, Jack?

If You Like Jack And Jill Novels This Is Not For You!
It’s an intelligent well-researched book full of intrigue, secrets and lies for the reader who expects more.”
#Murder #Mystery #Treason
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In May 2018 my novel What Happened In Vienna, Jack? became a No 1 BESTSELLING novel on 4 separate Amazon sites:

AMERICA, UK, CANADA and AUSTRALIA. Thanks to your generosity, coupled with other readers worldwide.
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No Time

If in Heaven all truth does lie
And one has no choice but to die
So speed the day so I might see
All the love that’s been lost to me.

If love being lost is to close that door
And Heaven is not my answer nor my cure,
Then a shattered heart will never mend
And my decisions are ones I cannot defend.

In pain with desperation and disbelief.
I seek the Heavenly answer to bring me relief,
But will that relief bring an end
To a heart that’s broken with no chance to mend.

Because mend it must before time be
Completely over and closed to me.

© 2018, Danny Kemp All rights reserved.

Free until midnight PST 25 January

‘You Will Never Guess The Ending’
#Suspense #Murder #Mystery

Five years under a paid option to become a $30 million film.
A Top 100 Indie Book You Should Read Before You Die
A bestseller In Russian literature

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THE DESOLATE GARDEN

What Comes Before is the third book in the Heirs And Descendants Series. There is one other novel in this series. It is currently waiting for its cover design and the light touch of an editor with a proofreader's eyes itching to get their hands on it before you, but you can have the third one by exercising your finger on the Amazon link at the end of this blog report.

If you have already read about this book being released this week then, please, feel free to disregard the following. However, before you go, this may interest those who find the marketing and promotion of their work anything ranging from tedious to pleasant, or from supercalifragilistic to the full onslaught of extreme forms of self-flagellation.

I’m not ill-disposed to paying individuals or companies who specialise in marketing and promotion if I can afford their prices and feel their efforts may do some good. I don’t know the best places to advertise books. I know of a few FaceBook pages and I’m a tweeter on Twitter, yes, I know, it’s a throat-cutting experience, but I have to do some form of promotion.

I have a brilliant publisher. I owe them a lot. He, and the people in his company, from the editors to the cover designers, do so much for me that I feel as though I must do something in order to repay their faith. So, with that in mind, I set out to explore the internet to find ways to improve on my meagre efforts.

I looked at Goodreads. I then investigated a return to university with the aim of studying whatever language is used on Goodreads, but with the capacity of memory I now have, I estimated it could take as long as six years to understand and retain all that was needed. Needless to say, but I will say, I declined to pay the necessary fees.

I looked at BookBub, quickly deciding the seven hundred and fifty-odd dollars wanted for the genre the book would go into, was far too much of an investment. But, lo and behold, yesterday I received an email from BookBub telling me my book–What Comes Before, has been ‘confirmed’ to be featured on the 11th of January as a New Release, and the notification of that will go to all my 177 followers.

I had an issue with the 177 followers this notification was addressed to, and this is where you too might have an interest. I do not have only 177 followers on BookBub. I have 613 followers and I’m following 677. I sent Bookbub an email asking why there was a discrepancy between the numbers I said I had and the number they quoted. Their answer might surprise you and may surprise my publisher if it was they who indeed; did pay.

Hi Daniel,

Thanks for reaching out! We send New Release Alerts to your followers in the US who have opted-in to receive alerts from authors they follow. It looks like you have 576 US followers, however, only 177 of those followers are eligible to receive this alert.

I hope this helps clear things up! Please let me know if you have any further questions.

I’m left with the places I know where I can advertise my wares, amongst the throngs of others, hoping someone might want to read what I write, and perhaps the number of 177 followers opting to receive notifications of my work, is either ‘par’ or under or over the normal going-rate. Maybe, each one of those sorrowful 177 souls did not see the–opt-out button to tick or click.

Whoever it was is quoted as saying —being happy if just one person read their work, either worked for BookBub if BookBub existed when Mark Twain was about or had sold as many novels as Mark Twain eventually did. Because as much as happiness is relative to an individual and quite honestly–I am as happy as anyone could be, I would love my work to be read by millions of readers —- but I might have to settle for just the one. Ah well, I’m happy just writing, I wonder if you knew that.

What Comes Before— The Third Book in The Heir And Descendants Series—

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© 2023, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved

Am I Worthwhile?

Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, please don’t laugh at me
When your laugh is fuelled by my anxiety.
Why do you torment me when you can’t explain
What it is I have to deal with, with my invisible pain.

Depression is always there, it hoovers over my head
When it hits me I feel I’d be better off if I was dead.
It’s hard to understand how punishing those thoughts can become
And when eventually it leaves me, I’m left feeling completely numb.

I lay in bed. I don’t want to move.
But I don’t want you looking at me as though you disapprove.
You be me, and I’ll be you,
Then tell me exactly what you would do?

Please don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t laugh at me,
I’m not looking for any of your sympathy.
I don’t know why but I’m different and at times I feel damaged,
I wish I had a simple wound that you could bandage.

I want you to cradle my face in your palm
Then kiss me gently and shelter me from harm.
I want you to give me peace, I want you to make me smile.
I want you to make me whole. I want you to make me worthwhile.

© 2023 Daniel Kemp All Rights Reserved

One In, One Out

Of Love

The excitement was overwhelming I was almost losing my grip
It was as if I was clinging to a precipice with my feet about to slip.
The air was becoming oppressive, and my breathing was being cut short.
There had to be an end to this one of us had to call a halt.

Time had run its distance the bell was calling for time
What once was shared by just two was now a pantomime.
On show for other’s pleasure, for more to enjoy
What had run its course in time was now time to destroy.

The tension was immense, my head was swirling around.
I had to get away from here and reach solid ground.
The atmosphere was electric, we both felt it. It was hell.
At any given moment there could have been an earth-shattering yell.

We could not live this way forever, we both wanted something new.
There was no need for forgiveness as we both knew what was true.
The alarms were ringing in the distance, could you hear the cries?
Was it just the salacious pleasures, or was it for covering over the lies?

I fear I may forget the story as the script is becoming blurred.
The end is fast approaching as our words are being misheard.
I fear one of us must admit it, but who will confess first?
It was I. I cried love and I have lived my life since in an undying thirst.

It had been a sworn duty. It was a promise never to break.
But promises that are easily given, are especially easy to forsake.
If trust must be abandoned then honour can not defend
The story that has been written, as it only takes one to write–The End.

© 2023 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved