Saturday, February 17, 2018

WeWriWa - 17 February 2018 - Without A Clue

17 February 2018

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 another snippet from Without A Clue. A romantic mystery/suspense set in the City of Light and Love--Paris, France. This snippet continues shortly after the one I posted last week. Enjoy!



Without A Clue
By Chris Grover
https://www.amazon.ca/Without-Clue-Chris-Grover-ebook/dp/B076635N3Q/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1515269134&sr=1-1&keywords=Without+A+Clue+by+Chris+Grover
Also available at Apple iTunes, Kobo, Barnes & Noble

https://www.books2read.com/u/boYak1

List Price: $3.99
          Luc turned off the cordless phone and put it down beside him on the bed. Paula's call had sent his brain into overdrive, making sleep impossible. He reached for a cigarette from the crumpled package on the bedside table. For the next several minutes he lay on his back, deep in thought, the unlit cigarette dangling between his fingers while he thought back over his conversation with Paula.
          His informant was frightened and therefore unpredictable, but it hadn’t occurred to him she’d make things worse by attempting to contact Paula directly. What in hell was she thinking of? Didn’t she understand there was a very real possibility she could get them both killed.
          As far as he knew the two women had never met, but he wasn't completely sure. He couldn't ask Paula, and he couldn’t force her to go home. He just had to keep the two of them apart.

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Blurb:

Nine months ago, within hours of purchasing a valuable antiquarian diary for their grandfather, Paula Sinclair's brother, Eric, was killed by a car bomb and the diary disappeared.

Private investigator, Luc Dupré, along with the police, insist the diary was destroyed in the explosion. Paula isn't convinced. No trace of either the diary or Eric's briefcase was found in the rubble, and she takes it to mean the diary was stolen. The diary wasn't insured and with the bank still owed half a million dollars, Paula cannot sit idly by and watch her beloved grandfather forced into bankruptcy.

Following a mysterious phone call and a series of cryptic postcards, Paula returns to Paris to hear a rumor that the diary is being offered for sale by secret auction. She also finds out that the diary once belonged to Luc's family. When her relationship with Luc takes a sudden change from business to personal, she's positive he's using her and his job to get it back.
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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
 ^ ^ ^
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/

https://www.bookbub.com/authors/christiane-france

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

MidWeekTease - 14 February 2018 - Getting Real

14 February 2018:

Happy Valentine’s Day! And thanks as always to Angelica Dawson for hosting the MidWeekTease - http://midweektease.blogspot.ca/ It’s a great way to learn about other authors and their work.
This week I have more from Getting Real, a contemporary gay romance where one of the men needs to grow up and start behaving like a responsible adult, and the other needs to distance himself from his controlling family. In this snippet TJ discovers that good looks are not everything.


Getting Real
By Christiane France
Available at iTunes, Barnes & Noble, Kobo
https://www.amazon.com/Getting-Real-Christiane-France-ebook/dp/B06WVNKLZY/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

Blurb:


For TJ Delaney and Cole Labelle, it’s time to turn their lives around and get real.
TJ needs to exchange his playboy lifestyle for a job and prove he’s a responsible adult rather than a spoiled, rich brat.
Cole needs to free himself of his family’s control and their paranoid fears by proving being gay like his father is the only thing he and the man who gave him life have in common.

Excerpt:


So…I’m going to leave TJ here to get started. I’ll see you both later.”
I waited until Maggie left and then I turned to Cole. “Any thoughts about what you’d like to see in the public areas? Or perhaps not see?”
Cole shrugged and headed for the door, and I wondered why I’d thought he was so hot. Sure he had a great body, wide mouth, tight butt, stuff I’d spent more than a couple of sleepless nights fantasizing over. Too bad he had no personality whatsoever.
“Don’t ask me. You’re the plant guy. You figure it out,” he said with what sounded like a snort. “Just don’t bring in anything that sheds or the cleaning staff will be on my back. The idea is to emphasize green, but that doesn’t mean it’s okay to turn the tower into a fucking forest. It’s not. Apart from that, you’re on your own.”
“Nice,” I muttered as the door clicked shut behind him. “And you have a good day yourself, asshole.”
The words had barely left my mouth when the door opened again and Cole stuck his head around. “A couple of things I forgot to mention: one, the tenants have all been warned to expect you; and two, the supply and care of the foliage is included in the leases. That means they don’t get to choose, you do. Leave it to them and they’d want stuff that’s rare, delicate, expensive, needs constant care, and is finished within a few weeks, such as orchids at fifty bucks a pop.”
“Thanks. I’ll keep it in mind.”
Since this was a first for me and I’d literally be flying by the seat of my pants, I figured I’d make fewer mistakes if I started by outlining a plan of attack.
I pulled out one of the chairs and put my notebook and a pen on the table. First, I’d take a look around all the common areas like the front entrance lobby and the elevator area, and the hallways on each floor, to get an idea of available space. While I was doing that, I’d draw rough diagrams and then insert possibilities for the plants later. I could use the same method for the various suites. I wondered if there was a software program available that might help—something similar to what I’d seen renovators use on TV when they were redesigning house interiors. I made a mental note to ask Maggie.
After leaving what was now to be my office and workspace, I took the elevator to the main floor.
The floor and walls were pale-beige marble, the perfect foil for anything green. Except there wasn’t a lot of entryway space. The elevators were located in the center of the building, about ten or twelve feet from the main door, and set two each side of a short hallway that ended in a blank wall. One of the town’s larger financial institutions occupied the entire available space to the left of the elevators. To the right were the management and leasing office, plus a travel agency.
I took a quick look around. Even if I liked hanging baskets, which I mostly don’t because of the watering problems and the messy factor, the ceiling was far too high. I looked around again. There were no convenient corners or recesses that needed filling either. My one and only option was to go for the less-is-more approach by installing a large palm or other tall plant against the end wall between the elevators.
After making a note, I took the elevator to the second floor. It was the same set-up with the elevators, but there were a few spots in the hallways that offered possibilities.
I continued on to the next floor, assuming it would be the same layout, only to find the space had been configured a little differently. It was the same story on each floor all the way up to twelve. No two floors were exactly the same, and no two offered the same spaces for me to fill, which promised to make my job even more challenging.
Maggie hadn’t said anything about break times or whether I was allowed an hour or a half hour for lunch, so I figured I’d check with the young woman in Cole’s office for ballpark advice.
I’d barely stepped through the door when Cole came out of his room.
“Something I can help you with?” he asked in a frosty voice that gave me the impression I’d already used up my question quota for the day.
“Just wondering about my break and lunch times. Am I supposed to work that out with Maggie or with you guys?”
The nasty look he gave me was no different from some of those he’d directed my way when he worked at Kreber’s. “We hired The Birds to do a job, TJ, not babysit you,” he said, with a cross between a smirk and a sneer. “If you can’t figure out something that simple for yourself, then perhaps Maggie should find someone who can. Trish, I need you to hold my calls for the next hour.”

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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/
https://www.bookbub.com/authors/christiane-france


Saturday, February 10, 2018

WeWriWa - 10 February 2018 - Without A Clue

10 February 2018

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 another snippet from Without A Clue. A romantic mystery/suspense set in the City of Light and Love--Paris, France. This snippet continues shortly after the one I posted last week. Enjoy!



Without A Clue
By Chris Grover
https://www.amazon.ca/Without-Clue-Chris-Grover-ebook/dp/B076635N3Q/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1515269134&sr=1-1&keywords=Without+A+Clue+by+Chris+Grover
Also available at Apple iTunes, Kobo, Barnes & Noble

https://www.books2read.com/u/boYak1

List Price: $3.99
          “The caller asked for me by name. The first call was to check me out. To make sure I'm really me. The second call was a little scary. The caller asked if I remembered Eric.”
          “They what?”
          “She wanted to know—”
       "Yes, I heard you.” Damn. The one thing he hadn't expected to happen apparently had. 
     
^ ^ ^
Blurb:

Nine months ago, within hours of purchasing a valuable antiquarian diary for their grandfather, Paula Sinclair's brother, Eric, was killed by a car bomb and the diary disappeared.
Private investigator, Luc Dupré, along with the police, insist the diary was destroyed in the explosion. Paula isn't convinced. No trace of either the diary or Eric's briefcase was found in the rubble, and she takes it to mean the diary was stolen. The diary wasn't insured and with the bank still owed half a million dollars, Paula cannot sit idly by and watch her beloved grandfather forced into bankruptcy.
Following a mysterious phone call and a series of cryptic postcards, Paula returns to Paris to hear a rumor that the diary is being offered for sale by secret auction. She also finds out that the diary once belonged to Luc's family. When her relationship with Luc takes a sudden change from business to personal, she's positive he's using her and his job to get it back.
^ ^ ^
Don’t forget this is a blog hop. You can check out all the other contributors’ blogs by following this link:   www.wewriwa.com
 ^ ^ ^
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/

https://www.bookbub.com/authors/christiane-france

Wednesday, February 7, 2018

MidWeekTease - 7 February 2018 - Getting Real

7 February 2018:

Thanks as always to Angelica Dawson for hosting the MidWeekTease - http://midweektease.blogspot.ca/ It’s a great way to learn about other authors and their work.
This week I have more from Getting Real, a contemporary gay romance where one of the men needs to grow up and start behaving like a responsible adult, and the other needs to distance himself from his controlling family. This snippet is when the two men finally meet.


Getting Real
By Christiane France
Available at iTunes, Barnes & Noble, Kobo
https://www.amazon.com/Getting-Real-Christiane-France-ebook/dp/B06WVNKLZY/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
Blurb:
For TJ Delaney and Cole Labelle, it’s time to turn their lives around and get real.
TJ needs to exchange his playboy lifestyle for a job and prove he’s a responsible adult rather than a spoiled, rich brat.
Cole needs to free himself of his family’s control and their paranoid fears by proving being gay like his father is the only thing he and the man who gave him life have in common.
Excerpt:
Maggie had said for me to be at the store by eight-thirty. I was already there waiting a few minutes before that when she arrived, comfortably dressed in jeans and a checkered work shirt.
“’Morning, TJ. Eager beaver, huh?” she greeted me with a smile.
She unlocked the door and preceded me inside.
“The staff gets here by nine or shortly after, and we open at nine-thirty. I asked you to come in a little earlier today so I can take you over to the tower and introduce you to Cole Labelle. Cole is with the company that manages the building. He’s in charge of maintenance and rentals, so they have an office there and you’ll be working with him. Anything you need or have questions about relating to the tower, such as access to any of the empty suites, or if you have problems with any of the tenants, speak to Cole.”
She switched on the lights, put her bag on the counter and then went behind it. Reaching underneath, she pulled out what looked like the jacket I’d tried on the day before and shook it out. “Here you go. TJ on the pocket, as requested.”
“Thanks.” I took the garment from her and put it on. “What do you mean about problems with the tenants?”
“You’ll get a few for sure. It’s not usually the tenants themselves; it’s their employees. They’ll make a fuss about the location of the plants, or they’ll want some other variety, or they’ll have allergies, or they’ve upset their coffee and they’ll try to blame you. It’s always minor stuff, but it can be annoying. If it gets out of hand, don’t try to deal with it yourself. Tell them you’ll have to speak to Cole. Usually, it just goes away.”
“What if something valuable goes missing, say like a purse or a wallet, and they try blaming that on me?”
Maggie frowned. “Fingers crossed that has never happened. Franny and I have talked about bonding our outside workers, but we only have one at the moment. Apart from you, that is. If you decide to stay, we’ll revisit the subject. You’ll have a key to the building, but not a passkey to the individual suites, so you can’t get in if no one’s there. If you do need to get in for some reason, arrange it with Cole and insist one of his people goes with you.” She hesitated and gave me an inquiring look. “Any questions?”
“I’m sure I’ll have some, but none right now.”
She handed me a business card. “This has the store number and my cell phone number. Whatever it is just call. Now, do you have a PDA or whatever they call them? Or do you need a notebook?”
I patted the back pocket of my jeans. “I’m good. I have both.”
“In that case, let’s go find Cole.”
*          *          *
The tower was a short, five-minute walk away.
The receptionist in the management office said Mr. Labelle was currently on the phone, but she’d let him know we were here as soon as he was through.
While we were waiting, Maggie checked her email, then her voice mail and returned several of the calls. I flicked through a couple of magazines from the stack on the coffee table and read an article about the difficulties of finding jobs for even the most qualified applicants.
“Mr. Labelle will see you now,” the receptionist announced. “First door on your right down the hall.”
The door was open, but when I saw who was sitting behind the desk, I stopped and stared with surprise. Either it was the guy who’d worked last summer for Kreber’s or his twin brother. Same curly black hair, same handsome face, same scowl, and presumably the same tight butt.
“Good morning, Cole,” Maggie said, smiling. “I’d like you to meet TJ Delaney.”

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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/
https://www.bookbub.com/authors/christiane-france


Saturday, February 3, 2018

WeWriWa - 3 February 2018 - Without A Clue



3 February 2018
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 another snippet from Without A Clue. A romantic mystery/suspense set in the City of Light and Love--Paris, France. This snippet picks up the story shortly after what I posted last week. Enjoy!

 


Without A Clue
By Chris Grover
Also available at Apple iTunes, Kobo, Barnes & Noble
         She'd (Paula) made it clear she wasn't ready to give up on the diary, so the friendly approach could be his way of withdrawing from the case with no hard feelings. It made perfect sense if he was worried she’d cause a scene in the hope of changing his mind.
          If that had been the object of tonight's romantic interlude, then she had news for Luc Dupré, investigateur extraordinaire. She didn't hold grudges, and she didn't cause scenes. And she didn't waste her time trying to persuade people to do things they didn't want to do. It would have been nice if he’d stayed on the case, but she didn’t need him. She was quite capable of finding the damn diary by herself.
          She got back into bed, pulled up the covers and switched off the light, then tossed and turned in an attempt to get comfortable. When that didn’t work, she rolled onto her stomach and tried taking deep breaths and letting them out slowly. After a few minutes, she began to relax, but then as she started to drowse, the telephone rang.         

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Blurb:
Nine months ago, within hours of purchasing a valuable antiquarian diary for their grandfather, Paula Sinclair's brother, Eric, was killed by a car bomb and the diary disappeared.
Private investigator, Luc Dupré, along with the police, insist the diary was destroyed in the explosion. Paula isn't convinced. No trace of either the diary or Eric's briefcase was found in the rubble, and she takes it to mean the diary was stolen. The diary wasn't insured and with the bank still owed half a million dollars, Paula cannot sit idly by and watch her beloved grandfather forced into bankruptcy.
Following a mysterious phone call and a series of cryptic postcards, Paula returns to Paris to hear a rumor that the diary is being offered for sale by secret auction. She also finds out that the diary once belonged to Luc's family. When her relationship with Luc takes a sudden change from business to personal, she's positive he's using her and his job to get it back.

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

 ^ ^ ^

Cool mysteries and hot romance - http://www.chrisgrover.ca
https://www.facebook.com/chris.grover.71
http://twitter.com/chrisgrover2
http://christianefrance.blogspot.ca/
https://www.bookbub.com/profile/christiane-france



Wednesday, January 31, 2018

MidWeekTease - 31 January 2018 - Getting Real

31 January 2018:

Thanks as always to Angelica Dawson for hosting the MidWeekTease - http://midweektease.blogspot.ca/ It’s a great way to learn about other authors and their work.
This week I have one more excerpt from Getting Real, a contemporary gay romance where one of the men needs to grow up and start behaving like a responsible adult, and the other needs to distance himself from his controlling family.


Getting Real
By Christiane France
Available at iTunes, Barnes & Noble, Kobo
https://www.amazon.com/Getting-Real-Christiane-France-ebook/dp/B06WVNKLZY/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
Blurb:


For TJ Delaney and Cole Labelle, it’s time to turn their lives around and get real.
TJ needs to exchange his playboy lifestyle for a job and prove he’s a responsible adult rather than a spoiled, rich brat.
Cole needs to free himself of his family’s control and their paranoid fears by proving being gay like his father is the only thing he and the man who gave him life have in common.

Excerpt:


“Where do you buy your plants? One of the garden supply companies?”
“Kreber’s out on the highway. You know it?”
“The one with the big greenhouse just before you get to the conservation area?”
“That’s it.”
“I go there all the time. They have really nice stuff.” In my estimation, Kreber’s had the best plants for miles around, the kind you could be certain wouldn’t die on you within a couple of weeks.
Thinking about Kreber’s reminded of a guy who’d worked there for a short time last summer. A guy I’d tried every which way I could think of to get to know, but I should have saved my breath. Taciturn was a polite description of his public persona. Miserable, unfriendly sonofabitch was more accurate. He’d never used a single word if a grunt or a nod of his head would suffice. Despite the attitude, he’d been so damn good looking, with a body to die for. Dressed in cut-offs and tank tops, he’d displayed enough skin to make him every gay guy’s wet dream come true. He’d certainly been mine.
A shiver of excitement skipped down my back and landed right between my legs as an image of black curly hair, tight butt and bad-tempered scowl slid into my mind. I’d never been able to figure out if he was gay, straight, or if he swung both ways, but I did wonder where he worked now.
*          *          *
After promising Maggie I’d be at the shop by eight-thirty the next morning, I could hardly wait to tell my father the good news. I’d overhead him telling Katy he’d be home for dinner and that gave me the perfect opportunity. Later, after we’d eaten, I’d give Toby a call to see if he’d cover me for an evening’s clubbing to celebrate. When I walked through the door, Katy greeted me by saying TJ Senior had received a last-minute invitation to a charity event and if I wanted to eat with her, she’d made my favorite—pasta carbonara.
“How’s the job hunting?” she asked, as I followed her to the kitchen. “Any luck yet?”
Katy knew what had been holding me back. She’d been quite vocal on the subject of what she considered was my lack of initiative in getting an education and my father’s failure to insist I do something about it. That was Katy’s nature, though. She worried about everything from me not finishing college, to us all being kidnapped by aliens, to my father waking up one morning to find himself penniless. In fact, I had a feeling cutting off my financial support and sending me out to find work had been all Katy’s idea. The proviso I could keep my phone and continue living and eating at home was so she could keep an eye on me. That part would never even have occurred to my father.
I gave her a quick hug and pulled out a chair.
Five-foot tall and weighing no more than a hundred pounds max, Katy was also the one who’d stood up for me against school bullies and gay bashers until I was old enough to take care of them myself. For that alone, I owed her big time.
She handed me a bowl filled with carbonara, along with a shaker of Parmesan cheese and another of crushed hot chili peppers, and sat down across from me. “Cat got your tongue?”
I sprinkled cheese on my pasta. “Sorry, I was thinking.”
“About what? You found yourself a job or not?”
I shoved a forkful of pasta in my mouth and sighed with pleasure as I swallowed. “Man, this is so good! And yes, ma’am, as a matter of fact, I have found a job.”
“You have?” Katy’s grin encompassed her entire face. “Fantastic! I knew you could do it. Come on, baby. I want to hear all the details.”

^ ^ ^

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/
https://www.bookbub.com/authors/christiane-france



Saturday, January 27, 2018

WeWriWa - 27 January 2018 - Without A Clue

27 January 2018

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 another snippet from Without A Clue. A romantic mystery/suspense set in the City of Light and Love--Paris, France. This snippet continues immediately after the one I posted last week. Enjoy!



Without A Clue
By Chris Grover
https://www.amazon.ca/Without-Clue-Chris-Grover-ebook/dp/B076635N3Q/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1515269134&sr=1-1&keywords=Without+A+Clue+by+Chris+Grover
Also available at Apple iTunes, Kobo, Barnes & Noble

https://www.books2read.com/u/boYak1

List Price: $3.99
          “And that is?”
          He smiled and ran the back of his forefinger slowly down her cheek. “Instead of saying goodbye, perhaps we could kiss and agree to be friends. Yes?”
          Kissing friends? The suggestion had been made with a hint of shyness, but was so unexpected Paula didn't know what to think let alone say. Luc wasn't like any of the men she knew. His old-fashioned formality reminded her of glittering ballrooms, Viennese waltzes and European royalty. Completely different from the casual informality of the average North American male she was used to.
          Could she and Luc just be friends, or did she want more than that?
         
^ ^ ^
Blurb:
Nine months ago, within hours of purchasing a valuable antiquarian diary for their grandfather, Paula Sinclair's brother, Eric, was killed by a car bomb and the diary disappeared.
Private investigator, Luc Dupré, along with the police, insist the diary was destroyed in the explosion. Paula isn't convinced. No trace of either the diary or Eric's briefcase was found in the rubble, and she takes it to mean the diary was stolen. The diary wasn't insured and with the bank still owed half a million dollars, Paula cannot sit idly by and watch her beloved grandfather forced into bankruptcy.
Following a mysterious phone call and a series of cryptic postcards, Paula returns to Paris to hear a rumor that the diary is being offered for sale by secret auction. She also finds out that the diary once belonged to Luc's family. When her relationship with Luc takes a sudden change from business to personal, she's positive he's using her and his job to get it back.
^ ^ ^
Don’t forget this is a blog hop. You can check out all the other contributors’ blogs by following this link:   www.wewriwa.com
 ^ ^ ^
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/