Thank you to Creatively Green for inviting me. As well as being the author of the Samaritan series (a first person thriller with erotica thrown in), I’m a local journalist.
I’ve always enjoyed various forms of writing since I was a young girl. I still have my diaries from aged 10-16. They’re dreadful but at least I wrote a page a day. I don’t really recognise the person who wrote them! But then, I am now a mother-of-two, a journalist and wife.
I have been writing poetry and song lyrics for as long as I can remember.
When I was growing up, although he belonged to two generations before me, I was a huge fan of Spike Milligan. His comedy and war memoirs (that take us from draft to life in post-war Italy as an entertainer) are extraordinary. But it was his love of animals (and fury at the way humans treated them) that most chimed with my own young views.
Sadly Spike suffered from terrible PTSD after the war and spent most of his adult live receiving treatment for depression. A friend once gave me his wonderful book of poetry, Dreams of a Small Scorpion, which dealt with his anxiety. It is both bleak and uplifing. I found it an enormous help when I was going through anxiety in my 20s.
So I wrote this for him and to say thank you for the book
The Scorpion’s Tale.
When you dreamt, I had to dream along
The Scorpion’s tail had done us both so wrong
With every single word you mapped my life into pieces
And me unaware that the world held germ-free diseases
Our minds fuse through the words you choose
There was light in my dark after so long
Gooning about but the truth it will out
And you never lived but a half of it
Crying with laughter, the mix I was after,
This all-sane, half-mad wit
Me I always found that to get back on the ground you need a friend
Someone who won’t falter if you try and alter the bitter end
In words I found the perfect healing sound and you gave a lend
Given half a chance I’d swap partners in the dance and I’d help you mend
Here in Capris I think of you as a young man
In love and at war, before the colours ran.
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I’ve always enjoyed various forms of writing since I was a young girl. I still have my diaries from aged 10-16. They’re dreadful but at least I wrote a page a day. I don’t really recognise the person who wrote them! But then, I am now a mother-of-two, a journalist and wife.
I have been writing poetry and song lyrics for as long as I can remember.
When I was growing up, although he belonged to two generations before me, I was a huge fan of Spike Milligan. His comedy and war memoirs (that take us from draft to life in post-war Italy as an entertainer) are extraordinary. But it was his love of animals (and fury at the way humans treated them) that most chimed with my own young views.
Sadly Spike suffered from terrible PTSD after the war and spent most of his adult live receiving treatment for depression. A friend once gave me his wonderful book of poetry, Dreams of a Small Scorpion, which dealt with his anxiety. It is both bleak and uplifing. I found it an enormous help when I was going through anxiety in my 20s.
So I wrote this for him and to say thank you for the book
The Scorpion’s Tale.
When you dreamt, I had to dream along
The Scorpion’s tail had done us both so wrong
With every single word you mapped my life into pieces
And me unaware that the world held germ-free diseases
Our minds fuse through the words you choose
There was light in my dark after so long
Gooning about but the truth it will out
And you never lived but a half of it
Crying with laughter, the mix I was after,
This all-sane, half-mad wit
Me I always found that to get back on the ground you need a friend
Someone who won’t falter if you try and alter the bitter end
In words I found the perfect healing sound and you gave a lend
Given half a chance I’d swap partners in the dance and I’d help you mend
Here in Capris I think of you as a young man
In love and at war, before the colours ran.
Curse
Samaritan
Book 1
Serafina Silk
Genre: Erotica/Supernatural/Thriller
Publisher: Serafina!
Samaritan
Book 1
Serafina Silk
Genre: Erotica/Supernatural/Thriller
Publisher: Serafina!
Date of Publication: 15 November 2019
ISBN: 9781916066427
ASIN: B081GF53QD
Number of pages: 198
Word Count: 35,000
Tagline: How far would you go to help someone get over their ex?
Book Description:
When Chris gives a deathbed kiss to her best friend her safe world is turned upside-down as a strange sexual obsession and compulsion begins.
But what is driving it? And how will it affect her safe but boring marriage?
The Sex Samaritan series combines erotica and mystery as Chris' journey takes her into a dark and sensual world in which more than her family life is suddenly threatened.
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Excerpt:
With a hand on
Evan’s shocked face, I reached in and pressed my lips against his. He was
shaking, like he was trapped. When our lips touched, he became still. Once
again, it was as if there were two worlds: the one in which we were Evan and
Min, and the one in which Evan and I were sexless old acquaintances. There
wasn’t time now to wonder how or why.
Unable to cut the Min side out, I just wanted to savour not being Chris
the Reliable, Chris the Predictable, Chris the Wife.
I could feel it.
The incredible heat between Min and Evan was something exciting I had never
experienced in my own sex life. Sure, when Arron and I first got together, he
took me to new places. Sex with him in the early days was mind-blowing, but
this was an upgrade, no question. No wonder Evan had given up trying to match
the experience in the years since she left him.
He broke from
increasingly urgent kisses to whispers. “Why did you leave, Min? God, I love
you. You will always be the love of my life.” After every line he returned to
my mouth, unable to keep from the “sweet communion of a kiss,” as Judee Sill
memorably described it.
It’s interesting
that we kiss and eat with our mouth, isn’t it? It means that you can say things
like, “we devoured each other.” It makes perfect sense - I understood that now.
We were devouring each other. Our arms pulled each other tighter. We were both
slim. Only my swelling breasts separated us. Our hands strayed across each
other’s backs, giving our arms the support they needed to pull-in a fraction
closer. The kisses, the sighs and the whispered phrases of loss from Evan,
seemed to go on, deliriously, forever. Yet, my body needed more. Min may have
been driving this, but Chris also had to know - I knew I could not carry on
without feeling what Min and Evan had felt together.
It was me who
lowered my hands first, to squeeze Evan’s arse. His soon followed suit and his
hands pushed flat against my back and dove behind my jeans, under my panties.
He tease-bit my lip, upping the ante. I groaned as, for the first time in 15
years, a man who wasn’t my husband, touched my aroused, naked flesh. And boy,
was it aroused.
Constricted by
the material, Evan could do no more than feel and knead my cheeks, but my pussy
throbbed at the thought of what I hoped was to come. Unable to wait, I brought
my hands to the front, unlatching the clasp of his trousers, pulling the zip
down an inch or two. There was just enough room to slip my right hand into the
top of his boxers.
About the Author:
Like the hero of the Samaritan series, Serafina Silk has been a highly successful reporter and journalist, working both local and national newsrooms in America and the UK.
Like Chris, Serafina has two children and is happily married.
Also like Chris, she has interviewed many celebrities.
Cursed is her first novella – Book 1 of the ongoing Samaritan series.
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