J. A. Stapleton

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I have 137 stories published in 17 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 113929 times and 55 of my stories have been cherry picked.
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J. A. Stapleton is the author of three crime novels. His book, film and TV reviews are available on Instagram at @j.a.stapleton

His literary influences are Ian Fleming, Lee Child, Michael Connelly, Raymond Chandler and James Ellroy. 

The first book in the Detective Lacey series "THE PATROLMAN" will be published weekly on Friday with ABCTales.com. 

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The Hare and the Hound

Unjust. A tale of unjust moral standards and social norms. Not told by the Tottenham Moors Travellers nor their easterly counter-parts, but the story...

To Live and Die - Chapter 2 / The Macabre Club (1 of 2)

This is a piece that has taken seven years thus far to write, since I went to Berlin in 2009, since then I have read the entirety of the Ian Fleming books as well as the John Gardner sequels. This novel lies between the EON films Diamonds Are Forever and Live and Let Die (seeing as Gardner continued on in the trail of the novels I thought I'd fill in the gaps of the films). I have studied all these is to, the phrasing, blunt tone, use of the comma as well as the perspective of Fleming when he wrote his novels in the fifties and sixties. I have written this to try and emulate the fantastic author, as well as encompass where Harry Saltzman and Cubby Broccoli. Hope you enjoy this piece of fan fiction!
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TATORT FOUR - 4

IV RECORD OF CONVERSATION – TAPE 1. JACK RUBY: Hullo. CAPTAIN X: It’s me. JR: Jeez, how’d you get this number? CX: I hit the yellow pages. JR: Right...

TATOUR FOUR - 3

III Beautiful car he had, that Lincoln Continental, chrome wheels, crisp rectangular body, convertible, American flags, handmade in ’61 for him,...

TATORT FOUR - 2

II It is warm despite the glimmer of a faint chill that lingers in the November air. The Friday sun smiles, beaming down over the parade. The breeze...

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