Saturday, October 14, 2017

WeekendWritingWarriors - 14 October 2017 - Where's Michelle (2)

14 October 2017:

As Christiane France, I write LGBT, MTS, PA, and RO. My alter ego, Chris Grover, writes MTS. This is a weekly blog hop where participants post 8-10 sentences from a published work or a work in progress. The blog posts go live between 12:00 noon Saturday and 9:00a.m. Sunday. It’s a great way to discover new authors and expand networks. So be sure to visit www.wewriwa.com and check out all the WeekendWritingWarriors blogs.
For this week’s edition of WeekendWritingWarriors  www.wewriwa.com I have a few more sentences from Where’s Michelle, a romantic mystery-suspense.


Where’s Michelle
By Chris Grover
https://www.amazon.com/Wheres-Michelle-Chris-Grover-ebook/dp/B07663J7P8/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1507309595&sr=1-1&keywords=Where%27s+Michelle
Also available at Apple iTunes, Kobo, Barnes & Noble

https://www.books2read.com/u/bOaJq0



“Whatever the cause of the accident, it doesn't change the fact Nigel and Kelton knew the time of the widow's arrival and the name of her hotel. Where did they get that information and why?”
          “We have to assume she supplied it herself. Or do you know something you haven't told me?”
          “No. But if she did give it to them, why didn't she call Nigel or one of his people when her daughter disappeared instead of looking for people who don't exist? Doesn't add up, Jack. Something strange is going on.”

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Where’s Michelle is a story about a woman whose child disappears in the chaos of a traffic accident.
American Julie Leighton knew almost nothing about her husband, other than the fact he was English. Then Vic was killed, apparently the victim of a mugger, while he was away from Boston on a business trip. A short time later, Julie received a call from a man who claimed to be her father-in-law, inviting Julie and her nine-year old daughter, Michelle, to visit him and his wife in England.
          Shortly after they arrive at London's Heathrow Airport, the trip becomes a nightmare. The hotel shuttle bus is involved in a traffic accident, and Julie wakes up in hospital to find Michelle has vanished.
As Julie is leaving the hospital in search of her daughter, she runs into Simon Winter. Simon was also on the bus and, like Julie, sustained a few minor injuries in the accident. He has no idea what happened to Michelle, but offers to help Julie find her.
Julie accepts, unaware Simon is posing as a businessman and fellow traveler to gain her confidence. He’s actually Detective Inspector Simon Winter, a member of a special security unit whose job is to protect members of the British government from harm. They recently received a tip Julie's late husband was blackmailing a prominent British politician, and that Julie intends to pick up where Vic left off.
          Whether it’s true or not, it needs to be checked out, and Simon’s had Julie under surveillance from the moment her plane landed.
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Don’t forget this is a blog hop. You can check out all the other contributors’ blogs by following this link:   www.wewriwa.com
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Cool mysteries and hot romance - http://www.chrisgrover.ca
https://www.amazon.com/author/christianefrance
https://www.facebook.com/chris.grover.71
http://twitter.com/chrisgrover2

http://christianefrance.blogspot.ca/ 

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

MidWeekTease - 11 October 2017 - Blues In The Night (2)

11 October 2017:

Thanks so much to Angelica Dawson for hosting the MidWeekTease - http://midweektease.blogspot.ca/ It’s a great way to learn about other authors and their work.
Last week I posted an excerpt from Blues In The Night, a contemporary m/m romance. This week, I have another excerpt from the same book. It’s the following morning and again it’s in Kenny, the secondary character’s, pov:


Blues In The Night
By Christiane France
https://www.amazon.com/Blues-Night-Christiane-France-ebook/dp/B06X9C7LLR/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
Apple iTunes, Barnes & Noble, Kobo - https://www.books2read.com/u/4EdOOm

Blurb:

After a six-month work-related separation, Alain and his partner James planned to meet up for the perfect dream vacation. Then James calls and cancels. He’s met someone new and their relationship is over.
Alain is devastated, and he leaves their vacation hotel in a daze. Evening turns to night and as he walks up one street and down the next, he hears music drifting up from a basement nightclub. The singer sounds like Kenny Dumaine, a man Alain used to know, and he goes in to check.
It takes a moment for Kenny to remember Alain. As an entertainer and always on the move, he’s learned to keep things casual. But Alain’s upset, he’s been drinking, and in no state to be alone. Where’s the harm in offering an old friend a shoulder to cry on? Kenny’s last performance is tomorrow night, and the next day he’ll be leaving for the next stop on his itinerary.

Excerpt:

Kenny woke up a few hours later to daylight and a room filled with warm sunshine. He checked his watch and found it to be a minute or so short of nine-thirty. He pulled on a pair of sweat pants and opened the bedroom door. The thought occurred Alain could well have felt embarrassed enough to leave after their pre-dawn encounter, but he was still there, sprawled face down on the sofa, apparently fast asleep.
Kenny continued on into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. While he waited for it to brew, he checked the refrigerator. He had enough butter, marmalade, milk, juice, and while the bread was yesterday’s, if Alain wanted something to eat it would do.
As the coffee finished and the ready light came on, Alain appeared in the doorway, rubbing his eyes.
“That smells great.”
“How do you take it?”
“Black with a half teaspoon of sugar.”
Kenny filled a mug and handed it to him. “Sugar is in there,” he said, pointing to a plastic container on the table. “You manage to get some sleep?”
“Eventually. All thanks to you.” He looked a tad embarrassed. “You must think I’m a total idiot, getting hammered the way I did, and then, you know…the therapy. I must admit it worked.”
Kenny grinned. “Hey, no problem. What are friends for?”
“You should have tossed me in a cab and sent me back to my hotel.”
“I might have, if I’d known where you were staying. Since I didn’t have a clue… You want something to go with that coffee? I have bread and marmalade, or there’s a café on the next corner if you prefer.”
Alain glanced down at his stained and crumpled pants. “God! Look at me. I’m a total mess. Before I go anywhere, I’ll need to go back to the hotel and get cleaned up.” He added sugar to his coffee, took a couple of sips and glanced at his watch. “I have an idea. That is, unless you already have plans for today.”
“What’s the idea?”
“Why don’t we forget about breakfast and meet somewhere for lunch, say around noon? My way of saying thanks for rescuing me last night.”
“Sounds good, but…” Kenny hesitated. Alain was a nice enough guy. He’d thought that the first time they met in Montreal when he’d been kind enough to give him a bed for the night without asking questions, and meeting again had given him no reason to change his mind. Even so, any fool could see the man was hurting. He didn’t know if it was from breaking up or just falling out with his boyfriend, and he didn’t need to know. Either way, he’d been down that road enough times to know a guy on the rebound tended to take things out of context and fall for the first person who looked his way.

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Don’t forget this is a blog hop. You can check out all the other contributors’ blogs by following this link: http://midweektease.blogspot.ca/

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Cool mysteries and hot romance - http://www.chrisgrover.ca
https://www.amazon.com/author/christianefrance
https://www.facebook.com/chris.grover.71
http://twitter.com/chrisgrover2
http://christianefrance.blogspot.ca/


Saturday, October 7, 2017

WeekendWritingWarriors - 7 October 2017 - Where's Michelle

7 October 2017:



As Christiane France, I write LGBT, MTS, PA, and RO. My alter ego, Chris Grover, writes MTS. This is a weekly blog hop where participants post 8-10 sentences from a published work or a work in progress. The blog posts go live between 12:00 noon Saturday and 9:00a.m. Sunday. It’s a great way to discover new authors and expand networks. So be sure to visit www.wewriwa.com and check out all the WeekendWritingWarriors blogs.

For this week’s edition of WeekendWritingWarriors  www.wewriwa.com I have several sentences from Where’s Michelle.



Where’s Michelle
By Chris Grover
https://www.amazon.com/Wheres-Michelle-Chris-Grover-ebook/dp/B07663J7P8/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1507309595&sr=1-1&keywords=Where%27s+Michelle
Also available at Apple iTunes, Kobo, Barnes & Noble

https://www.books2read.com/u/bOaJq0



“Come, my dear. We must go.” He grasped Michelle's arm and hustled her away down the platform without a backward glance. Unless he was very much mistaken, the scales had tipped even more in his favor.
          After telling Eddy to go to the hotel and keep his eye on the woman, Frank hurried after Michelle and the man she'd been told was her grandfather.
          As the train began to move, Frank jumped into the last car. He knew the guv and exactly what the conniving bastard was capable of. The guv was about as warm and cozy as a stiff on a slab, and he didn't trust him an inch. Not after the nasty tricks he'd pulled with little Amy Jean.

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Where’s Michelle is a story about a woman whose child disappears in the chaos of a traffic accident.
American Julie Leighton knew almost nothing about her husband, other than the fact he was English. Then Vic was killed, apparently the victim of a mugger, while he was away from Boston on a business trip. A short time later, Julie received a call from a man who claimed to be her father-in-law, inviting Julie and her nine-year old daughter, Michelle, to visit him and his wife in England.
          Shortly after they arrive at London's Heathrow Airport, the trip becomes a nightmare. The hotel shuttle bus is involved in a traffic accident, and Julie wakes up in hospital to find Michelle has vanished.
As Julie is leaving the hospital in search of her daughter, she runs into Simon Winter. Simon was also on the bus and, like Julie, sustained a few minor injuries in the accident. He has no idea what happened to Michelle, but offers to help Julie find her.
Julie accepts, unaware Simon is posing as a businessman and fellow traveler to gain her confidence. He’s actually Detective Inspector Simon Winter, a member of a special security unit whose job is to protect members of the British government from harm. They recently received a tip Julie's late husband was blackmailing a prominent British politician, and that Julie intends to pick up where Vic left off.
          Whether it’s true or not, it needs to be checked out, and Simon’s had Julie under surveillance from the moment her plane landed.

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Don’t forget this is a blog hop. You can check out all the other contributors’ blogs by following this link:   www.wewriwa.com

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Cool mysteries and hot romance - http://www.chrisgrover.ca
https://www.amazon.com/author/christianefrance
https://www.facebook.com/chris.grover.71
http://twitter.com/chrisgrover2

http://christianefrance.blogspot.ca/ 

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

MidWeekTease - October 4, 2017 - Blues In The Night

4 October 2017:

For this week’s edition of the MidWeekTease, http://midweektease.blogspot.ca/, I have an excerpt from Blues In The Night, a contemporary m/m romance:



Blues In The Night
By Christiane France
https://www.amazon.com/Blues-Night-Christiane-France-ebook/dp/B06X9C7LLR/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
Apple iTunes, Barnes & Noble, Kobo - https://www.books2read.com/u/4EdOOm

Blurb:

After a six-month work-related separation, Alain and his partner James planned to meet up for the perfect dream vacation. Then James calls and cancels. He’s met someone new and their relationship is over.
Alain is devastated, and he leaves their vacation hotel in a daze. Evening turns to night and as he walks up one street and down the next, he hears music drifting up from a basement nightclub. The singer sounds like Kenny Dumaine, a man Alain used to know, and he goes in to check.
It takes a moment for Kenny to remember Alain. As an entertainer and always on the move, he’s learned to keep things casual. But Alain’s upset, he’s been drinking, and in no state to be alone. Where’s the harm in offering an old friend a shoulder to cry on? Kenny’s last performance is tomorrow night, and the next day he’ll be leaving for the next stop on his itinerary.

Excerpt:

After taking a hot shower, Kenny fell asleep fast, but he came awake again just before dawn needing to use the toilet. On his return to bed, he noticed Alain standing by the living room window, his back toward him, looking down at the sleeping city below.
“You okay, man?”
“I slept for a while, but then I woke up. I feel so damn wired. I figured the beer and whiskey chasers would knock me out for hours.”
“And sometimes it has the opposite effect. Particularly if you’re also jetlagged and overtired.”
“You have any aspirin? My head’s killing me. Maybe that’ll help me relax.”
“Sorry, I don’t.” The sky outside was starting to lighten a little. Alain had taken off his shirt and Kenny could see the rock-solid stiffness of his stance. He looked more like something carved from a block of stone than a flesh and blood human being.
Aware the guy was hurting, but reluctant to ask questions, he walked over and began massaging his shoulders. He made no objection, so Kenny increased the pressure, seeking out and doing what he could to loosen the knotted muscles, first in his neck, then in his back and upper arms. He moved down over his shoulder blades, and Alain gave a small grunt of pleasure.
By the time he reached the area above his waist, he could feel the tension beginning to dissipate. But when he ran his hands lightly down his sides and over his hips, the sudden retightening of muscles gave him a hint as to what he suspected was the real problem. Poor bastard must have been saving himself up for what had turned out to be the mother of all letdowns, and now what he really needed was a little basic relief.
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Don’t forget this is a blog hop. You can check out all the other contributors’ blogs by following this link: http://midweektease.blogspot.ca/



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Cool mysteries and hot romance - http://www.chrisgrover.ca
https://www.amazon.com/author/christianefrance
https://www.facebook.com/chris.grover.71
http://twitter.com/chrisgrover2
http://christianefrance.blogspot.ca/


Wednesday, September 27, 2017

MidWeekTease - September 27, 2017 - Anything You Can Do

27 September 2017:


For this week’s edition of the MidWeekTease, http://midweektease.blogspot.ca/, I have an excerpt from Anything You Can Do, a contemporary m/m romance:




Anything You Can Do
By Christiane France
https://www.amazon.com/Anything-You-Can-Christiane-France-ebook/dp/B06WVHC75B/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
Also available at Apple iTunes, Barnes & Noble, Kobo
Blurb:
As teenagers, Devon and Julian denied their feelings for one another by becoming fierce competitors and sworn enemies, even engaging in physical fights on occasion. After finishing school, Devon went to live and work in New York. Julian took his dreams of becoming a movie star to California and disappeared from view.
Now, years later, they’re both back home in Bayview and those old feelings are still very much alive and well. But Devon needs to focus all his efforts on bringing his family’s beach resort back to life. Julian has to decide what to do with his late grandfather’s house. Should he turn it into a B&B, or should he sell the property and move on?
It wasn’t the right time for them when they were in high school, and now, with problems to solve and decisions to make, the timing seems no better.

Excerpt:

...I focused on the shadowy image by the fire. It appeared to be a man about the same size and height as me.
Someone on the run from the law? A druggie looking for a secluded spot to give himself a fix?
I doubted either one would risk attracting attention by lighting a fire outside an abandoned house in a populated area. They usually knew enough to keep their heads down and stay out of sight. But desperation sometimes drove people to do weird stuff. If I was to hazard a guess, I’d say it was some poor schmuck who’d been tossed out of his home or lost his job and had nowhere to go and no one to turn to. Or an abused teen, or…
My resolve to mind my business weakened. Commonsense said not to get involved, but… I know what it’s like to lose your job and the difficulties of finding another. My severance package had been more than I’d expected, but it wouldn’t have kept me going indefinitely. If it wasn’t for The Bayview and the opportunity my parents handed me to restore the resort to its former glory, I, too, could be sitting around with my thumb up my ass. I could be living on the street by now and spending my nights in abandoned or burned-out buildings.
I started across the strip of beach that separated the cottages from the Hanes’ place. If I got told to fuck off, so be it.
“Hey, there,” I called out. If the guy wanted to run, this was his chance. “Everything okay? I know it’s none of my business, but this doesn’t strike me as the best night for a barbeque.”
The man held his ground. “You’re right, it’s not; it’s—” He took a sudden step toward me and then hesitated. “Oh, shit! Devon Lister as I live and breathe. I don’t believe this. I thought you were living the high life in New York. If I’d known you were here…”
I stopped abruptly and stared in shock, while a dozen different emotions rushed through my body and fought for supremacy in my head.
It couldn’t be. It just wasn’t possible.
I’d expected to find some down-and-out stranger, a rebellious kid, a runaway, or anyone other than the person I’d been thinking about less than a moment ago. But that’s who it was. The drop dead gorgeous, dark-haired, dark-eyed Julian Hanes, my boyhood nemesis in the flesh.
“Nice to see you, too,” I muttered, fighting to stay calm and keep my tone casual. “You’d have done what? Gone for a swim? Taken the next flight back to Lalaland?”
He ignored my questions and gestured toward the house. “You know who did this?”
“No idea. Some pyromaniac who wanted to have himself a little fun, I guess. By the time the fire department arrived, it was too late to do much. The fire had too strong a hold.”
“No kidding.” He pulled up the collar of what looked to be a thin cotton windbreaker and used a stick to poke at the dwindling fire. Julian had always been on the skinny side, but the way he looked now was more than fashionably thin. I got the distinct impression he hadn’t had what I’d call a decent meal in weeks.
“Didn’t the cops get in touch with you?”
“No, but I’ve been moving around a lot lately.”
Unable to contain my curiosity, I said, “Then how did you find out about it?”
“I knew Granddad was gone, but I didn’t know about this until a few minutes ago. I needed somewhere to stay temporarily. The property is mine, so I figured I could camp here for a few days while I figured out my next move.”
I couldn’t quite suppress the tiny twinge of satisfaction that came from knowing Julian’s plans hadn’t worked out any better than mine. Not very nice of me, but habit dies hard, even though I’m no longer a kid. “Not in this weather you can’t. Guess you’ll have to move on to plan B.”
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Don’t forget this is a blog hop. You can check out all the other contributors’ blogs by following this link: http://midweektease.blogspot.ca/

^ ^ ^

Cool mysteries and hot romance - http://www.chrisgrover.ca
https://www.amazon.com/author/christianefrance
https://www.facebook.com/chris.grover.71
http://twitter.com/chrisgrover2
http://christianefrance.blogspot.ca/


Wednesday, September 13, 2017

99cents Book Bonanza - September 13 - 17


Many authors discount their books from time to time, but rarely are so many of us doing it at the same time and in the same place.

Click this link  http://www.andreadomanski.com/99cents and you'll find more than 75 books spanning 13 genres, each discounted to only $0.99. Scroll through the genres, hover over any cover to see a brief description of the book, then click to purchase. The link will allow you to choose from any retailer where the book is sold (some are only available on Amazon and are linked directly there, and others are available everywhere). Purchase as many as you like, but only until September 17th. After that, these deals will be gone.

Under Romance/Paranormal you’ll find:



Wandering Spirits 1 is by Kim Cox, Elizabeth Delisi, Chris Grover, Maureen McMahon,and Sheryl Hames Torres - "Ghosts, mediums, mystery, suspense, romance and chills, this collection of tales from five highly noteworthy authors will keep you reading to the very end - and wishing for more."

Wandering Spirits 2 is by the same authors – “Romance, mystery, danger, and paranormal encounters...five acclaimed authors provide all of this and more in a superb collection of fiction. "Edge of your seat reading! Do yourself a favor and grab a copy now. You won't regret it."

Wandering Spirits 1

VALENTINE'S INN by Chris Grover
After being badly injured in an auto accident, which killed three of her friends, Rianna Gordon has given up on life. Then she meets Josh Byford, unaware that Josh is a ghost. Rianna is a lawyer not a hotelier, but rather than sell the country inn her family has owned for over a hundred years, Josh not only convinces her to reopen and run it, he finds her the perfect partner as well--the boy she fell in love with when she was nine years old and never quite forgot.

MEETING MR. WRIGHT by Chris Grover
Vicki figured the dream was simply a spin-off of her bedtime reading. She had no idea it was a prediction of things to come.



Wandering Spirits 2
BELIEVING IN DREAMS
By Chris Grover
After dreaming about a big old house made of dark pine logs and an elderly woman standing in the doorway insisting that she hurry, Nicole Hamilton goes to a remote village in Quebec’s Laurentian Mountains two days before Christmas in search of her roots. Although her mom was born in the Province of Quebec, she never talked about it, so Nicole wonders if she has any other family there.
Within minutes of arriving in St-Stephan, Nicole meets Alain Martin, who owns both the house and the hotel where she’ll be staying. She also meets a tabby cat who is both psychic and a whiz at thought transference, and a woman who says she knew Nicole’s mom.
Nicole, who has always believed in dreams, soon figures they were intended to lure her to St-Stephan so she can learn about her mom’s family. But then she has another conversation with the cat and discovers the real reason for the dreams and her visit.


Cool mysteries and hot romance - http://www.chrisgrover.ca
https://www.amazon.com/author/christianefrance
https://www.facebook.com/chris.grover.71
http://twitter.com/chrisgrover2
http://christianefrance.blogspot.ca/




MidWeekTease - Oh, George - 13 September 2017


13 September 2017:

For this week’s edition of the MidWeekTease, http://midweektease.blogspot.ca/, I have another excerpt from Oh, George, a contemporary m/m romance:


Oh, George
By Christiane France
https://www.books2read.com/u/mK90W5 – iTunes, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo
https://www.amazon.com/Oh-George-Christiane-France-ebook/dp/B06XFC2TZC/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

Blurb:
By projecting the image of a swinging bachelor, company owner Zack Hannington has never had a problem keeping his personal life private from his employees. But when handsome and ambitious George Parker joins the secretarial pool, Zack finds himself indulging in X-rated daydreams that stress him out and seriously mess with his head.
He knows George is a kindred spirit, and he’s positive he’s met the man somewhere before, but he can’t remember where or when, and his own rule of never playing house with "the help" makes matters worse.
Zack doesn’t know if he’s in love or in lust with George, but just as everything seems to be working out even better than his dreams, he screws up and loses it all.

Excerpt:
“So, why don’t you refresh my memory as to how we met,” Zack suggested. “I’ve really thought about it, but I’m sorry. I just don’t remember.”
George frowned. “I already told you. It happened exactly like I said. I was having a bad day and you were kind enough to help me out. Nothing more, nothing less. And that’s the truth.”
“Okay. But exactly where did this happen?”
“In the Peony Club parking lot a little over two months ago. You sure you don’t remember?”
Zack shook his head. “Sorry. Doesn’t ring any bells.”
George took a sip of strega and put down the tiny liqueur glass. “I found out by chance who you were and that you owned Hannington’s, so I’d been trying for ages to get up the nerve to have a word with you.”
“Why? You find me intimidating?”
“No. A bit remote maybe. But the problem was with me, not you. I’m not in the habit of asking people for favors. I hate doing it. But the thing is, I don’t want to spend my whole life doing secretarial work. Having some kind of basic skills is a good backup plan and it’s kept a roof over my head. But now I have my degree in commercial design, I want to use it.”
“And you’ve discovered finding a job as a designer isn’t that easy?”
“Bloody impossible—unless you happen to know someone in the business. That sometimes pays off. So, when I found out who you were, I thought I’d ask if you had any openings for apprentice designers. If not, maybe you could give me a lead elsewhere. I know face to face often works better than putting in applications.”
“But I said no?”
“That’s not what I happened. In fact, I never even got around to asking you anything.”
“How come? If I found your unconscious body in the lot and took you to the hospital, I’m sure I would have remembered that.”
George grinned. “Nothing so dramatic. I was one hundred percent conscious. It was late, and my car wouldn’t start. Most everyone had gone already, but then you happened by. Problem was I was out of gas, and you offered to drop me at the nearest gas station. You asked how I could let something like that happen, and I said I wasn’t usually that careless, but I’d had a bad day. I’d lost my job due to downsizing at the place where I worked, and both agencies I called said things were tight all over. You then asked what I did, and I told you. A couple of minutes later when you dropped me off, you gave me your business card and said you thought there was a secretarial opening at Hannington’s, and that I should drop off my resumé. I don’t supposed the whole incident lasted for more than four, five minutes tops, start to finish. The gas station was less than two blocks away. You honestly don’t remember?”
Zack concentrated for a moment. “Vaguely, now that you’ve described it to me in detail. And if it’s the day I think it was, I was pretty much out of it by that point. Did I seem okay to you or not?”
“I thought you were either tired or not feeling well.”
“Then it must’ve been the night I got back from Europe. The flight was late leaving, I was jet-lagged, and I’d eaten something that didn’t agree with me. On top of that, I waited over an hour for a friend I was supposed to meet at the Peony, but he didn’t show. Not the greatest of days for me either. Did you tell Ramona I sent you?”
“No. She was there when I went in with my resumé. She took it from me, said I was exactly what she needed, and hired me on the spot. I had no reason to mention your name, and I didn’t. Anyway, I already had the job, so there wouldn’t have been any point.”
“But what you really want is a job as a designer.”
“That’s what I’m hoping for eventually.”
“I’m not sure if there are any openings at the moment, or what we may have in the coming months. I’ll have to check with Alan. But if there is something…” Zack hesitated as a sickening thought hit him with the force of a ten-ton truck. “Is this what tonight is all about? You figured you could use me? You thought sleeping with the boss would be your golden ticket to the job of your dreams?”
The hurt, angry look that flashed across George’s face was not at all what Zack had expected. Nor was the black ice that formed in his dark eyes, the sudden thinning of his lips, or the way his hands curled into tight fists before slowly relaxing as he pushed away from the table. “I don’t believe you said that.”
“No? So, why did you come back?”
“Because you called me. I had no idea why because you didn’t leave a message. But things didn’t feel right between us when I left, and by coming back, I hoped we could clear the air. And yes, call me opportunistic if you want, but I also hoped to have the chance to ask about other job opportunities with the company. As I said a few minutes ago, I’ve wanted to do that for some time. But as far as what happened between us is concerned…” He sighed and got to his feet. “You’re the one who came on to me, sir. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll say goodnight.” Taking his wallet from his pocket, he tossed a couple of bills on the table and left before Zack had the chance to say another word.
For a long moment, Zack stared at the restaurant door through which George had disappeared, barely able to believe what he’d done. He hadn’t had time to decide if what he felt might be love or was just a passing crush. What he did know was, thanks to his own stupidity, everything wonderful in his life, everything that mattered, was gone.

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Don’t forget this is a blog hop. You can check out all the other contributors’ blogs by following this link: http://midweektease.blogspot.ca/

^ ^ ^

Cool mysteries and hot romance - http://www.chrisgrover.ca
https://www.amazon.com/author/christianefrance
https://www.facebook.com/chris.grover.71
http://twitter.com/chrisgrover2
http://christianefrance.blogspot.ca/