Wednesday, August 23, 2017

MFRWHooks - 23 August 2017 - Chance Encounter

23 August 2017:



For this week’s edition of MFRWHooks,  http://mfrwbookhooks.blogspot.com, I have a few sentences from Chance Encounter, a contemporary m/m mystery-romance:


Chance Encounter
By Christiane France
https://www.amazon.com/Chance-Encounter-Christiane-France-ebook/dp/B06XF5KGBT/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
Also available iTunes, Kobo, Barnes & Noble Nook: https://www.books2read.com/u/mYjwd4

Forgotten? After all what time? As in I’m supposed to know you from somewhere?
Jase narrowed his eyes and looked the dude over more carefully. The lighting in the club was lousy, but somewhere between the glitter, the cheap glamour and false eyelashes, one of which was rapidly becoming unglued, there was something vaguely familiar about the guy. He searched his memory and came up dry. “Sorry, man, I think you must be mistaking me for someone else.”
The man gave a soft, sexy chuckle, raising hairs on places Jase had always thought were hairless. He flipped through his memory banks for a second time.
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About the book…
In high school and through their first year of college, Jase Thoman and Matt Lester were best friends and lovers. Then Matt’s family moved, Matt transferred to another school, and they soon drifted apart.
Ten years later, they meet again by chance. Jase is a private investigator, desperate to find his kid brother who, in addition to two other teenage boys, disappeared after last being seen at a local gay bar. Matt is an undercover police officer, brought in by the local police department in the hope he can succeed where they’ve far failed.
Matt is the only man Jase has ever really loved, but ten years is a long time. They’re not the same people they once were. When Matt tries to pick up where they left off, Jase takes a step back. His first priority is finding his brother. As far as Matt is concerned, Jase feels how he imagines a deer would feel when caught in the headlights of a vehicle with little or no chance of escape—confused, unsure, and at the same time, positive whatever he does will be the wrong thing.

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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://mfrwbookhooks.blogspot.com

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Cool mysteries and hot romance - http://www.chrisgrover.ca
https://www.amazon.com/author/christianefrance
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http://christianefrance.blogspot.ca/



MidWeekTease - 23 August 2017 - And The Cat Came Back

23 August 2017:


For this week’s edition of the MidWeekTease, http://midweektease.blogspot.ca/, I have an excerpt from And The Cat Came Back, a contemporary m/m romance:



AND THE CAT CAME BACK
By Christiane France
https://www.amazon.com/Cat-Came-Back-Christiane-France-ebook/dp/B06WWFPK5W/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
Also available at Apple iTunes, Barnes & Noble & Kobo

Blurb:

Home renovator Seth Lawley is ready to settle down if the right man comes along, but he’s cautious. He believes he who hesitates saves himself a whole lot of heartbreak.
Grant Kenyon, on the other hand, is ready to take a chance. He figures anyone who hesitates when it comes to grabbing what he wants from life risks losing out.
Foofuss, Grant’s bossy, matchmaking Persian cat, has decided his master needs company and Seth is it...that’s if he can figure out the perfect plan to bring the two of them together.
Excerpt

…I grabbed Foo, hurried over to Grant’s house and pressed the buzzer. There were lights on, but since I couldn’t hear anything, I pounded on the door, praying he was okay.
The hall light came, and I heard Grant’s voice saying “Okay, okay, I’m here. What’s the problem?” Then the rattle of the safety chain as he opened the door.
He was still dressed, but he looked sleepy with his hair all ruffled up. And I hadn’t seen him wearing glasses before. The oblong-shaped, dark-rimmed glasses made him look cute and sexy, and…
I released my breath in a soft whoosh, put Foo down and wrapped my arms around him, virtually in one quick motion. “Thank God you’re okay! When Foo showed up and started scratching on the window, I thought… Never mind what I thought.”
He laughed and hugged me back. “As you can see, I’m fine. I was waiting for Foo to come home so I could lock up. I guess I fell asleep. More to the point, what are you doing out here at this hour?”
“I, umm…” I remembered, belatedly, the door was still open. I looked down and there was Foo, gazing up at the two of us with a smug, gotcha expression on his furry face. Unless I was very much mistaken, getting the two of us together had been the reason for his visit. “Would you believe looking for ghosts?”
“Ghosts? Hmm…” Grant’s hands slid down my back and he pulled me closer. I groaned softly as my cock reacted. Kicking the door shut with my foot, I gave in to what had been in the cards since the moment our eyes first met over at Sweet Briar…

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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/


Thursday, August 17, 2017

New Release - Butterflies and Lovebirds

Butterflies and Lovebirds
By Christiane France
https://www.amazon.com/Butterflies-Lovebirds-Christiane-France-ebook/dp/B074R7YR9C/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
Also available at iTunes, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo


Butterflies and Lovebirds is a collection of four romantic short stories. It includes a paranormal romance, two tales involving the reunion of childhood sweethearts, and a teacher-student relationship that comes with a slightly different twist.

The Butterfly Girl:

Tim Braiden needs somewhere quiet to finish his latest book and, hopefully, get back into his editor's good graces. Somewhere as far from the party scene and his drinking buddies as possible. A cottage on an uninhabited island set in the middle of a remote lake appears to be the perfect answer to his problem—until he arrives on the island and meets sexy, Marigold Fraser, a wildlife artist who specializes in paintings of Monarch butterflies. From the moment they meet, Tim knows Marigold is no ordinary girl. Marigold is special, magical, every man's ideal woman, who quickly takes over his dreams, his life, and finally his heart.

Ciao, Ciao Bambina:

Turning failing companies into winners doesn’t leave Dani Stevens with a lot of time for herself. It certainly doesn’t allow her time to find a man with whom she can indulge her sexual fantasies. But then Dani goes to Las Vegas on business and is recognized by a man she hasn’t seen since they were both kids. Twenty years ago, Roberto Ventura was Dani’s first love, and she was his, and they were both devastated when circumstances forced them to part. But can a teenage crush survive a 20-year separation?  Especially now when Roberto is Vegas’ latest heartthrob, a handsome, sexy, Italian singer who can have any woman he wants.

Something To Talk About:

As far as English teacher, Maddy Anderson, was concerned, her relationship with post-grad student, Ty Jarrett, was perfectly proper in every way. She was helping Ty get his book ready for publication out of the goodness of her heart and that was all. However, Maddy’s best friend, Karen, and Karen’s bank manager husband, Dennis, and some of their friends, viewed the relationship in a whole different light. It didn’t matter to them that Maddy and Ty were both over 21, unattached and free to do whatever they pleased. In their opinion any teacher and student relationship was wrong, and spending long hours alone at the teacher’s house was the worst—an unhealthy situation that just begged to be talked about.

Proud Mary:

Jamie McMahon and Mary Bonelli fell in love in junior school and promised they’d get married when they grew up. However, different careers have taken them in different directions, and their relationship has dwindled to the point where Jamie figures its game over. That is until Mary’s grandfather dies and Mary returns home. But has she come back merely to honor the promise she made to her grandfather to take over the family restaurant? Or is she finally ready to keep the promise she made to Jamie the night of their high school prom? 

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New Release - SABOTAGE



SABOTAGE
By Christiane France
https://www.amazon.com/Sabotage-Christiane-France-ebook/dp/B074QT7SL1/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
Also available at iTunes, Barnes & Noble,. And Kobo

https://www.books2read.com/u/m0xgRl

 


Blurb:

When the dark clouds of war began to roll across Europe in 1939, Pamela Bradley-Browning expected to be conscripted into the British army. Instead, thanks to her wealthy father and his connections, and what he believed to be Pamela’s total inability to do anything except file her nails and party ’til dawn, she’s given safe but essential war work as an assistant intelligence analyst at MI5. That is until a flurry of sabotage activity and a shortage of agents has Pamela posing as a member of the Women’s Land Army with instructions to root out the bad guys.

Although determined to show her father she’s not the brainless idiot he thinks, Pamela makes the mistake of falling in love with Corporal Bruno Sabatini, one of the Italian prisoners of war working on the same farm. She knows fraternizing with the enemy is a crime. But she’s not too worried until she discovers Bruno’s father owns an arms factory in Italy, appears to be pro-German, and Bruno is MI5’s number one suspect as the saboteur. If Bruno is found guilty, she can add conspiring with the enemy to the charges against her.

While the Italian pow’s are the enemy and the obvious suspects, Pamela knows a saboteur needs motive as well as means, and she doesn’t believe the pow’s have either. It’s someone else, but who? Desperate to clear the name of the man she loves before the police decide to wring a confession out of him, she doesn’t know where to start looking--until the farmer’s wife, Maggie, decides to help, and Pamela learns about certain pre-war friendships and dangerous secrets that were successfully used as blackmail in the past.

Although this is something that happened five years ago and the blackmailer is now dead, Pamela has a feeling the potential for blackmail still exists. In fact, there’s an excellent chance someone else has discovered the secret and is using the knowledge for his or her own ends. To solve the mystery and save Bruno from false arrest, she’s in a race against time to find the latest pieces of the puzzle and unmask the real villain.

Excerpt:

The first time she saw Bruno, he’d been tending to one of the farm cats who’d injured its paw on a piece of barbed wire. The animal was upset and he’d been so patient and so gentle, stroking its trembling body and crooning softly to it as if it were a child. As he finished cleansing the wound and allowed the cat to scamper away on it’s three good legs, he’d looked up and their eyes had met.
          One look into the depths of his beautiful, liquid brown eyes, she’d gone weak at the knees, she’d grabbed the doorframe for support, and she known from that moment on, her fate was forever sealed. He was everything she’d ever dreamed of and more--kind, caring and good-looking, too. He’d also turned out to be a superlative, sensitive, and fantastic lover who knew exactly how to satisfy a woman. A man who cared about his partner’s pleasure even more than he cared about his own.
          “Do you think you’ll be able to stay late again tomorrow night?” she wondered aloud.
          “Perhaps. I’ll certainly try.” He chuckled softly. “But once it starts getting dark, I must admit I’m a little nervous walking back to camp with all those old men in uniform with guns and poor eyesight hanging about.”
          “You’re worried one of them will shoot you?”
Bruno stroked Pamela’s hair and wound a strand around his finger. “Of course, I’m worried. I know it’s the job of the Home Guard to search every field and every farmyard for any German airmen who may have managed to survive after their planes are shot down, but I’d feel much better if they could see what they’re aiming at.”

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Wednesday, August 16, 2017

MidWeekTease - 16 August 2017 - Time Shift

16 August 2017:

For this week’s edition of the MidWeekTease, http://midweektease.blogspot.ca/, I have an excerpt from Time Shift, a time travel romance:



TIME SHIFT
By Christiane France
https://www.amazon.com/Time-Shift-Christiane-France-ebook/dp/B06XF4V6WP/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
Also available at Apple iTunes, Barnes & Noble & Kobo

Blurb:

When Mariette Joubert visits the house where her grandfather was born in Paris, France, she falls through a secret doorway and finds herself back in the year 1763, working as a courtesan in a high class house of pleasure where the infamous Marquis de Sade and his friends are regular visitors. Exclusive rights to Mariette have already been purchased by wealthy merchant, Philippe de Gaspard, but when one of de Sade’s friends decides he want her, Mariette is in big trouble. The Marquis de Vernnay is reputed to be even worse than de Sade. He also has royal connections, so his wishes take precedence over Philippe’s.

Excerpt:

...“Ah, so we meet again, my dear mademoiselle,” de Vernnay murmured, stroking Mariette’s knee under cover of the tablecloth as if she were his exclusive property and touching her his God-given right.
“Do you mind?” she hissed through clenched teeth, moving her knee out of his reach. “I am not available,” she added, hoping that was the right thing to say in the circumstances. “My patron…umm…my protector…”
He smiled. A rather oily, knowing smile that gave her the creeps. “You mean your lover, mademoiselle?”
“Whatever.” Mariette took a sip of wine in an attempt to hide her embarrassment. If someone was sitting on her other side, she could strike up a conversation with them and ignore de Vernnay. But, as had happened every day since she’d been here, lunch was not well attended, and the nearest person, a man sitting three seats away, appeared to be either sick or half asleep.
“So, where is he?” de Vernnay inquired, resting a hand on Mariette’s thigh.
“Where’s who?”
“This lover you say you have.”
“He’s away on business. He went to the coast. Calais, I think.”
The pressure of de Vernnay’s hand increased, and Mariette held her breath. “A long journey like that is not without hazard, mademoiselle. Many dangers lie in wait along the way.”
“So I hear.” She tried to ease herself away from his touch. But, instead of retreating the way she hoped, his hand moved to the juncture of her thighs and, to her annoyance, began groping her through her clothes.
Before she could push him away and leave, the groping stopped and his hand was under her dress, making straight for her pussy. He hooked his foot around the leg of her chair to keep her immobile, and his fingers probed her bush, trying to slide their way inside. She kept her knees pressed tightly together, but still the disgusting creature wouldn’t give up. Finally, by sheer force, he managed to push the tip of one finger between her legs and press it against her wetness.
After wiggling the finger against her clit for a few seconds, he removed it, inspected the glistening digit and then proceeded to taste the wetness with his tongue.
“You are quite delicious, my dear. Sweet as honey,” he whispered as he resumed the attack by pushing his hand back under her skirt and pulling hard on her pubic hairs. “Let me in, mademoiselle. If we are to enjoy this, I must insist you open your legs un peu. I want to fuck you with my finger, yes? ”
Mariette kept still as a statue while her mind darted in a dozen different directions. She couldn’t scream and she couldn’t run. And she sure as hell couldn’t stand to have him touching her like this. Just then, the silverware beside her plate caught her attention, reminding her she wasn’t completely helpless.
After grabbing one of the forks, she stabbed the tines hard against the back of his hand.
“Stop what you are doing at once, sir. Or I will make sure this fork goes through your hand in the same way it would go through a tender piece of filet. I doubt you would enjoy that.”
“On the contrary.” He giggled and withdrew his hand a few inches, but she could see the excitement glittering in his dark eyes. “Do you not know that pain can also be pleasure of the most exquisite kind?”
The realization that the freaky bastard had enjoyed what she’d just done and was now urging her to do him even greater hurt, made Mariette feel ill...

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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, August 9, 2017

MidWeekTease - 9 August 2017 - The Rivals

9 August 2017:



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


The Rivals
By Christiane France
https://www.amazon.com/Rivals-Christiane-France-ebook/dp/B06W2PDSSJ/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

Blurb:

Rod Levins’ future as a newly qualified lawyer is anything but certain. After graduating with an above ninety-five-percent average, he’s in line for a job with the town’s number one law firm.
But so are three others, including the man Rod’s fantasized about for many months.
Jinks Jessop gives the impression he’s just as interested in Rod, but each time Rod makes a move, Jinks backs off. Is Jinks gay, straight, or simply one of his rivals for the job, amusing himself at Rod’s expense?
When it comes to both his career and his personal life, Rod knows that “wanting” and “getting” are not synonymous.
Excerpt:
...I was back in my office, reading over some old class notes on estate planning in preparation for my next appointment, when Jinks came in. He closed the door, dropped a file on my desk and came around behind my chair to sit on the window ledge.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“I hear you went to lunch with Stew Chetley. How could you do that?”
Jink’s question struck me as blunt to the point of rudeness. I swung my chair around to face him. “What’s the problem? You jealous?”
“Jealous?” His mouth dropped open and he just stared at me for a second. “God, no! You think I’m jealous because you had lunch with that sleazebag? You must be joking. What I meant was, I can’t imagine putting food in my mouth and getting pawed by him all at the same time.” He shuddered. “The mere thought makes me want to throw up. I hope it wasn’t too awful.”
I smiled. “It was fine.”
“Fine?”
“Well, we didn’t have a cozy tête-à-tête in some dark, romantic bistro, if that’s what you’re thinking. We had lunch with his accountant to discuss the offer, which, by the way, has now gone belly up.”
“Oh, well, in that case…” He stood as if to leave, but then he hesitated, frowning. “Why on earth would you think I’d be jealous over you having lunch with Chetley?”
“A couple of reasons, I guess.” I gave an offhand shrug, aware I needed to choose my words very carefully. “He’s your dad’s client, you’re neighbors, and you move in the same social circles. I don’t know. I thought there was a chance he might be…how do I put it? Your special friend, perhaps?”
“My what?”
From the look on his face, I wasn’t sure if Jinks was about to pass out or explode. Then he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me close until our bodies were touching. His eyes were half-closed and dark as night. I could hear him breathing. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. My heart was pounding, too, so hard I didn’t dare move.

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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, August 2, 2017

MFRWHooks - 2 August 2017 - Inseparable



2 August 2017:

For this week’s edition of MFRWHooks,  http://mfrwbookhooks.blogspot.com, I have a few sentences from Inseparable, a contemporary paranormal romance:



Inseparable
By Christiane France
https://www.amazon.com/Inseparable-Christiane-France-ebook/dp/B071GM8GTQ/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
Also available iTunes, Kobo, Barnes & Noble Nook: https://www.books2read.com/u/b5OeA6

“A house this old is bound to have a few restless spirits wandering about to liven things up. Am I right?”
“A g…ghost?”
Most of the men I know like to prove how macho they are by laughing their heads off at the mention of ghosts or anything else that goes bump in the night. But not Nick. He doesn’t look what I’d call scared, but I swear his pale complexion just turned an even lighter shade, and for a tiny instant, I’m a tad concerned he’s going to faint or pull some other trick I’d expect from a woman rather than a man. The moment passes in less than a heartbeat. He pulls himself together, and I reach out and give his arm a friendly squeeze. “You’re not scared of ghosts, are you?”

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Blurb:
Inseparable is a sexy ghost story. When Alison Palmer leaves L.A. and flies to England to escape the financial mess left by her late, philandering husband, she has no money and no job training of any kind. Her future looks pretty grim—until she gets a job house-sitting Foxton Hall and meets the handsome Nick Berringford, and the ghost of his deceased, identical twin brother, Nathan.

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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://mfrwbookhooks.blogspot.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/