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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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/ 

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…


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

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. 

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

Thursday, June 15, 2017

New release - The Escort - m/m contemporary





The Escort
https://www.amazon.com/Escort-Christiane-France-ebook/dp/B072N1LT31/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

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.”

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