Wednesday, 20 November 2013

C. Margery Kempe: Man City: Martin

Please welcome C. Margery Kempe back to Heart of Fiction. C. Margery is the author of the fabulous Man City Series -- Shai, Lizzie, and now Martin.

Martin is a special release for Tirgearr Publishing in several ways --

1) It adds the Man City Series
2) It's a holiday story so part of the Ring in the Holidays event
3) Is Tirgearr's first all male erotic romance story

All great reasons to celebrate. Let's take a look at the series --

Shai has it bad for two men in her life -- her current boyfriend, chef extraordinaire and thoughtful lover; and her ex-boyfriend, sports enthusiast . . . out of and in the bedroom. Looking to spice up her current relationship, Shai takes advantage to celebrate the monumental win of the boys' favorite team to celebrate in her own special way.

Lizzie is in an open relationship and dating two men she loves. When one of them suggests they be exclusive, Lizzie is torn. Both men are very different can appeal to her in their own ways. How can she chose? Perhaps, with their consent, a love test? She'll have them both together and make her decision.

Martin is alone over the holidays and he hates it. Especially when his two closest gay friends seem like the ideal couple. In fact, he calls them the Dynamic Duo. He's secretly had a crush on both of them, but values their friendship even more. Then one of them kisses him -- deep, hard, and with feeling. Martin is both strongly attracted yet respecting his friendship with them both and knows he can't have an affair with him. Hoping to put the incident past him, he finds himself in the same situation with the other friend. Are the Dynamic Duo breaking up? Break-ups are horrible. Friends usually go with one or the other. He would never be able to divide his affections in favor of one or the other. What is he to do when he's offered the Christmas gift of a lifetime?

The Man City Series is a great collection of creative stories which will appeal to both erotica and erotic romance readers. Each story is well-told with believable characters and situations, and some hot, hot love scenes! With Martin, one can't help feel the loneliness of the holiday season. He sees how perfect his friends' relationship is and craves a partner for himself and a perfect relationship of his own. If he can only get out of his funk. His friends prove the perfect friends by offering him the gift of a lifetime, and readers will come away from fanning themselves. At the heart of Martin is a heartwarming story of love and friendship, and happy endings in the purest sense ;-)

Before we check out the excerpt, remember, C.Margery is giving away a copy of Man City: Martin to one lucky commenter today. Be sure to leave your email address so we can contact you.

Also, in Tirgearr's 5-in-5 event, all commenters this week will be put into a draw for the grand prize at the end of the week -- all FIVE books published this week. PLUS the three books from last years' event. That's *EIGHT* books to one lucky commenter. Be *sure* to leave your email address so we can contact you.

And if you're on Facebook, Tigearr is running the same event on their events page. Double your chances of winning by joining the event there and leaving your comments -- 

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Martin hated Christmas. Okay, maybe he didn't hate the holiday as much as he hated being on his own for it. Or worse, not on his own but spending it with Scott and James, the perfect couple. He's ready to grumble through the jolly season envying their lovely life, but then James starts flirting with him -- and on another night, so does Scott. Are the dynamic duo breaking up? Martin can't decide if he's more heartbroken at losing their perfect example -- or wildly turned on by getting one of the men of his dreams. But which one?

I hate Christmas! Martin frowned at the jolly Father Christmas waving at the crowd with unstoppable exuberance. He must be getting paid by the smile. Most people were returning the man's manic grin with all the buoyant spirit of the season—a spirit that continued to elude him.

He wouldn't exactly call himself a Scrooge, but Martin had found it difficult to get any of the abundant cheer that seemed to fill everyone else in the world right now. The holiday was weeks away and yet people were singing carols and wrapping themselves in ribbons of stripey colours and wishing for snow. 

Bah humbug. 

Admittedly a big part of that was no doubt that he hadn't had a date in weeks. Or sex with anyone but himself for even longer. Martin stopped to stare at a mannequin in the window. It was vaguely male-shaped with no eyes or mouth. And he still felt a stirring of arousal. He closed his eyes and sighed. I need to get laid! 

Maybe he would meet someone at a holiday party. It could happen. There was that cutie Lars at the office do last year. That lasted a few weeks before the Nordic beauty buggered off back home to Sweden. What a shame and a great loss to international relations. I surely improved my linguistic talents, Martin though with a wistful sigh.

He hurried down to the escalator, realizing that he had spent more time than expected dithering over a gift for his sister. She was always so hard to buy for. The only thing he knew she liked was books, but she read such odd things—non-fiction mostly, but it might be a tome on the Chinese opium trade or a dissection of a recent serial killer. It was hard to predict, but he was tired of just giving her book tokens. It seemed so impersonal.

That had to be the worst part of the holidays: making decision after decision. Martin found it so stressful. In the end he had picked up and set down a dozen books and never managed to pick any one of them, imagining her face looking utterly confused and perhaps a little offended at some of the choices.

So it was a wasted foray into the hated mall so far. And he needed to step up the pace because he was meeting Scott and James for a late lunch at the pub. Martin felt a wave of despair wash over him. Normally he looked forward to spending even a little time with the Dynamic Duo, but at the moment their shiny perfection was a painful reminder of his hopelessness.

Nothing like a happy couple to make you feel like you were fated to die alone with a hundred cats and empty gin bottles around your feet. Martin found it all too easy to picture today. He could even see the ginger cat that would chomp on his recently deceased corpse with a barely contained glee. Would anyone cry for me? Martin mused. Drama queen!

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C. Margery Kempe is a writer of erotic romance distinguished by its humour, intelligence, and fearless sensual pleasures. Her stories range from contemporary thrillers to medieval era fairy tales.

An English professor by day, she also writes on medieval literature, film, creative writing and New Media, as well as humor, drama, mainstream and genre fiction under her real name and non-explicit romance as Kit Marlowe.

She's a weekly blogger at Nights of Passion on Sundays.

 Find C. Margery online at --

Nights of Passion
The Pop Culture Divas
Tirgearr Publishing

Man City: Martin
Man City Series, book three

Man City: Shai
Man City Series, book one
Man City: Lizzie
Man City Series, book two


  1. Thanks for hosting me!

  2. Welcome back to Heart of Fiction, C. Margery, and congrats on the latest Man City edition. What a treat! One can't help but feel sorry for Martin in the beginning, but you brought the story through many emotions, told a great story, and . . . well, I can't tell the ending. That would be rude. Let's just say {fan fan fan}. You write one heck of a 'happy ending', if i do say so myself.

    Two questions come to mind --

    What inspired this story?

    Is this the last of the Man City Series?

    1. What inspired it? Hmmm, I used to be a real grump about Xmas and then I sort of didn't care much -- it was good writing time. But now that I have a partner with kids I'm finding the fun side of it despite my own pagan beliefs. I'll join anyone's party!

      Is it the last? I suspect not :-) maybe I need a foursome now!

    2. The series certainly has a lot of scope, and readers love series stories. Then of course there's men, men, men! ;-)

      I hear ya on the holidays thing. It can be depressing when you're on your own, even if you're around family. I'm finding a change of heart now that I have a nephew.

    3. I never found it depressing. Irritating but not depressing. I like spending time on my own. Much better than listening to bickering or endless American football games.