S.R. Claridge lives in Colorado with her husband and two children.  She loves thunderstorms, and chilly fall evenings when she can hunker down in front of her computer with a Vodka Martini and write another romantic suspense novel. 

 

She began her writing career with poetry, being published in the 1999 Sparrowgrass publication of Treasured Poems of America and again in 1999 in Remley Agency & Associates Christian publication, Praise Him.  In 2003 she was published by greeting card company, Melting Pot Gifts and in 2007 she had a short story published in Glowing Embers by Aglow International of St.Louis.  In 1999 S.R. Claridge expanded into songwriting, having songs published/produced by Capitol Management and again in 2007 on a debut CD by artist Marv Roberts and Midnight Rodeo. 

 

With a background in theatre, she has enjoyed writing scripts for a variety of venues, as well as performing skits, plays and musical productions.  One of her passions is speaking to Christian women’s groups on the comedic, yet relevant topic of great sex in marriage. 

 

S.R. Claridge is a romantic at heart, creatively seduced by the allure of a full moon, a glass of red wine and the glow of candlelight.  She loves to blast music real loud and dance around like a wild woman until her kids fall over laughing.  She believes in true love and that people can change.  Rooted in a strong faith, she believes in forgiveness, in Jesus, in miracles and angels and in the power of prayer- professing openly that any good thing in her comes from God. 

 

S.R. Claridge is excited for the publishing of her first romantic suspense novel, entitled No Easy Way.  (Fall 2010)  She is currently working on another novel, as well as a non-fiction piece. 

 

When asked in an interview why she is a writer, S.R.Claridge responded:  “I write because I can’t NOT write.  I love it and I loathe it.  It lifts me up and it burdens me.  It hollows out my insides and it fulfills me.  It is a consuming passion, driven not from a choice but from an endless craving.  To ask me not to write would be asking me not to breathe.”