17 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 another 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.
By Christiane France
Available at iTunes, Barnes & Noble, Kobo
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:
…how was I supposed to find gainful employment when every agency in town told me I was way under-qualified for anything they had on their books? A first-year college dropout with a high school education, average marks and no special training or references of any kind didn’t cut it in today’s high-tech job market. What it did was render me virtually unemployable, and, although no one put it into actual words, a prime candidate for the nearest soup kitchen unless I did something about it.
One counselor I spoke with suggested I go back to school and either earn a degree or learn a skill. Another said I should find a need and fill it. My good buddy, Toby, told me my best bet was to apply at one of the local gay bars for a job as a dancer. With my body and looks I’d make a fortune.
All great ideas in their way and given with the very best of intentions. Even so, I had no burning urge to go back to school and learn how to become a hair stylist, even though I know one who earns a fortune, or a hospital worker. For one thing, it would take months. Anything farther up the pay scale, such as a hotshot business exec or a lawyer, took years of studying, even supposing I was interested, which I wasn’t. Dog walking was out because I’d have to pick up their shit. As for dancing, that was a non-starter for three reasons: one, I’d need at least some training to dance like that; two, the thought of getting fondled by all and sundry made me sick to my stomach; and three, if my father found out, he’d be horrified, maybe even disown me.
Doing a Scarlett O’Hara by telling myself I’d think about it tomorrow, I left the bench and headed for home. If I couldn’t get what I thought of as a proper job, like working in an office or a bank, then I’d have to try elsewhere, like the restaurants and the supermarkets. There had to be something for me somewhere. I knew my father had started off by doing stuff like waiting tables and stocking store shelves. Now he owned half the real estate in town and had an investment portfolio that was solid gold, blue chip stocks all the way.
If he could do it, as a chip off the old block, then so could I.
I’d barely completed the thought as I crossed the street and there, in front of me, was a store with a HELP WANTED sign in the window. The Birds And The Bees was an eco-friendly/new-age-style shop across from the courthouse and had been there for as long as I could remember. I’d been in there a few times, so I knew half the space was devoted to house plants, candles, crystals and one-of-a-kind handmade crafts. The other half was taken up by a combination café and grocery featuring rain forest products, herbal teas, different kinds of local honey, and baked goods made from whole grains and nuts.
Whether the job involved watering plants, serving tea or general clerking, I didn’t imagine it was anything that required a college degree. After assuring myself I had nothing to lose, I opened the door and went in. The shop was busy with people browsing the items on display and the café had customers lined up, waiting for tables.
I went over to the forties-something woman behind the plant-shop counter. “Excuse me?”
She looked up from a plant she was repotting and gave me a warm smile. “Yes? Can I help you?”
I returned her smile and gestured toward the notice in the window. “I’d like to inquire about the job.”
“Do you know anything about houseplants?”
As it happened, I knew quite a lot about them.
^ ^ ^
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