Wednesday, July 19, 2017

MidWeekTease- 19 July 2017 - The Club At Cool Harbor

19 July 2017:

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



The Club At Cool Harbor
By Christiane France
https://www.amazon.com/Club-at-Cool-Harbor-ebook/dp/B06WD2RLRR/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

Blurb:

A year ago, all private investigator Gabe Muller needed to complete his perfect life was the perfect man. Then he met fellow P.I., Raz Reynolds, the man of his dreams. The attraction was mutual, and they made a date for dinner at Raz’s house. When Gabe arrived, he found Raz on the patio having sex with another man. Although literally caught with his pants down, Raz tried to explain that things weren’t at all the way they looked, but Gabe wasn’t buying it. Hurt and disillusioned, he cut off all contact with Raz.

Recently the security firm for which Gabe works was hired by the owner of Le Club, the new all gay males’ resort at Cool Harbor, to stop the leak of highly sensitive, personal information about members’ leisure-time activities. Posing as a waiter, Gabe arrives to investigate and immediately runs into Raz who is also there undercover. Although Gabe is working for the owner and Raz for one of the club members, their goal is the same. For this reason, Gabe suggests they temporarily put personal differences aside and share information.

For Raz, it’s the perfect opportunity to try to convince Gabe what he thought he saw a year earlier wasn’t at all what it seemed. When Gabe learns the truth, will he believe Raz, forgive him, and give the man another chance? 

Excerpt:
...Raz grinned. “It just occurred to me that if the doms at Le Club are masked, they know who they’re flogging or subduing or whatever, but the one on the receiving end may not.”

Gabe frowned. “I thought that kind of thing was an established partnership, not just a one-off. You know, one or more slaves and their regular slave master, in which case, everyone knows everyone else. Of course, I could be wrong.”

“Maybe it’s different at Le Club,” Raz suggested. “You know, like a spa. They come for a few days of R&R and they get to try out all the different disciplines and toys.”

“As in someone hides his identity behind a mask and practices being a dom, then gets in touch with his media buddies and says, ‘Hey, guys, you won’t believe what X likes having done to him, which is great because I really needed to fix that sucker good, and he doesn’t have a clue who I am.’ Somehow, I don’t think that’s too likely.”

“Why not?” Raz looked slightly offended. “You have a problem with that theory? I’m not saying some of them don’t go to the club to find new playmates, indulge in a couple of fantasies, or learn new things because I think that was the original idea behind Le Club—somewhere way off the beaten track where they can be themselves without constantly looking over their shoulders. However, that being said, these are sane, well-educated men we’re talking about here; guys who obviously know their way around the gay scene.

“I just don’t see any of them engaging in what we both know are potentially dangerous, maybe even lethal sex games with complete strangers. At least, not the kind of heavy stuff I was told has been hinted at.” Gabe laughed and ran his hand very slowly down Raz’s flat stomach, stopping a scant inch or two short of his cock. “Sorry, babe. I think you’re really reaching.”

“In that case, why don’t you do the same? Reach a tiny bit lower and put me out of my misery. Please!” Raz’s dark eyes danced with what Gabe suspected were deliciously wicked thoughts, then they slid shut as Raz ran the tip of his tongue around his mouth. “Imagine you’re my slave and you have to obey my every command.”


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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/


Friday, July 14, 2017

What do romance readers really want?

I know, romance reading preferences come and go the same as with everything else. At one time, I couldn't get enough steamy stories set in the Deep South.  Later, I went through a historical readfest, then a paranormal phase, before moving on to vampires and shapeshifters, and right now I mostly buy contemporaries, preferably with a hint of mystery or suspense.

As an author, I mostly write m/m gay contemporary or paranormal and I do like to add a little mystery and/or suspense. But is there an audience for what I write?

Authors want to give readers what they want , so if you read romance, please help by completing the following survey: https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/QXWYBS7

Thanks for your help,

Christiane France

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, July 12, 2017

MidWeekTease - 12 July 2017 - Strangers In The Night

12 July 2017:

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



Strangers In The Night
By Christiane France
https://amazon.com/author/christianefrance
https://www.amazon.com/Strangers-Night-Christiane-France-ebook/dp/B06XF7CJV4/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8


Blurb:
After a disastrous affair with a man he met one night on the beach, an affair that ended with the man’s death, Blaine Tyler is scared to take a chance on someone new for fear of repeating his past mistakes. So scared, he gives up on life completely--until the night he meets another stranger, the handsome and charismatic Adrian Rossi--a man to whom he feels an immediate sexual attraction.

Adrian is the complete opposite of Blaine’s previous lover. He’s caring and unselfish, and he’s just as attracted to Blaine as what Blaine is to him. But can Blaine take a chance and allow a complete stranger to help him get past his fears?

Excerpt:

Within a couple of seconds, Blaine knew taking off his shirt had been a mistake. And if he had any sense, he’d extricate himself now, before things got out of hand. But Adrian’s clever fingers were like magic, untangling the knots, and relaxing the muscles. By the time he’d finished massaging his shoulders and back, Blaine felt boneless and content, and on the verge of drifting off to sleep.
“Feel better?” Adrian asked as he stepped away and picked up his drink.
Blaine flexed his shoulders. His muscles had loosened up, and he felt great, better than he had in months. Problem was, thanks to Adrian’s magic hands and his own x-rated thoughts, he now had a major erection in his pants. “I feel good. Really good. I’d forgotten what a good massage can accomplish. All I need now is a hot shower, and--”
Adrian grinned and gave him an inquiring look. “Some really hot sex?”
Blaine’s face was on fire. He wasn’t sure if it was the result of drinking the two beers too fast, or if it was a reaction to Adrian’s bluntness. He pressed the cold bottle against his left cheek. “I…umm…I…”
“You don’t need to be embarrassed. From what you’ve said, it sounds to me like the guy was working you like a job and you didn’t even realize what was going on. Now, you’re scared of it happening again. Am I right?”
“Wouldn’t you be scared?”
“I’ve had something similar happen to me. And yes, for a while I was scared of meeting someone and having the same thing happen again. But then I decided being robbed of my dignity was more than enough. I wouldn’t allow what he did to me ruin my life.”
“You think that’s what I’m doing?”
“I know you are. “
“And how do you know that?”
“I’m not made of ice, bro. I feel the chemistry between us just as strongly as you do, maybe even more because I’m not trying to deny it. I felt it the moment I first saw you at the bar, and so did you. Yet you wouldn’t give me more than a fast half-glance. And the reason you wouldn’t really look at me is because you’re scared to admit you’re human. Scared of getting involved again. Scared of getting kicked in the gut again. I knew you didn’t really want to show me Jay’s condo tonight--you were afraid of what might happen, but you were caught in the middle with no way out. Am I right?”
Blaine didn’t answer. Everything Adrian had said was one hundred per cent correct. He was guilty of a whole lot of stuff. It was just too bad he didn’t have whatever it took to admit it all out loud.
“We all make mistakes, errors in judgment, whatever you want to call them,” Adrian continued. “And we all have to get over them the best way we know how. But don’t cheat yourself by judging everyone on the basis of one bad experience.”
“Do you practice what you preach?”
“I try to. It doesn’t always work out, but at least I try.”
Blaine tensed as Adrian moved in behind him again. Then he shivered with barely controlled excitement as Adrian’s lips began to nip and nuzzle his neck. “I want you, and I know you want me. So why don’t we forget everything but the here and the now? It doesn’t have to be for more than this one time. Unless, of course, you want more.”
Once again, Blaine knew everything Adrian said was right. The past was over, done. He needed to forgive and forget, then move on and start enjoying life again. However, he couldn’t just snap his fingers and have things go back to the way they were. He needed time. He drank a little of his beer on the off chance it would give him the strength to resist Adrian’s advances.
Except his sexual frustration was reaching an all time high, and his powers of resistance were about ten points below inadequate. He shifted position on the chair to ease the ache in his groin. His cock was so hard, so loaded, he could barely think straight.
But then Adrian’s hands moved slowly down over his chest and his belly until they reached the hard bump at the juncture of his thighs and paused. He could feel the heat of Adrian’s hands through the thin denim of his jeans. If he moved as much as a millimeter, he’d come. He knew that for sure.
Yes, he wanted Adrian, and yes, he was scared shitless. He’d never been good at casual sex. Probably because he’d never been able to take what he wanted and just blow it off the way some guys could. He always had to get too damn involved. He closed his eyes and sucked in a breath, trying to summon the energy to push the other man away.
“Just breathe,” Adrian murmured. “Just take a breath and let it go, and forget everything else.” His movements slow and unhurried, he unsnapped Blaine’s jeans, slid down the zipper, and slipped a hand inside.

   
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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, July 5, 2017

MidWeekTease - 5 July 2017 - Once Upon A Secret



5 July 2017:

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


Once Upon A Secret
By Christiane France
https://www.amazon.com/Once-Upon-Secret-Christiane-France-ebook/dp/B06XF89BGR/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

Luke was content to stay in the closet until Travis convinced him to come out.

Blurb:

The last thing Luke Fiorelli wants to do as a member of a close-knit immigrant family living in the Italian neighborhood of a small town, is embarrass or upset them by openly declaring his sexuality. Moving to the big city isn’t an option for a couple of reasons: partly because he owns a successful landscaping business, and partly because his family wouldn’t understand him relocating on what they would interpret as a whim. So, by convincing himself that his strait-laced father would kill him if he ever found out about Luke’s sexuality, and satisfying his needs with the occasional weekend trip out of town, Luke has never had a problem keeping that part of his life a deep, dark secret.
That is, until he meets handsome and openly gay Travis Barrington III. The attraction between the two men is strong and instantaneous, and suddenly Luke is scrambling to invent even more excuses to keep his secret.
Travis, however, knows all about secrets and the harm they can do, but can he convince Luke to accept that and step out into the light?

Excerpt:

Luke Fiorelli watched Travis Barrington III across the makeshift desk in the construction site office, fascinated by the movement of the man’s nicely manicured hands as they sifted through the contents of a file. He swallowed hard, desperate to deny the shiver of awareness that heated his blood and sent his thoughts skittering in directions they had no business going.
He’d first met Travis a couple of months ago, at Barrington Properties’ corporate headquarters in downtown Rock Bay. Travis had personally taken delivery of Luke’s last-minute bid to landscape the grounds at what was to be the jewel in the Barrington crown, a new hotel on the coast a few miles north of town. Luke had hoped his bid would be successful, but he’d long ago learned not to expect miracles. Competition was stiff for plum commercial jobs like this and there were dozens of landscaping companies more experienced and better known than Fiorelli Exteriors.
However, in the split second it had taken for that envelope to change hands, something had passed between himself and Travis, and Luke had known for an absolute fact that the job would be his. He couldn’t explain how he’d known; he just had. Maybe it was what the experts labeled a moment, a flash of precognition that sometimes happened, or good old-fashioned e.s.p. Whatever it was, less than a week later, Travis had called to confirm Luke had indeed submitted the winning bid.
It had happened, it was over, but the incident still continued to bother Luke. He didn’t have moments or suffer from ESP. Even so, something must have triggered the sudden feeling of knowing the future, and he didn’t have much to choose from. There had been the initial, brief but all-encompassing eye contact with Travis that made Luke feel as if he’d been swallowed whole. Then the zap of electricity traveling up his arm as their fingers touched when Travis took possession of the package. Then again, maybe it had just been one of those weird, inexplicable things that happen but defy all rational explanation.
Whatever it was, from then on, any time Luke ran into Travis, he started feeling wary and off balance, like he was walking on eggs, or balancing on the edge of a cliff. And it didn’t help in between those times he couldn’t quit thinking about the man or having ridiculous dreams where the two of them were locked together in a passionate embrace.
Travis was handsome, rich, a real player by all accounts, and totally out of Luke’s league. The last person on earth Luke would want to hook up with, yet his fingers itched to touch his skin, to get naked with him. He wanted to run his fingers through the man’s long black hair and kiss his wide mouth. He wanted to taste him and—
Just then, Travis looked up, a faintly troubled look on his handsome face, giving Luke the craziest urge to just walk around the desk and solve whatever was bothering him with a reassuring hug. However, while Travis made no secret of the fact he was gay and proud of it, Luke was not. Hell, there were times when Luke wasn’t even sure what he was. Although that wasn’t exactly true. He’d done enough messing around, first in high school and later in college, to be very sure.
However, he’d grown up in a family with strong conservative values and strait-laced views on just about everything. He didn’t need to hear his dad’s views on homosexuality to know the way he and his friends thought. It was something decent people didn’t talk about, so telling his parents had been totally out of the question. As a result, Luke’s almost non-existent sex life was, of necessity, restricted to DIY and weekend trips out of town to somewhere like L.A., Vegas, or San Francisco.
If his secret ever got out… Luke shuddered inwardly at the very thought. His dad would kill him. Guaranteed.
   
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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, July 1, 2017

The Escort has made the semi-finals...

Thanks to KC Kendrick's talented artwork, the cover for The Escort has made the finals of Affaire de Coeur's HotGuyzPatrol cover contest.  As you might guess, the competition is as hot as the cover models, so any and all votes will be greatly appreciated.

Voting is open July 1 to July 15, 2017 and readers are allowed one vote per category per day. If you'd like to help us out with your vote, here's the link:


And here's the cover:



Thanks so much,

Christiane

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

MidWeekTease - 28 June 2017 - This Time For Keeps


28 June 2017:

For this week’s edition of the MidWeekTease, http://midweektease.blogspot.ca/, I have an excerpt from This Time For Keeps, a contemporary m/m gay paranormal:


This Time For Keeps
by Christiane France
https://www.books2read.com/u/3LrlB5
https://www.amazon.com/This-Time-Keeps-Christiane-France-ebook/dp/B06WP6NGJP/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

Blurb:

Josh and Pete were always breaking up and getting back together. The last time it happened, they swore their ten-year affair was over for good.  Although Pete moved out, and Josh took a job overseas, Josh figured it was simply a matter of waiting to see who gave in first--the same routine they’d gone through a dozen times before. Except Pete didn’t call, and when Josh tried to contact Pete, it turned out both of Pete’s numbers had been disconnected.  He tried telling himself Pete had found someone new and moved on. But ten years is a long time--too long to just dismiss like it was nothing. If Pete no longer cares, then Josh needs to hear that from Pete in person. Determined to find out the reason for Pete’s silence, Josh returns home to the mind-numbing news that Pete is dead--he was killed two months earlier when he tried to stop thieves from stealing his car. Josh is devastated, but as he begins to pick up the threads of his life and move on, he gradually comes to the realization that death doesn't always break the bond between two people who were destined to be together forever.


Excerpt:

Closing his eyes, he put down his bags and breathed in the well-remembered scent of home…except, for some reason, it didn’t quite smell the way he remembered or expected. His eyes snapped open and he looked first into the living room on his left, down the hallway to the kitchen, and then up the stairs to the floor above, half-expecting to see Pete sitting there on the top step, laughing at him.
But Pete was dead. Josh knew that as surely as he knew Mrs. Vincelli had given the place a thorough spring-cleaning after Pete moved out, and that she’d done her usual weekly cleaning right before he left for Europe. He’d also left a message on her phone a few days ago, said he was coming home, and asked if she’d air the place out and freshen it up a little.
There was plenty of evidence to show she’d been in because all the polished surfaces were dust free, and he could detect a faint odor of the cleaning product she used on the kitchen and bathroom floors—a product strong enough to remove any and all odors.
So why could he still smell Pete’s aftershave, and Pete’s cedarwood shower gel, and everything else Pete, including the god-awful stink of his filthy old running shoes after he’d been for his morning run along the edge of the lake? Especially as Pete had taken all those things with him when he left.
Feeling a little shaky and off balance, he sat down on the bottom step of the stairway and ran a hand through his sun-streaked, dark blond hair.
He knew what he thought he could smell could only be an illusion. Partly reaction from the shock of hearing about Pete’s untimely death, and partly from guilt because he’d been thousands of miles away in Europe while Pete was being sliced and diced by a couple of druggie thugs. He knew he had no real reason to feel guilty. He and Pete were adults who’d argued one too many times and made the rational decision to part on the grounds they’d had enough—that what they both wanted was a quiet and peaceful life, the one thing they hadn’t been able to find together no matter how hard they’d tried
Except, despite everything, you know damn well chances were good the two of you would eventually have gotten back together. You’d done it before—so many times you’ve lost count. You had too much history together to throw it all away— too many things you’d shared…the good times and the bad times, the thrill of success when you both got to the top of the heap in Milan, and again when the business finally began to turn around.
Then the awful pain of the final parting…the way you felt that morning when you awoke to find Pete had packed up and left in the night without a word of explanation—pain that had been only slightly alleviated by the fact you knew damn well all you had to do was pick up the phone and talk him around…
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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, June 24, 2017

WeekendWritingWarriors - June 24, 2017 - The Escort

24 June 2017:



I write LGBT, MTS, PA, and RO, and for this week’s edition of the WeekendWritingWarriors blog hop -  www.wewriwa.com - I have several sentences from my contemporary gay (m/m) romance, The Escort.



The Escort
By Christiane France & KC Kendricks
Also available at Apple iTunes, Barnes & Noble and Kobo

https://www.books2read.com/u/bP12ql


This book is currently available at the special promotional price of $0.99


He smiled, one of those confident, butter-wouldn’t-melt kind of smiles that fueled an urge to smack him. It also gave me the start of a hard-on and a delicious achy feeling in my balls.
“Out? You mean as in out for the rest of the evening?”
“No, sir. I do not.” The smile I gave him in return was as phony as a politician’s promise. “I mean o-u-t. As in out of the closet.”

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About the book… Ryan James is a professional escort. For Ryan, it’s the perfect mix of challenge and satisfaction. He’s handsome and charming, and the constant variety ensures he’s never bored. One day he’s attending a special exhibition at the River Street Art Gallery with a political wannabe--a man who holds Ryan’s attention but can’t hold his liquor. Then later delivering the man to the home of a campaign contributor with no stops on the way. The next, he’s preserving the anonymity of a restaurant reviewer, showing a young tourist the town, or helping a spurned lover deal with a broken heart. For his clients, Ryan is a dream come true. He’s everything they could have wished for and more.

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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, June 21, 2017

MidWeek Tease - 21 June 2017 - The Escort



21 June 2017:

I was recently introduced to the MidWeekTease blog hop by my good friend and writing buddy, KC Kendricks. I understand, in keeping with the name, our posts go live on Wednesdays. I’m looking forward to meeting some new authors and reading their excerpts. So be sure to visit http://midweektease.blogspot.ca/ and check out the various authors’ blogs. For this week’s edition of MidWeekTease I have an excerpt from a new m/m contemporary release, The Escort, a series of five adventures co-written with KC Kendricks.


The Escort
Also available at Apple iTunes, Barnes & Noble and Kobo

Blurb:

Ryan James is a professional escort. For Ryan, it’s the perfect mix of challenge and satisfaction. He’s handsome and charming, and the constant variety ensures he’s never bored. One day he’s attending a special exhibition at the River Street Art Gallery with a political wannabe--a man who holds Ryan’s attention but can’t hold his liquor. Then later delivering the man to the home of a campaign contributor with no stops on the way. The next, he’s preserving the anonymity of a restaurant reviewer, showing a young tourist the town, or helping a spurned lover deal with a broken heart. For his clients, Ryan is a dream come true. He’s everything they could have wished for and more.

Excerpt:

“So, are we ready to move on to our next appointment, Mr. Becker?”
“Almost.” He checked his watch and frowned. “There’s just enough time left for me to work my way back to the exit and chat up anyone I missed.”
I nodded, having guessed as much. “Would you like me to find you another glass of sparkling water before you begin?”
He almost smiled at me again. “I’d appreciate it.”
“Coming right up.” I slipped out of the room, intent on my errand. At the bar, I ordered two sparkling waters with lemon twists. I handed Brock a glass and he murmured his thanks before he turned his back to the room with me as a shield and gulped down half of it. I took a few sips and checked out the well-dressed couple strolling into the room. I’d not seen them before so I cleared my throat. Brock looked at me.
“Over your right shoulder. You didn’t speak with that couple.”
He handed me his glass and left me to return it to the bar. How much trouble could he get into without me at his side? I didn’t think much, but I hurried to complete the task. I stopped in my tracks when I returned to the spot where I’d left Brock.
His face was transformed by a genuine smile as he talked with the stylish pair. The handsome, brooding features morphed into a countenance full of vitality and charm. I knew in that moment I was seeing the real man, the one he kept hidden…a revelation that started a chain reaction of thoughts and feelings that surprised me but I was quick to suppress. I took a deep breath and joined them, standing a little behind Brock’s left side.
The woman smiled at me as Brock and her companion talked about the need for noise ordinances. I hesitated when she held out her hand, not liking the speculative glint in her dark eyes.
My inner alarm system kicked in. She looked familiar.
Bandit at twelve o’clock?
“Hi, I’m Eve. Are you Mr. Becker’s…assistant?”
That little pause sent an uneasy shiver down my back.
“No, I’m just filling in this evening. Acting as gofer, calling the limo. That sort of thing.” I checked my watch. “Also, making sure Mr. Becker remembers a conference call he has scheduled and gets to his next event on time.”
Her smile reminded me of a feral cat. “I didn’t catch your name.”
In that moment, I recognized her. She was a reporter with the local paper. What story was she fishing after?
“Ryan.”
I discreetly squeezed Brock’s elbow. “It’s almost time for your conference call with those PR bandits. It’s scheduled for nine.”
If he were surprised I’d sneaked in the code word as well as misrepresented his other plans for the evening in front of Eve, he hid it well. “Oh. Thank you. I didn’t realize it was so late.”
He said his goodbyes to the pair and headed to the door without a glance in my direction, leaving me to follow. By the time we reached the lobby, his cell phone was at his ear. We stepped out into the night air and into the limo. Brock settled back in his seat and glared at me.
“Well? What did you see?”
“That woman is Eve Taylor. She looks different off the air, doesn’t she?”
His gaze locked onto mine. “Are you sure it was her?”
I nodded. “Positive. And she was interested in my employment with you. Are you out?”
He smiled, one of those confident, butter-wouldn’t-melt kind of smiles that fueled an urge to smack him. It also gave me the start of a hard-on and a delicious achy feeling in my balls.
“Out? You mean as in out for the rest of the evening?”
“No, sir. I do not.” The smile I gave him in return was as phony as a politician’s promise. “I mean o-u-t. As in out of the closet.”
He feigned surprise. “You think I’m gay?”
“You’re saying you’re not?”
He bared his teeth, then chuckled. “I’m not saying a 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://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, June 17, 2017

WeekendWritingWarriors - 17 June 2017 - Inseparable



17 June 2017:


I write LGBT, MTS, PA, and RO, and I was recently introduced to the WeekendWritingWarriors blog hop by my good friend and writing buddy, KC Kendricks. 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 Inseparable.


Inseparable
By Christiane France
https://www.amazon.com/Inseparable-Christiane-France-ebook/dp/B071GM8GTQ/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
Also available at Kobo, Inktera, Scribd, and Tolino

“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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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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Friday, June 16, 2017

Just Released - Fast Forward - m/m/f time travel






Fast Forward
https://www.amazon.com/Fast-Forward-Christiane-France-ebook/dp/B071K7D133/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

Blurb:
From lady’s maid to the life of her dreams in one small jump?
Knowing she’ll be punished for helping her mistress escape the attentions of a royally connected Marquis, Celeste Rousseau has no choice but to follow when she sees the woman disappear through a hidden doorway.
Celeste has no idea the doorway is actually a portal in time, or that she’s about to leave the 18th century behind and be transported 250 years into the future and the strange but exciting world of the twenty-first-century.  

Excerpt:

She (Celeste) hurried up the main staircase. From the amount of light she could see on the second floor, it was clear the windows up there had not been shuttered. Perhaps she would be able to recognize a landmark—something to indicate her location. She also wanted to know what was causing all the strange noises.
She peeked through the first window she came to. The glass was streaked and dirty, but…was that snow she could see on the ground outside? It was too late for blossoms from the apple trees, and snow in July simply wasn’t possible.
She looked again. It was snow! A thin blanket of snow covered the rooftops and the trees and everything else she could see. However, there wasn’t a horse or a carriage in sight. Instead, strange, box-shaped objects on wheels were moving swiftly along the street. Some had lamps at the front, but with all of them, she could see people sitting inside.
She reached down for a corner of her apron to clean a small portion of the window in order to get a better view…but she was no longer wearing her apron. In fact, she wasn’t wearing any of her regular clothing. From waist to ankle she was encased in what appeared to be a new style of men’s pantaloons. Made of a heavy blue cotton fabric, the pantaloons fit like a second skin. On her feet were the strangest looking footwear she’d ever seen—thick white, all-in-one soles and heels with white cotton tops laced down the center. Even so, they were amazingly light and very comfortable, more comfortable than anything she’d ever worn before. Her upper body was also encased in cotton—some kind of heavy, marine blue doublet with full length sleeves but no front opening.
She slipped a hand in the right hand pocket of the pantaloons, horrified to find it empty. The money she’d worked so hard to save and kept in her pocket, day and night, for safekeeping was gone! And so was her grandmother’s gold crucifix.
Her eyes filled with tears and she slid down the wall to curl up in a small, dejected heap beneath the window. Bad enough the world had gone completely crazy—peculiar, box-like contraptions moving along the street without horses to pull them, snow in July, and her clothes replaced by some bizarre form of fancy dress, now it appeared someone had stolen her money. Without money or valuables, she would starve for sure.
She lifted a hand to her hair, afraid to find that gone, too. The cap she normally wore during the day while working had disappeared, but her beautiful, silken blonde hair that hung all the way down to her waist while she slept was still right there where it belonged—hanging loose, but at least it was still there on her head.
Be strong, ma chère. Life is not easy. But if you wish yours to be successful, you must listen and learn how to fit in and always be ready to adapt to change…


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Just released - Paris Heat - m/f/m contemporary

What better way to spend summer vacation than with a trip to Paris, France? If the travel brochures are to be believed, it's the city of light, love, fabulous food, and great tourist attractions. There's romance to be found everywhere--along the tree-lined boulevards, the quaint cobbled streets, or ordering a drink at a sidewalk cafe and spending an hour or two watching the world go by. What more could a girl ask for?



Paris Heat
By Christiane France
https://www.amazon.com/Paris-Heat-Christiane-France-ebook/dp/B0721LD91R/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
Blurb:
After being dumped by her latest boyfriend, Trish Stacey decided to spend an unexpected lottery win on a vacation in Paris, France. Paris is the city of love and Frenchmen are supposed to be the world’s greatest lovers, so perhaps her luck will change and she’ll find the man of her dreams.
But Trish’s luck changes a whole lot faster than she expected. Before her Paris flight has even left the ground, a man sits in the adjoining seat and suddenly ooh la la takes on a whole new meaning.

Excerpt:
“You look tired,” he said, interrupting her thoughts.
A little surprised by the man’s perceptiveness, Trish tried to pass it off by saying, “Too much work; too much everything.”
“But nothing serious?”
“No. I just need to kick back for a couple weeks. A little rest and relaxation, and a complete change of pace and I’ll be good as new.”
“What kind of work do you do?”
“Nothing too interesting at the moment. I’ve been working a couple of minimum wage jobs to pay the bills while I finished my degree. You know, the usual kind of thing students take—working at a fast food restaurant and stocking shelves at the supermarket. Nothing to tax the brain or interfere with my studies.” She rubbed her tired eyes. After working the late shift at the restaurant last night, she’d had to stay behind to help with the clean-up. Then, being her last day, she’d gone out to a bar with a few of the other employees and hadn’t made it home until almost three this morning.
“You’re a student?”
“Was. My big graduation moment was this morning, so I’m done.” She smoothed down the short skirt of the dress she’d bought to wear under her gown and wished she’d thought to change into something more comfortable for the flight.
“And now the future awaits?”
“I guess.”
“You already have something in mind?”
“Huh?” Between lack of sleep and two cognacs, Trish was feeling light-headed and a little spacey. She covered her mouth with her hand in a futile attempt to conceal a yawn. “Excuse me. It’s been a long day.”
“No problem. Why don’t you put your seat back and close your eyes.”
“Great idea,” Trish murmured. She slipped off her shoes and pushed the seat back as far as it would go. A couple of hours of solid sleep and she’d be okay.
Closing her eyes, she leaned back, breathed deeply and tried to relax. It was cool on the plane, too cool for a sleeveless summer dress. She should have asked the attendant for a blanket, but they’d already turned the cabin lights off and with the movie just starting…
As her mind began to drift, she felt something light but warm envelope her from her chin to her toes. Gentle fingers tucked the covering securely around her body, and she moved down lower in her seat.
Flight attendants never had the time to baby the passengers in tourist class, so she figured Sir Galahad in the next seat must be her Good Samaritan. He looked like the type who enjoyed fussing over a woman, and she was enjoying it too much to tell him to stop.

The same gentle fingers lifted her head slightly and slipped a small pillow between her cheek and the seat back, and she gave a soft sigh of pure pleasure. Yeah, man! This was the kind of TLC every girl dreamed of. 

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