Friday, 27 February 2015

Available Now: One Night in Dublin by Kemberlee Shortland

City Nights
Kemberlee Shortland

ISBN: 9781311609366
ASIN: B00RY20282
Length: Novella
Genre: Erotic Romance
Price: $2.99

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At her mother’s prompting (nagging) about grandchildren, Sive wonders if it really is time to settle down. She’s just finishing college so she should be thinking about her future. But is she ready to settle down? Is she ready for kids? And more importantly, which of the three men she’s been seeing does she want to spend the rest of her life with?

Sive has a choice to make, and only 24 hours in which to make it.

• • •


We all make them. From the moment we wake up, it's: “do I get out of bed now or hit the snooze button . . . again?” “shall I wear this outfit to work or that one?” “tea and toast or grab something on the way?”

It's all mundane bullshit. They’re all choices we make on the fly without even realizing we're making them.

Think about it. What choices do you make when you’re not thinking about them? Like going home from work. You get on the train, find a seat and wait for your stop. But when you get there, you wonder how the hell you got there because you don’t remember making the journey.

What I’m trying to say is that we often go on auto-pilot and just do what needs doing without any real thought, because there are usually more pressing things to think about—the important things. Or seemingly so. Like, what movie to see, what restaurant to eat in, where to go on holidays . . . and for some girls, this pair of sensible shoes on sale or another pair not on sale but immensely sexier?

For me, today, my choices aren't so mundane, and they’ll require a lot of conscious thought. I have an important decision to make. One that could change my life forever, pardon the cliché.

They—whoever 'they' are—say there is someone for everyone, that we all have a 'type' of person we're attracted to. I'm still figuring it all out . . . exploring to see what is my type . . . that someone just for me. And it doesn’t help that my mum’s voice is in the back of my head, asking . . . i.e. nagging (yes, I just said i.e.) . . . when I’m going to settle down and give her grandkids.

First, let me say this: I'm not a slut. I'm not loose, I don't carelessly sleep around, and I don't do one-night stands. I just love men and all of their vast differences.

What can I say about my boys that every other woman out there doesn’t already know about men? Charmers, every one of them. But they all give me something I need.

Tonight I need to decide what, or who, I need the most—Fitzy, Moss, or Sully.

• • •

Kemberlee is a native Northern Californian who grew up in a community founded by artists and writers, including John Steinbeck, George Sterling, and Jack London.

She has dual diplomas -- canine and feline nutrition, and hotel and restaurant management. At one time she also ran a private part time obedience business, and also showed English Bull Terriers

In 1997, she left the employ of Clint Eastwood to live in Ireland for six months. It was there she met the man she would marry, and relocated to live in Ireland permanently. While always writing, Kemberlee earned her keep as a travel consultant and writing travel articles about Ireland. In 2005, she saw her first romance sell, and to date, she has eight published romances.

Kemberlee enjoys her two Border Collies, who feature on the cover of A Piece of My Heart, and also knitting, gardening, photography, music, travel, and tacos!

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Thursday, 26 February 2015

Tirgearr's Anniversary Giveaway!

To help us celebrate our anniversary, we're giving away a $25 Amazon gift card AND three ebooks of the winner's choice.

All you need to do is register your entry.

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This giveaway runs Friday, 27 February through Sunday, 1 March 2015.
One random winner will be chosen on Monday.

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Good luck, everyone!

Tuesday, 24 February 2015

Available Now: Service Before Self by Tegon Maus

Author: Tegon Maus

ISBN: 9781310634536
Length: Novel
Genre: Thriller
Price: $3.99

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A recent transplant to Southern California, Toby Grant has landed his dream job. He’s a service tech for Handy Dandy Services—the premier handyman service in the southland.

Things don’t go well for Toby on the first day when he is teamed up with Ryan Burnell, a twenty year veteran of Handy Dandy. Toby quickly learns the hardships of being Ryan’s partner, and finds himself in one uncomfortable situation after another.

In an effort to understand his new partner, Toby accidently uncovers Ryan’s past involvement with drugs, burglary, and murder. He also learns about Ryan’s last partner of five years—Delsin Honaw—who had been murdered…stabbed twenty-seven times.

Haunted by one misunderstanding after another, Toby learns the true meaning of the company’s motto—“Service before Self.”

• • •

If you're like me and I have every reason to assume that you are, then every day is the same. Like me, you get up at the same time, leave for work, drive the same roads, eat the same things day in and day out.

Now, some would call it a rut, some would simply call it life. But the funny thing about life is every once in a while the universe, or God, or whoever it is that rolls the dice, gives us a little bump and we find ourselves on a whole new road. A road we didn't know existed, and then, of all things, that rut doesn't seem so bad after all.

"Ryan," he shouted, waving.

From across the room, a large, Hispanic man with a barrel chest, heavily muscled arms and an intimidating manner came our way. He stood a few inches taller than me, with broad shoulders, dark long hair pulled into a tail, tied at the back of his head. His face was unshaven, giving him a slightly unprofessional appearance.

"Ryan your new partner...Toby Grant," he said, pointing at me.

"I don't need a partner," Ryan said gruffly, turning to walk away.

"Hey. I don't remember giving you a choice, Burnell," Conway yelled, suddenly angry.

"Give ‘em to Hicks. I don't need a partner," he said over his shoulder.

“Alright," Conway snapped. "I'll drop your suspension."

Whatever that meant, it stopped Ryan cold. He was still facing away from us. The fingers of his right hand wiggled a little as if they suddenly itched.

"And Kenyon?" Ryan asked without turning around.

"Fuck, Burnell, I can't..." Conway started.

Ryan simply flipped the man off and began to walk away again.

"Alright, alright, I'll drop her suspension as well, but so help me God..." Conway threatened.

"Yeah, yeah. It won't happen again," Ryan said.

"Damn well better not," Conway threatened, sticking a thick finger in the man's face. "Get your packet and roll."

"Where we going today?" Ryan asked, taking a large envelope Conway slid toward him.

I looked to one of them for an explanation, but received none.

"Ah, fuck no. Come on boss cut me a little slack," Ryan moaned.

"Sorry pal, I don't set the jobs. I just hand them out."

"Come on. Switch me. I can't take a newbie to the West side on his first day," Ryan pleaded.

"I hear you, but who would I send if not you?" Conway asked shrugging.

"God damn it, put them off...reschedule."

"Can't, I already tried," Conway countered.

"Fuck Andy, I'm begging you."

"Get rolling. You got an 8:00 am across town," Conway said, jerking a thumb in the direction of the truck bay.

"God damn it," Ryan shouted, grabbing the envelope, storming off.

I stood there, uncertain what I should do.

"You need a special invitation? Move your ass," Conway barked pointing toward Ryan.

I ran as quickly as I could to catch up.

"Keep him safe, Burnell, I mean it," Conway shouted after us.

Ryan flipped the man off again without breaking stride or turning to face him.

"Where we going?" I asked as I caught up with him.

"Rule number one, don't talk to me, until spoken to. You're only with me for the day, then you're Johnson's problem," he said harshly.

"Beg your pardon?" I gasped.

"What are you? Stupid? I said don't talk to me, got it?" he said, jabbing a finger into my chest.

"Got it," I snapped in return. "What an ass," I said softly to myself as he turned and walked away.

• • •

Married forty-three years to a woman he calls Dearheart, Tegon Maus lives a contented life in a small town of 8,200 in Southern California. By day, Tegon is a successful home remodeling contractor, but his passion is storytelling.

Tegon's progatonists are frequently wedged between a rock and a hard place, but manage to work things out through the story. Like most when pushed into a corner, it only brings out the best in his characters and become the unstoppable force of a reluctant hero. Tegon's signature style is creating characters who are driven and believable, and who strive to find happiness.

Tegon is the author of The Chronicles Of Tucker Littlefield series.

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Tuesday, 17 February 2015

Available Now: The Final Straight by Charlotte Howard

Charlotte Howard

ISBN: 9781311748546
Length: Novel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Price: $3.99

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April Miller works for her best-friend, Max Knight, on his livery and competition yard. Their friendship has withstood many turbulent times, and while April is deeply in love with Max, she is also aware of his womanising ways and has refused to succumb to his flirtatious charms. When her ex, AJ, suddenly comes back with a business proposal, April finds herself torn between the two men.

• • •

April stared at the few black blobs on the screen. She knew they should have formed sentences, but her mind was elsewhere and unable to create readable words out of the muddle. The biro’s plastic end crunched between her back teeth.

She’d managed as much as ‘Dear AJ,’ when a knock on the door disturbed her. Max poked his head around and gave her the same soulful puppy-eyed look he always did after he’d managed to upset her.

“What do you want, Max?” she asked, pretending to be engrossed in whatever was on her screen.

“Peace offering,” he said, walking in and putting the mug of tea by the mouse pad.

She looked up at him. The frustration and irritation faded. “I’m sorry for snapping.”

Max sank into the chair opposite. “I’m sorry for…”

April raised her eyebrows, waiting for him to finish the sentence. “Shagging everything in sight?” she suggested. “You need to watch yourself.”

“I know.”

“I don’t think you do. Every time your bedroom antics are flaunted, I get a phone call. Six o’clock this morning and Banks was on the phone screeching at me. You hadn’t even got out of the shower and I was helping him load his horses onto a lorry.”

Confusion spread across his face, giving him the look of an innocent teenager.

“She woke up, and you weren’t there,” April reminded him. “Of course she’s going to ring her dad, who, may I remind you, has a shotgun license. You’re lucky it was only money he was cutting off.”

Max winced. “I am sorry.”

April hummed, not sure whether to believe him. “They are the second client we’ve lost this month because of you. I’m fed up of having to placate pissed off husbands and fathers.” She rubbed at the corners of her eyes as her contact lenses began to itch. “We have a board meeting next week. Please don’t make me ask them for more money.”

“Hey,” he cooed, sweeping around to her. He knelt by her leg, taking her pale knuckles in his hands. “You won’t need to.”

“I will if we run out and I can’t pay the bills. I can’t afford to forfeit my wage to support this place.”

“No,” he said, with a shake of his head. “That won’t happen.”

“I do have something for you to consider.”

“What? Anything if it will cheer you up.”

“The college rang and asked if we’d be willing to take on a work experience girl over the summer holidays.”

He dropped her hands, stood up, and began to pace in front of the desk. “You know how I feel about that.”

“It would be free labour, good publicity, and we’d be helping her out. Good karma, which is something I think you need.”

“I just have…” he hovered around the words. “Standards.”

“I’m asking you to hire her, not sleep with her.”

• • •

British author, Charlotte Howard, was born in Oman and spent much of the first part of her life flitting between Oman, Scotland, and England. Now settled in Somerset, Charlotte lives with her husband, two children, and growing menagerie of pets.

Her career as a writer began at an early age, with a poem being featured in an anthology for the East Midlands. Since then Charlotte has written many short stories and poems, and finally wrote her first full-length piece of fiction in 2010.

During what little spare time she has, Charlotte enjoys reading and writing (of course), spending time with her family, and watching action movies whilst eating curry and drinking tea.

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Tuesday, 10 February 2015

Available Now: An American Detective in London by Marie Maher

An American Detective Series, book 2
Marie Maher

ISBN: 9781311063335
Length: Novelette
Genre: Romantic Mystery
Price: $1.99

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PI Kelly Sander and her partner in (solving) crime, Michel Philippe, are on holiday in London. However they hadn’t expected to find themselves in the middle of a case, and a poison pen writer, a blackmailer, and a haunted theatre to contend with. Can Kelly and Michel solve the mystery, lay the ghost to rest, and resume their holiday?

• • •

The doorbell rang. Joan looked surprised. “Who on earth’s that?” she exclaimed.

“Not expecting anyone?” I asked. She shook her head, rising to answer the door, from where an excited voice could be heard, and the low tones of Joan trying to drown it. Michel and I exchanged a puzzled glance. Eventually, Joan returned with a striking thirty-something woman, whom she introduced, somewhat reluctantly.

“This is Miss Roberts, a fellow actress from the theatre.”

“Please, call me Rita. Everyone does.”

She sat on the sofa next to us. Now she was up close and personal, I could see Rita was a good deal older than I’d first thought. Much plastic surgery made her look half the age of her friend, Joan.

I was confident Michel would reach the same conclusion, but I was shocked to see him ogling the woman with undisguised admiration. Once a Frenchman, always a Frenchman, especially as he’d been rather cool with me lately. But I had no time to dwell on my partner’s fickleness, as Rita was speaking.

“I’m so sorry to barge in on your family reunion, Joan, but I really think you should tell Kelly about the poison pen letters.”

There followed what is known as a pregnant silence. Whatever I had been expecting Rita to say, it sure wasn’t this. “Joan, what does...?”

“I’m afraid that’s out of the question, Rita” Joan said, firmly. “My cousin and her partner are here for a vacation, and...”

To everyone’s embarrassment, Rita burst into noisy sobs, hiding her face in her handkerchief.

“I know, I know. It’s the height of bad manners, especially when someone is on holiday.

But at least, being related, you know they’ll be very discreet. And someone has to investigate, or who knows where it’ll all end? My husband was going to divorce me over my letter. Now we know everyone’s had one, so there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“You’ve had one, too?” I asked my cousin.

Joan gave me a resigned look. “I didn’t want to tell you, to spoil your holiday.” She got up and went to the sideboard, and brought back a letter which she handed to me. Michel looked over my shoulder as we read it.

It was a particularly nasty poison pen, printed in capitals.


• • •

Marie Maher has written for a number of magazines. She also has two books published on Amazon Kindle, Thirteen Days in Spain, and Ciao! Amore. These are light-hearted romantic mysteries set in various locations on the sunny Mediterranean, and are part of a series entitled 'Mediterranean Mysteries'.

Marie lives in South Yorkshire, England, with her husband, Patrick, and daughter, Sarah. She has another daughter, Helen, and a son, Karl, who have four lovely children between them! She also has to find time to keep up with her rescue dog, Poppy.

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Tuesday, 3 February 2015

Available Now: Before We Say Goodbye by Julie MacLennan

Julie MacLennan

ISBN: 9781310948978
Length: Novel
Genre: Women's Fiction
Price: $4.99

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Four strangers are brought together on a train journey just before Christmas.

They come from very different backgrounds but they all share one thing in common – they have reached a pivotal moment in their lives and after this journey nothing will ever be the same again.

From the sorrow which follows joy, the love which turns to betrayal and the rejection which finally finds the door to acceptance, each will discover that the only journey which really matters is the one which leads to survival.

• • •

‘I’m leaving you!’

The young woman at the end of the phone screamed in fury as Damien Hunt calmly rose from his desk and walked towards the window.

The late afternoon sun was slipping silently below the horizon in a last brilliant blaze of crimson defiance. The irony was not lost on him as he witnessed the magnificent rays disappearing from sight at exactly the same moment as Stella Milner was doing her best to elicit a response – any response – from him.

‘Do you hear me? Are you even listening? What’s the matter with you?’

She was almost hysterical now, and he could tell that his continued refusal to answer her was only inflaming an already volatile situation. But not for the first time, he recognised it as his escape route and said nothing.

‘Damien? Damien! Will you answer me?’

The silence on the line was deafening and Damien could hear her start to cry.

He closed his eyes. There was a part of him which felt guilty, responsible for the situation in which they now found themselves. But only a part of him.

Mostly what he felt was a dreadful and overwhelming weariness.

It was a feeling which was unfamiliar and yet it had crept up on him lately, invading his thoughts during random moments and making him doubt everything. Including himself.

And now it was telling him that there was no point in prolonging this conversation.

He let the phone fall to his side as Stella continued to rage against him.

They both knew that she was right. She wanted only what she deserved. There was only one problem.

He couldn’t give it to her.

Couldn’t give her the commitment and the stability that she hadn’t cared about in the beginning but now seemed to crave. He couldn’t give it, and more importantly he didn’t want to give it. Not to her. Not to anyone. Not ever.

Her voice became louder and he reluctantly raised the phone to his ear again.

‘Can’t you even speak to me now, Damien? What do you think I am? Some little tramp? A one night stand? You really think that you’re better than me, don’t you, Damien?’

Still he remained silent.

When she spoke again, her voice was lower and she sounded more in control.

‘Okay, if you won’t speak to me on the phone, you leave me no choice. We’ll just have to have this conversation in front of everyone in your office. I’m coming round.’

• • •

Julie MacLennan lives and works in Inverness, in the Highlands of Scotland.

This is her first published novel, although she has been writing for as long as she can remember.

Some of her earliest memories are of sitting by her grandfather’s chair and being fascinated by the books he read. Later, encouraged by her grandmother’s gift for writing and her mother’s imagination, she began to transfer her own short stories and poetry to paper.

Her shared love of football with her father inspired her to write the poem “Farewell, Our Friend” which was read out and televised around the world at George Best’s funeral in late 2005.

More recently, she was honored to be asked by the Royal British Legion if they could use another of her poems, “The Promise”, as part of their commemoration of the First World War.

She is now working on her second novel.

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