Tirgearr Publishing: March 2015

Tuesday, 24 March 2015

Available Now: One Night in Salamanca by Elena Reid

ONE NIGHT IN SALAMANCA
City Nights, #10
Elena Reid

ISBN: 9781311519177
ASIN: B00U4BLO9G
Length: Novella
Genre: Erotic Romance

Price: $2.99

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Polly makes the decision to study in beautiful Salamanca because she wants to find herself. She doesn’t expect to find Professor Alejandro Flores, a man who fills her dreams with passion and her body with longing. At age 25, Polly has had little experience with men, but on the morning of the Medieval Market she bumps into the Professor. In the next 24 hours, Polly is going to experience pleasure beyond her wildest dreams and her life is going to be changed forever.

• • •

Simon stood out because, for the first time, the attraction had been mutual. Polly had wanted him so badly that she ached for him. Yet she had been the one to end it. And why? She’d told herself it was because he liked science fiction too much and she couldn’t find any interest in the subject. She’d also tried telling herself it was because he had an intense passion for rap music that she simply could not relate to. The violence of the lyrics scared her and made her long for some soft jazz number to soothe her nerves. But, if she was truly honest with herself, she’d broken it off because he had wanted sex and she’d run out of excuses.

The sudden epiphany that she was scared of sex caused Polly to stop dead in her tracks. The plump woman that had been walking with gusto behind her collided with her and Polly hit the ground before she knew what had happened.

“Chica tonta!” Silly girl! cried the woman, struggling to keep her own balance.

“Lo siento!” I’m sorry! she shouted after her, but the woman had already disappeared.

Polly realised that she had to move to the side before she was trampled by the overly enthusiastic throng. She saw an open hand appear at the side of her head and grabbed it without bothering to see who it belonged to. The anonymous hand guided her into the doorway of a small café.

“Muchas gracias,” Polly murmured. She looked down to see if there had been any damage to her dress but it was intact, just a bit dusty. Her left knee was bleeding lightly.

Suddenly the stranger knelt in front of her, gently dusting the grit away before pressing on the graze. Polly blushed, realising that if he were to look up, he would be able to see up her short dress. She could only see the top of his head, which was covered in thick brown curls that were slightly greying at the sides, and his satisfyingly broad shoulders. She loved hair like his. It reminded her of…

“¿Está bien?” Are you well? She recognised the deep, commanding voice immediately from the lectures she always sat at the back of. It was Professor Alejandro Flores in all his glory.

“Si, soy fino.” Yes, I’m fine. Polly pulled the material of her dress together at the sides. Her cheeks were so hot they were probably the same shade as her hair. It had been less than an hour since she had been dreaming of his naked body writhing next to her own.

The professor stood up slowly without taking his eyes away from Polly’s body. She twitched self-consciously and he smiled with recognition as their eyes met. “Ahh, Polly Carter. A student of the liberal arts if I remember rightly?”

His query was more of a statement, but Polly nodded anyway. It seemed surreal that he even knew who she was out of all the students that attended his lectures. The lecture wasn’t compulsory for many courses, and yet was still full.

Polly imagined that many of the other female students were there simply to admire Professor Flores’ masculine prowess, and she couldn’t blame them. She would have still attended had it not been necessary.

“Let me accompany you to the mercado medieval.” Without waiting for a reply, Professor Flores took Polly’s arm and wrapped it around his. He waited for a gap and then together they rejoined the masses. All the scents that had been so overpowering faded, to be replaced with the spiciness of his aftershave, and the light smell of his body having been in the heat. She focused on putting one foot in front of the other; it was all she could do to not faint at his feet.

• • •

Elena was born and raised in a small town in the northwest of England. Her childhood days were gloriously filled with stories in the form of books and films. She always wanted to create her own happily-ever-afters for others to enjoy.

Now, Elena lives with her husband and partner in crime near the sea. Writing and reading remain her passions.

Find Elena Online

Website - http://brooksauthor.wix.com/elenareid
Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/elenareidauthor
Tirgearr Publishing - http://tirgearrpublishing.com/authors/Reid_Elena

Tuesday, 10 March 2015

Available Now: Olivia by Joyce Brennan

OLIVIA
Women of Rexford, #1
Joyce Brennan

Length: Novel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Price: $3.99

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When Olivia McDougle discovers her fiancé with another woman, she leaves her career as an advertising executive in New York City, and takes over her family’s newspaper in Rexford, Ohio. One of Olivia’s editorials exposes the misdeeds of a local judge and his retaliation, almost destroys her life and the life of her new love, Dr. Mitch James.

Will their love withstand the turmoil?

• • •

Olivia’s heels struck the marble floor and echoed off the empty hallway. The copy room was her last stop before she could finally head home. She ignored a moment of apprehension when she discovered the key in the lock instead of hidden away in the top drawer of the file cabinet. The executive staff of Mercer Advertising persistently warned the team about the danger of corporate espionage almost to the point of paranoia. A memo issued from office security required everyone to lock the copy room door after use.
She flung open the door and stopped short. She hadn’t expected to find anyone inside the dimly lit copy room, especially her fiancé, Brian Mercer.

“Olivia, what the hell are you doing here? I thought you’d left for the day.” Brian growled.

“What’s going…? Oh!” Olivia grasped her throat.

The flashy blonde from the secretarial pool, often the topic of office gossip, smirked and fumbled for Brian’s shirt to drape around her nude body. Brian made no effort to cover himself, but defiantly focused his stare on Olivia.

“How could you?” Shoes danced across the floor of the windowless room, followed by a long string of rumpled clothing. An empty champagne bottle lay on its side at the edge of the copy machine with two paper cups bearing witness to the crude scene.

Olivia’s breath came out in short bursts. She began to perspire. Her hands flew to her face as if to block out the scene, but the sound of Brian groping around on the floor caused her nostrils to flare. She snatched up one of his shoes intending to hurl at him, but the image of two nude people fanatically searching for their clothes was almost comical.
Almost.

She turned, slammed the door shut, and locked Brian and his playmate inside. Fighting hysterics, she fled down the hallway to her office, the image of Brian with his brassy bimbo seared into her brain. The aroma of the woman’s cheap perfume mixed with Brian’s expensive aftershave singed her nostrils. A sour taste of nausea bubbled in the back of her throat. She wanted to cry and at the same time, laugh.

How could she be so stupid?

• • •

Joyce Brennan writes Romantic Suspense and Cozy Mysteries. She served as editor for a business school newspaper before embarking upon a career with American Airlines. She has authored three Romance novels: Hidden Journal, Broken Promises, and Don't Dance on My Heart. Her short stories have been published in four anthologies and in an internet magazine. She is an active member of the Las Vegas Romance Writer’s, a Chapter of the Romance Writers of America, The Las Vegas Valley Writers, and The Henderson Writers Group. She gives presentations on writing, hosts a critique group and a leads a Creative Writing class. She writes articles for the community newspaper and gives writing advice on her blog. Joyce volunteers at a warehouse that provides medical equipment for seniors. She resides in Las Vegas, NV, with her husband, Tom and their two Yorkies.

Find Joyce Online

Website - http://www.brennanwrites.wordpress.com
Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/joyce.brennan.710
Blog - http://www.joycebrennan.blogspot.com
Tirgearr Publishing - http://www.tirgearrpublishing.com/authors/Brennan_Joyce

Sunday, 8 March 2015

Actively Seeking Great Stories!

OPEN SUBMISSIONS

Actively seeking all adult commercial fiction genres (for readers 18+): Mystery, Thriller, Romance, Suspense, Erotica, Erotic Romance, Horror, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Futuristic, etc. Genre and cross genre welcome.

Also seeing mixed race romance, LGBT, and New Adult stories.

For standard submissions

For City Nights submissions (please read the guidelines for standard submissions as well)

Please be sure to read our FAQs for general information.

Please use the submissions page for the appropriate submission.

Please note: Submissions will be closed 20 March through 15 April

Monday, 2 March 2015

Available Now: The Drinking Gourd by Kotar and Gessler

THE DRINKING GOURD
The Kansas Pirates Saga, #3
S.L. Kotar and J.E. Gessler

Length: Novel
Genre: Historical Romance
Price: $4.99

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A knock came on the door in the dead of night. On the verge of Civil War, such a summons meant trouble and danger. To ignore it offered momentary reprieve for the Ward family: it also meant shirking duty. Such was not in their make-up, for the Wards, otherwise known as the landlocked "Kansas Pirates," had taken the buccaneer's oath to protect one another, and, by association, the oppressed, against tyranny and injustice.

Their help was urgently needed to guide runaway slaves from "Bleeding Kansas" across the river to safer ground. Barbara Nelander-Ward, former first mate aboard the Bottom Dollar, accepts the arduous task and so begins her trek to "follow the drinking gourd" north to freedom. Fighting slavers who worked on the side of the law earning a living selling human beings as chattel, those who believed the dark color of a man or woman's skin made them inferior, battling the elements and finding herself forced to trust a former enemy, Nelander also discovers "the side of right" is not always what it seems.

• • •

The knock at the door came quickly: three sharp raps, a pause, followed by two more. For all the world it might have been a code, yet none in the house rightly spoke the language.

That it signaled danger could not be debated.

Seth Ward rose from his rocker, the Lawrence Gazette he had been reading slipping from his lap to the wooden floor. It landed with a soft swishing noise, hardly enough to disturb a sleeping babe, yet he flinched as though the periodical rattled the walls. Finger to lips, he signaled for silence. Barbara Nelander-Ward, his wife, nodded understanding and softly ushered two older children and the sleeping babe into a rear bedroom.

Before completing the tactical withdrawal, a small pup, teeth bared, body quivering in righteous indignation, raced between her legs. Viciously yapping, the animal squared itself by the main entranceway, a narrow line of fur bristling down its back like a solitary row of corn. The hound’s sudden silence bore testimony to the fact Seth had slipped a hand around its muzzle.

Inside the sleeping chamber, the children formed a close-knit circle.

“Who is out there?” Patricia whispered. As the elder of the non-commissioned crew and senior able-bodied seaman of the farm called Pirate Treasure, she took it upon herself to speak for Peter, her brother, and their infant sister, Paula.

“I don't know,” Nelander responded in a command tone befitting the many years she had worked aboard a real sea-going vessel. “It is best we take precautions...”

Times being what they are.

She did not finish the sentence. In the opening months of 1861, it had already grown old by repetition.

“Shall I get my cutlass?” Peter queried in a brave, ten year-old’s voice. “If it’s trouble, I want to be ready.”

“Say, rather, it is the unknown,” his stepmother advised.

“But I want to be prepared to defend the house. And you and Captain Papa and —”

“Enough. It is an officer’s duty to protect. You will receive your orders. In the meantime, stay here. Do not emerge until given the all clear.”

Expecting them to obey, she cast a loving glance at her sleeping daughter then tiptoed out, sealing the door behind. Lowering the wick in the kerosene lamp to make her and her husband less of an obvious target, Nelander merged with the night shadows, rejoining Seth by the entrance. The fact he had grabbed the deer rifle from the wall and cradled it in the crook of his arm augmented rather than lessened her discomfiture.

"Have you looked out the window? Who's there?"

He shrugged. “Whoever it is, he's standing outside my line of vision. Can’t make him out.”

Professing ignorance of the summons provided no escape. Granting the stranger had seen the lamp burning through the window, he could reasonably expect the family to be home. Waiting too long might incite ire. Refusing to answer altogether implied fear.

And cowardice.

Giving their enemy, if so he turned out to be, an edge.

• • •

S. L. Kotar and J. E. Gessler's first writing success was an episode of the television series GUNSMOKE. The episode, "Kitty's Love Affair," guest-starred Richard Kiley as a gunfighter who saves Kitty's life and then becomes romantically involved with her. This was the highest-rated episode in the series' 20-year history. They published an iconoclastic Civil War magazine called "The Kepi" for many years, specializing in new historical perspectives of the battles and leaders as well as presenting detailed articles on life in the 1860's. Their published works include a detailed account of the series starring Darren McGavin, "Riverboat: The Evolution of a Television Series, 1959-1961" and historical non-fiction texts including, "The Steamboat Era: A History of Fulton's Folly on American Rivers, 1807-1860," "Ballooning: A History, 1782-1900," "The Rise of the American Circus, 1716-1899," "Smallpox: A History," and a cardiology textbook, "The Complete Guide to Ambulatory Cardiac Monitoring and Full Disclosure Telemetry." Their book, "Cholera: A History" is due out later in 2013 and they are currently working on "Yellow Fever: A History," due out in 2014. Outside of writing and cardiology, their main interest is baseball; they are close friends with Whitey Herzog, the great Hall of Fame manager, who inspired them to move to St. Louis and they have rooted for the Pittsburgh Pirates for many years.

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