Saturday, October 21, 2017

WeWriWa - 21 October 2017 - where's Michelle (3)

21 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



…Why are you doing this, Simon?”
          “Why?” He turned to face her, the vulnerable look on her face catching him unawares. “Because you won't get Michelle back without help.” And because I want to take the sadness from your eyes and put a smile back on your face. To accomplish that, I'll do whatever it takes. “Being a policemen isn't just a job for me. I take what I do very seriously.”
          The glint of tears appeared in her eyes as she took a step toward him, and for a split second Simon thought she was going to hug him. Instead, she ran a shaky hand over her hair and forced a smile. “I know I need help to find Michelle, but I don't want to get you in trouble with your superiors.”

^ ^ ^

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

 ^ ^ ^
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 18, 2017

MidWeekTease - 18 October 2017 - Blues In The Night (3)

18 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.

This week I have another excerpt from Blues In The Night, a contemporary m/m romance, and it’s in the main character, Alain’s, point of view. It’s Kenny’s last night in town and Alain’s determined to make the most of it:


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:

He shook his head. “Nah. A little of this will do.”
Kenny reached for Alain’s glass, glugged down about half the contents and gave him one of his special smiles. A crooked, sexy smile that put Alain’s heart in a vice and turned his insides to mush. He gave a silent prayer of thanks that this time tomorrow Kenny would be thousands of miles away because whatever was going on between them needed to stop before it turned into real trouble. They were too good together and far too comfortable with one another. And he knew he shouldn’t be feeling this warm and fuzzy inside over what would never amount to more than a casual fling.
“So…you doing your thing all alone tonight?”
“No. Simply filling in time until the others get here.” He turned his head as what Alain figured to be a group of students arrived and took possession of the next table.
“I guess you’re looking forward to getting back home.”
“You better believe it.” He took another sip of Alain’s beer and signaled the waiter for a refill. “Always on the go, moving around the world from city to city may sound like fun. It’s not. This time, I’ve been on the road for almost four months, and I can assure you, living out of a suitcase is highly overrated.”
“What about your next job? Earlier, you said something about opening in Montreal in a few days. How long will you be there?”
Kenny shrugged. “It’s a new place, so we’ll have to see how it goes.”
“And after that? Another tour?”
“Not if I can help it.” He shrugged again. “If all goes well, I’m hoping the position will become permanent.”
“That what you want?”
He snagged Alain’s gaze and laid a hand over his. “It’s exactly what I want. Whether or not it will work out that way remains to be seen.”
“Well, here’s hoping it does. Cheers!” Alain picked up his glass and swallowed the last mouthful of beer.
As the waiter arrived with the fresh brew, the other musicians filed onto the stage and it was time for Kenny to go back to work.
Soon after that the customers began arriving in force, and by midnight, there wasn’t a spare seat to be had.
Everyone seemed to know it was Kenny’s last night and the requests came thick and fast. Everything from songs Alain knew by heart to those he was less familiar with, and some he’d never heard before. A few minutes before two in the morning Kenny called a halt by saying all good things had to come to an end. He did two encores and finished with an abbreviated version of “Blues In The Night.” Then, after thanking the audience for coming and, despite the clapping and stamping for more, he left the stage.
Once they realized it was over and there would be no more encores, the customers finished their drinks and left.
As Alain watched the last stragglers vanish through the door into the night, Kenny reappeared at his table. He had a briefcase in one hand, a laptop in the other, and an irresistible sexy gleam in his dark chocolate eyes that made Alain catch his breath. “Ready to go, babe?”
“You bet.” Excitement surged through his veins at the prospect of the night ahead. He stood up and took a deep breath. Knowing it was just a one-day fling didn’t stop him from wanting more. So much more he should have left hours ago when he realized he was in over his head. It was too late for that now. Tonight was all they had, and saying no to Kenny was the last thing on his mind.

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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/ 

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.”

^ ^ ^
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.
^ ^ ^
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/ 

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 cafĂ© 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.

^ ^ ^


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/


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.

^ ^ ^
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.

^ ^ ^
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/ 

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.
^ ^ ^
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 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.”
^ ^ ^
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/