Summer Sale Ahoy!

Yes, the weather is stupidly sticky, Wimbledon is about to start, and England are doing well at the Women’s World Cup. As only two of those are good things, let’s round it up to three by announcing that it’s time for the Tirgearr Publishing Summer Sale!

For the month of July, any book retailing at $1.99 or above will be available at Smashwords for 50% off, in all formats including epub, mobi and PDF. What more incentive do you need to check out their fabulous selection of titles, including the City Knights hot historical romances and City Nights contemporary romances. And don’t forget that many of the earlier City Nights books, my own One Night in Brussels among them, are permanently priced at 99c, which is a bargain in anyone’s books.

Remember – this sale only applies to titles bought via Smashwords. Just use the code SSW50 when you checkout. To start shopping, simply click on the image below and you’ll be taken straight to the Tirgearr portal on Smashwords, where the browsing can commence. Happy reading!


Lust In The Dust Cover Reveal

How does a collection of erotic fiction with a post-apocalyptic theme sound? Intriguing, right? Well, that anthology is coming out in July from Sinful Press. It’s called Lust In The Dust and here’s the first look at the cover:

The anthology is edited by Janine Ashbless, and as well as my own story, Addicted To Disaster, there are contributions from a great line-up of authors including Sommer Marsden, S. Nano and Gregory L. Norris. It’s going to be a blast!


Leprechaun Blog Tour

It’s the last day of the blog tour, and my final stop is on the Dreamspinner Press blog, where I’m interviewing Johnny, the mischief-making leprechaun himself. Read the post here, and find out more about The Leprechaun Next Door at the Dreamspinner website. And I hope you’ve enjoyed all these posts as much as I enjoyed putting them together…

The Blog Tour Continues

You can find me at Two Chicks Obsessed, discussing why leprechauns can make a great subject for an MM romance and sharing a few of the myths about these feisty little men – don’t forget to leave a comment, as you could win a copy of the book. And I’ve also stopped off today at Love Bytes Reviews, discussing the joys of writing urban fantasy. More to come over the next couple of days, and I hope you’re enjoying the tour…

Devon Meets A Leprechaun

To mark St Patrick’s Day, and the beautiful rainbow over the New York Stadium in Rotherham yesterday, which may very well have had a pot of gold at the end of it, here’s a short excerpt from The Leprechaun Next Door. It’s the moment when Devon finds out about his new friend Johnny’s true nature:

“Johnny, I’m not so sure this is a good idea.”

“No, it’s the best idea.” He produced two shot glasses and put them and the bottle on the table. He sat on the couch next to Devon so that he could unscrew the bottle cap and pour each of them a shot. “Down in one, okay?”

Devon followed Johnny’s lead, swallowing the poteen in one big gulp. It burned a noxious, fiery trail down his throat, and he shuddered.

“Better already, I’ll bet.” Johnny poured another round. This time he raised his glass in a toast. “To making new friends.”

“New friends,” Devon echoed, the second shot going down a little more smoothly than the first.

Johnny turned to look at him. “You’ve told me all about losing your job and your asshole boyfriend, so while we’re trading life stories and secrets, let me share mine with you. But you need to come a little closer first.” He patted the couch beside him. Devon wondered if this was some kind of come-on, but he still shuffled up to sit next to Johnny, so close that their thighs pressed together. The heat of Johnny’s skin was obvious even through the two layers of denim between them. Johnny lowered his voice until it was little more than a whisper. “I’m a leprechaun.”

Devon snorted. “Right. Now I know I’ve had too much to drink.”

“I’m telling you the truth.” Johnny fixed him with his dazzling green gaze, the look in his eyes one of utter sincerity.

“Oh, come on. I’ve seen those guys on the cereal packets, and you look nothing like them.”

“That’s a cruel and unfair stereotype, peddled by a world that hates us and wants to steal our treasure.”

“Yeah, yeah, very funny.” Devon tried to rise from his seat, wobbled, clutched the arm of the chair, and sat down again. Man, that poteen stuff has really gone to my head. Who’d have thought something made from potatoes could be so lethal? “But you can’t be a leprechaun. I mean, they’re, like, this high.” He lifted a hand, indicating a spot about three feet off the ground. “And they’re loud and belligerent. They’re definitely not—” He stopped himself before he said hot.

“If we want to live among humans, we have to blend in. Take on their form.” It sounded so reasonable when Johnny said it. As Devon gazed at him he had to admit if that was the case, Johnny had chosen the cutest form he could have found.

To read more, pick up a copy of The Leprechaun Next Door from Dreamspinner or Amazon.