July Sale @ Smashwords

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Chastity_Flame_boxset_500unquietdreamssbykalaity200 High Plains Lazarus by KA Laity - 500 The Mangrove Legacy by Kit Marlowe - 500 Knight of the White Hart by Kathryn Marlow  - 500 The Big Splash by Kit Marlowe - 500 The Big Spin by Kit Marlowe - 500

July Sale!

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All my books at Tirgearr are half off at Smashwords: that includes Kit Marlowe’s books too! Get ’em while they’re hot. Summer is for reading, after all!

Still Audacious!

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Me and the Cap’n and the Rev are still here to lead you into the unknown waters of 2014 (as captured in deft strokes by Vincent Holland-Keen). I don’t know about you, but January has flown past for me. It’s about the time that resolutions begin to flag. Time to reassess. What’s working? What isn’t? What needs to be done? What can be discarded?

It’s useful assess periodically, but be frank with yourself. What do you need? Man does not live on bread alone and woman neither. How are you feeding your creativity? Habit is a useful tool. Be mindful which ones you create.

I’ll say it again: Take up the flag of audacity and dare to be bold. Dream big. No one else can make the dreams in your head reality: dare, fail, pick yourself up and dare some more. And have a blast doing it.

Let 2014 be audacious.

Out Now (Really!): The Big Splash

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Out now after last week’s unexpected glitch!

The Big Splash

Introducing the world of Constance & Collier

It’s London in the Jazz Age: the times are fast and the women faster. Constance Wynne Hare has men eager to throw themselves at her feet—so why does she pine for the one man who takes her for granted?

A new novella from Tirgearr Publishing that kicks off the slightly racy (but never rude!), madcap adventures of a young woman with more money than sense and the sensible woman who pulls her bacon from the fire more times than she can count. It’s a dash of P. G. Wodehouse with the breathless pace of Winifred Watson and a whole lot of lively shenanigans with the Bright Young Things of the Big Smoke.

And next? Monte Carlo and The Big Spin!

An excerpt from The Big Splash:

“Constance, I am preparing a luncheon, you could not have called at a more inconvenient time.”

“Mother, I’m desperate!” Constance wailed. “Miss Emery has bolted.”

“Oh, Constance, not again.” Her mother’s disapproval seemed to snake right through the telephone cord to admonish her. “Why can you not keep servants?”

“I have had the cook for three months now,” Constance said with some tartness.

“Only because you never eat at home,” Mrs. Wynne Hare countered, successfully silencing Constance for the moment. “Whatever shall you do now?”

Constance pouted. “I rather hoped that you would have some motherly advice.”

“You know what my advice will be, Constance. Stop behaving like a raving lunatic and be a sensible girl. Marry a nice young banker and settle down in the country.”

Constance winced. It wasn’t so much that she didn’t anticipate the use of the phrase. This phrase formed the foundation of Mother’s perennial advice, after all. But the words had been delivered with such a ringing attitude of certainty that her own will wavered if but for a moment.

An ordinary girl would have quailed before the commanding maternal tone. Constance, however, was no ordinary girl. What a robust constitution and plenty of parental latitude in the past had not provided, a generous trust fund account finished off. This proved a freedom one would not easily relinquish.

She tried another tack. “How on earth could I snag a banker if I don’t even have a lady’s maid to call my own?” Check, Constance added silently.

Her mother’s sigh sounded suspiciously like defeat to Constance’s ears. “Well, I suppose that is true enough,” her mother said.

“Of course it is! Now whatever shall I do? I don’t think the agency will give me another so soon.”

“You appear to have been born most undeservedly under a lucky star,” Mrs. Wynne Hare said after a minute pause. “Miss Vanbrugh’s lady’s maid has recently left her employment.”

“You mean Mrs. Baird’s employment.” Constance corrected her mother.

“Indeed,” Mrs. Wynne Hare’s tone indicated clearly she did not appreciate the correction. Constance winced. She would pay for the slip later. “In fact, her marriage rendered the position no longer suitable, it seems. Collier has an abhorrence of working for married ladies.”

“Collier?” Constance tried to conjure an image of the person in question and found herself unable to recall a thing about Miss Vanbrugh’s lady’s maid, which spoke well on her behalf. The ones you noticed often provided unpleasant shocks. A good lady’s maid should be as flattering as a well cut chemise and just as unobtrusive.

“Yes, Collier. I must say it seems the height of irony that all of her charges seem to end up married rather sooner than expected.”

Constance could not help but notice how the glow had returned to her mother’s tone. Check for the other player this time. This peculiarity of habit or luck on the part of the lady’s maid did not bode well for the acquisition, but Constance was in a bind. “Well then, can you phone and have her sent around? Things are a shambles here and I am meant to be lunching with Mr. Wood in less than an hour!”

“I do not approve of that young man,” Mrs. Wynne Hare sniffed. “He is decidedly louche.”

“I know, Mother, but until I can snag a suitable banker, I do enjoy amusing myself with the likes of Mr. Wood.”

“Your inability to ‘snag a banker’, as you vulgarly put it, may be due entirely to the amount of time you are seen gallivanting around town with the likes of Mr. Wood.”

“I need the strong guidance of a good lady’s maid,” Constance countered with surprising smoothness, which impressed and cheered her no end. “Do please ring Collier and send her around, there’s a dear, Mother.”

“Well, all right.” Her mother sighed with the requisite weariness.

“Heavens, I am going to be most horribly late for lunch.”

“Oh, Constance, when is that not the case?”

“But what should I do to occupy myself while I’m waiting?”

“Can you not read a book or something?”

“Mother, be serious,” Constance said, her eyes wide with shock.

“For heaven’s sake! Take a bath, Constance.”

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The Big Glitch

“There is a crack in everything;
That’s how the light gets in.”
Leonard Cohen, Anthem

The Big Splash by Kit Marlowe - 500I was pleased to announce my latest publication yesterday, The Big Splash, a novella by my alter ego Kit Marlowe. It’s a bit ironic that this breezy, madcap adventure has run into a bit of a limbo problem. While you can get it in a variety of formats (including a Kindle-ready mobi) at Smashwords (go on, go get it) it’s not showing up on Amazon yet due to a glitch.

This is a problem.

While Smashwords is great (and you can buy the same files you would get from other sites for the same price) most people go to Amazon. It’s not a monopoly; it’s the thing next door to it though. You can Google a bunch of opinions about why Amazon does what it does and seeks to completely control the means of distribution for just about every purchase, but I’ll let you get on with that yourself.

There’ll be a quiz later.

So my publisher tears out her hair and reloads the file for the umpteenth time only to have it once more disappear into a digital crack that none of the publishing team at Amazon seem to be able to find. Load: disappear: reload.

You can’t phone up customer service. She’s emailed back and forth, gone to the discussion forums to see if someone else has had similar issues. On and on and on — she’s understandably frustrated about this particular issue, but considering the stepped up publishing schedule on track for this year, the problems of the model are abundantly clear.

Amazon is great as long as you don’t have a problem. But when you do, it can be difficult to sort it out. And frustrating. Any writer who has received one star reviews because a customer couldn’t work out a technical issue or some other unrelated issue knows the irritation and the helplessness against the monolith.

So, doubtless I’m losing sales. Fortunately, I’m in it for the long haul, so little disappointments have to be taken in stride. But it’s not the first time I’ve had misgivings about the monolith (though I’m a part of it, too).

Can we do anything about Amazon? Or is it already too late?

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Our little executive toddler is feeling poorly: Mark is off watching over her while her mum is down with a bug. May everyone get well quickly.

Out Now: The Big Splash!

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The Big Splash

Introducing the world of Constance & Collier by Kit Marlowe

It’s London in the Jazz Age: the times are fast and the women faster. Constance Wynne Hare has men eager to throw themselves at her feet—so why does she pine for the one man who takes her for granted?

A new novella from Tirgearr Publishing that kicks off the slightly racy (but never rude!), madcap adventures of a young woman with more money than sense and the sensible woman who pulls her bacon from the fire more times than she can count. It’s a dash of P. G. Wodehouse with the breathless pace of Winifred Watson and a whole lot of lively shenanigans with the Bright Young Things of the Big Smoke.

And next? Monte Carlo and The Big Spin!

An excerpt:

“Constance, I am preparing a luncheon, you could not have called at a more inconvenient time.”

“Mother, I’m desperate!” Constance wailed. “Miss Emery has bolted.”

“Oh, Constance, not again.” Her mother’s disapproval seemed to snake right through the telephone cord to admonish her. “Why can you not keep servants?”

“I have had the cook for three months now,” Constance said with some tartness.

“Only because you never eat at home,” Mrs. Wynne Hare countered, successfully silencing Constance for the moment. “Whatever shall you do now?”

Constance pouted. “I rather hoped that you would have some motherly advice.”

“You know what my advice will be, Constance. Stop behaving like a raving lunatic and be a sensible girl. Marry a nice young banker and settle down in the country.”

Constance winced. It wasn’t so much that she didn’t anticipate the use of the phrase. This phrase formed the foundation of Mother’s perennial advice, after all. But the words had been delivered with such a ringing attitude of certainty that her own will wavered if but for a moment.

An ordinary girl would have quailed before the commanding maternal tone. Constance, however, was no ordinary girl. What a robust constitution and plenty of parental latitude in the past had not provided, a generous trust fund account finished off. This proved a freedom one would not easily relinquish.

She tried another tack. “How on earth could I snag a banker if I don’t even have a lady’s maid to call my own?” Check, Constance added silently.

Her mother’s sigh sounded suspiciously like defeat to Constance’s ears. “Well, I suppose that is true enough,” her mother said.

“Of course it is! Now whatever shall I do? I don’t think the agency will give me another so soon.”

“You appear to have been born most undeservedly under a lucky star,” Mrs. Wynne Hare said after a minute pause. “Miss Vanbrugh’s lady’s maid has recently left her employment.”

“You mean Mrs. Baird’s employment.” Constance corrected her mother.

“Indeed,” Mrs. Wynne Hare’s tone indicated clearly she did not appreciate the correction. Constance winced. She would pay for the slip later. “In fact, her marriage rendered the position no longer suitable, it seems. Collier has an abhorrence of working for married ladies.”

“Collier?” Constance tried to conjure an image of the person in question and found herself unable to recall a thing about Miss Vanbrugh’s lady’s maid, which spoke well on her behalf. The ones you noticed often provided unpleasant shocks. A good lady’s maid should be as flattering as a well cut chemise and just as unobtrusive.

“Yes, Collier. I must say it seems the height of irony that all of her charges seem to end up married rather sooner than expected.”

Constance could not help but notice how the glow had returned to her mother’s tone. Check for the other player this time. This peculiarity of habit or luck on the part of the lady’s maid did not bode well for the acquisition, but Constance was in a bind. “Well then, can you phone and have her sent around? Things are a shambles here and I am meant to be lunching with Mr. Wood in less than an hour!”

“I do not approve of that young man,” Mrs. Wynne Hare sniffed. “He is decidedly louche.”

“I know, Mother, but until I can snag a suitable banker, I do enjoy amusing myself with the likes of Mr. Wood.”

“Your inability to ‘snag a banker’, as you vulgarly put it, may be due entirely to the amount of time you are seen gallivanting around town with the likes of Mr. Wood.”

“I need the strong guidance of a good lady’s maid,” Constance countered with surprising smoothness, which impressed and cheered her no end. “Do please ring Collier and send her around, there’s a dear, Mother.”

“Well, all right.” Her mother sighed with the requisite weariness.

“Heavens, I am going to be most horribly late for lunch.”

“Oh, Constance, when is that not the case?”

“But what should I do to occupy myself while I’m waiting?”

“Can you not read a book or something?”

“Mother, be serious,” Constance said, her eyes wide with shock.

“For heaven’s sake! Take a bath, Constance.”

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