Danny Kemp.

I married the most kind, caring, wonderful, sexy woman that has ever walked this planet eighteen years ago. She has just removed the loaded gun pointing at my head but I will not delete anything.
In that inspired moment I inherited a ready constructed family of one of each, at those tender teenage years of twelve and fourteen. Lucky them eh!.
Somehow we all survived and occasionally spoke rationally to each other without swearing! Nowadays we sometimes fall out, never my fault of course, as you must realise by now that I’m a very inoffensive person. I also lie!
Personally speaking I’m pleased I interrupted their idyllic life they had before my arrival as both have given their Mother and I, three of the most perfect grandchildren anyone could wish for.
My granddaughter, aged thirteen, is really my soul mate and my IT pupil, although she mistakenly believes it is the other way round. She obviously, by accident, takes after me in so many ways, good-looking, charming, quiet but intelligent and modest. As to her vanity, I can only guess; but there are six mirrors about her person ever time she leaves to go to School.
The other two scoundrels are going to be just that. Both are boys in the real sense. One is three and the other five, both having reconfigured a Rubik cube three days after their birth. For this Christmas we have bought them all the expedition equipment they will need to spend their formative years climbing in the Himalayas, whilst Mum and Dad repair the home.

If you liked the Rubik cube bit, there is something like that in the book!

About Daniel Kemp

Daniel Kemp’s introduction to the world of espionage and mystery happened at an early age when his father was employed by the War Office in Whitehall, London, at the end of WWII. However, it wasn’t until after his father died that he showed any interest in anything other than himself! On leaving academia he took on many roles in his working life: a London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver, but never did he plan to become a writer. Nevertheless, after a road traffic accident left him suffering from PTSD and effectively—out of paid work for four years, he wrote and self-published his first novel —The Desolate Garden. Within three months of publication, that book was under a paid option to become a $30 million film. The option lasted for five years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company. All seven of his novels are now published by Creativia with the seventh—The Widow’s Son, completing a three book series alongside: What Happened In Vienna, Jack? and Once I Was A Soldier. Under the Creativia publishing banner, The Desolate Garden went on to become a bestselling novel in World and Russian Literature in 2017. The following year, in May 2018, his book What Happened In Vienna, Jack? was a number one bestseller on four separate Amazon sites: America, UK, Canada, and Australia.  Although it's true to say that he mainly concentrates on what he knows most about; murders laced by the mystery involving spies, his diverse experience of life shows in the short stories he writes, namely: Why? A Complicated Love, and the intriguing story titled The Story That Had No Beginning. He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication and described as—the new Graham Green—by a highly placed employee of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of book signing events. He has also appeared on 'live' television in the UK publicising that first novel of his. He continues to write novels, poetry and the occasional quote; this one is taken from the beginning of Once I Was A Soldier There is no morality to be found in evil. But to recognise that which is truly evil one must forget the rules of morality.
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