Friday, March 24, 2017

MySexySaturday - March 25, 2017 - French Twist


March 25, 2017: 
For this week’s edition of MySexySaturday http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.ca/ I have seven paragraphs from FRENCH TWIST. A contemporary m/m romance where the main character finally meets His Sexy (Forever) Love.
 

Blurb: 
When the markets collapsed and Sean Hannesay lost everything, including his job as a financial advisor, he considered himself lucky to find work as a delivery boy for The House of Lost Treasures. It’s a job that’ll keep a roof over his head and put food in his stomach while he waits for the economy to improve and he’s able to find something better.
But being a delivery boy in the antique business turns out to be more interesting and exciting than Sean expected. After a couple of months spent fetching and carrying like a character in a Dickens novel, Sean’s next assignment takes him to Paris, France, to take possession of a 17th-century cross pendant. From the moment he arrives, Sean’s involved in one strange adventure after another, until he finally meets up with Raoul Dassin, the man from whom he is to collect the pendant. A man who instantly captures Sean’s attention and refuses to let go.
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Sean could have cared less about food, but going through the motions was all part of this particular game. And he knew, despite the way he felt right now, the urgency and strength of his feelings, the way his mind could brush everything else aside, and the overwhelming conviction he had to have Raoul no matter what, a game was all it was—the instant attraction, the discreet flirting, the moment of truth, and then, their needs satisfied, that would be the end of it. A special time, nonetheless, that would take away a little of the hurt inflicted by Bobby and make this first trip to Paris unforgettable. “Sounds good. Medium rare, if I may. And a plain green salad?”
The waiter left and, as Sean heard the click of a deadbolt engaging, a shiver ran through his body. He wasn’t certain if it was fear of the unknown or anticipation of what was about to happen. He never ever got into things with another guy this fast. Anyone with half a brain knew it was best to get to know one another a little up front, take enough time to be sure he wasn’t agreeing to anything too weird or kinky, or any of the heavy stuff he just wasn’t into. Then Raoul was behind him, helping him off with his jacket and stroking his ass in the process.
“Would it be asking too much if I suggest we forget about everything except ourselves while we’re here?” Raoul said softly as he continued to lightly stroke Sean’s butt. “I believe moments like this are given to us for a purpose. They are meant to be savored and enjoyed.”
“You mean like stopping to smell the roses, as we say back home?”
“Exactement! A moment to forget about the harsh realities of life, and perhaps enjoy the more pleasant things it has to offer?”
If Raoul had come right out and suggested they both get naked, his meaning couldn’t have been more clear. With his jacket gone, Sean felt Raoul’s arms encircle his body, pressing him against the impressive arousal Sean had noticed when they were sitting in Raoul’s office. Another shiver ran through his body.
“If I’m making a mistake, tell me now,” Raoul said quietly. 
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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://mysexysaturday.blogspot.ca/  
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Cool mysteries and hot romance - http://www.chrisgrover.ca
https://amazon.com/author/christianefrance
https://www.facebook.com/chris.grover.71
http://twitter.com/chrisgrover2
http://christianefrance.blogspot.ca/ 
 

Friday, March 17, 2017

MySexySaturday - March 18, 2017 - Chance Encounter


March 18, 2017: 

For this week’s edition of MySexySaturday http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.ca/ I have seven paragraphs from CHANCE ENCOUNTER. A contemporary m/m romance where an undercover cop gets made and Sexy Saves The Day.

Chance Encounter
by
Christiane France


Blurb:

In high school and through their first year of college, Jase Thoman and Matt Lester were best friends and lovers. Then Matt’s family moved, Matt transferred to another school, and they soon drifted apart.

Ten years later, they meet again by chance. Jase is a private investigator, desperate to find his kid brother who, in addition to two other teenage boys, disappeared after last being seen at a local gay bar. Matt is an undercover police officer, brought in by the local police department in the hope he can succeed where they’ve far failed.

Matt is the only man Jase has ever really loved, but ten years is a long time. They’re not the same people they once were. When Matt tries to pick up where they left off, Jase takes a step back. His first priority is finding his brother. As far as Matt is concerned, Jase feels how he imagines a deer would feel when caught in the headlights of a vehicle with little or no chance of escape—confused, unsure, and at the same time, positive whatever he does will be the wrong thing.

Excerpt:

Forgotten? After all what time? As in I’m supposed to know you from somewhere?

Jase narrowed his eyes and looked the dude over more carefully. The lighting in the club was lousy, but somewhere between the glitter, the cheap glamour and false eyelashes, one of which was rapidly becoming unglued, there was something vaguely familiar about the guy. He searched his memory and came up dry. “Sorry, man, I think you must be mistaking me for someone else.”

The man gave a soft, sexy chuckle, raising hairs on places Jase had always thought were hairless. He flipped through his memory banks for a second time. He still didn’t recognize the face, but he knew he’d heard that chuckle somewhere before. Where or when, he couldn’t remember…but something about it reminded him of his college days and March break—cheap motel rooms, heavy breathing, sweat-soaked sheets, and the overpowering smells of stale beer and sex.

“S’okay, Jase. It’s been one helluva long time,” the guy said quietly. “And I know I have you at a disadvantage in this getup. But you were looking me over pretty good, so I figured I should say something fast in case you recognized me and blew my cover.”

“Sorry, man. Like I said, I think you’re—” Before Jase could finish what he was about to say, he realized the guy had used his name. Then, something clicked in his brain and the memories came flooding back…along with a rush of pure sexual need he hadn’t felt in a very long time. “You’re— Oh, my God, it’s— But it can’t be. You’re—”

Matt Lester in the flesh?

Jase stared at the guy standing beside him in shock. He and Matt Lester had been lovers, best friends, and roommates through the last couple of years of high school and the first year of college. Then Matt’s family had moved to the west coast, and a scholarship had caused Matt to transfer to another school. They’d kept in touch for a while and still exchanged cards at Christmas, but between distance and everyday life, they hadn’t seen one another in years. Jase wanted to ask if Matt was back living here in town, or if he was just passing through. However, before Jase could say his name out loud, Matt had him in the kind of lip-lock Jase couldn’t have broken even on a good day.

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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://mysexysaturday.blogspot.ca/

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

 

Friday, March 10, 2017

MySexySaturday - March 11, 2017 - A Taste Of Honey


March 11, 2017: 

For this week’s edition of MySexySaturday http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.ca/ I have seven paragraphs from A Taste Of Honey. It’s a historical m/m romance, and a spin-off from Time Shift. I wouldn’t describe either of the main characters as a warrior in the accepted sense, even so they have a few battles to fight. That’s if their love is to triumph despite impossible odds and totally diverse lives.

 


A Taste Of Honey
By Christiane France
https://www.books2read.com/u/bweMvm - Kobo, iTunes and Barnes & Noble

Blurb:
Antoine Auguste, Marquis de Vernnay, is twenty-four and bored. But then he meets Honey at an exclusive men’s club, and Antoine's life is forever changed. Honey is the only person he can think about. Honey, however, is a servant of the lowest class, and also the property of another man. Can Antoine find a way to fulfil his wildest dreams and have Honey all to himself?

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Just then, a young boy appeared at his side. “Would you care for something to drink, m’sieu.?”

“No, thank you.” Antoine wasn’t about to compound his foolishness in coming to a place like this alone by accepting drinks from unknown sources. For now, he needed to keep his head clear and his wits about him. If he decided to leave at some point, he could do so without difficulty.

As he looked around the room, unsure whether he should sit down and await events, or strike up a conversation with one of the other men, he felt a hand glide down his back and come to rest on his buttocks.

“You are looking for company, mon ami?”

Antoine turned toward the speaker, a sleepy-eyed young man with his hair pulled back in a simple queue, and informally dressed in tan breeches and a partially opened, loose white top that looked rather like a nightshirt. Antoine guessed the man to be perhaps two or three years his junior. “Company?”

The young man smiled and lifted his slim shoulders in an offhand shrug as he moved his hand to the juncture of Antoine’s thighs. “If you wish, we can sit here and talk. Or, if you prefer, we can go to one of the private rooms and get to know one another better.” He paused, his mobile lips twisting in a faint grimace. “Alternatively, if you prefer, I can introduce you to someone else.”

“No. No one else.”

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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://mysexysaturday.blogspot.ca/

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

 

 

 

Friday, February 24, 2017

MySexySaturday - February 25, 2016 - Blues In The Night


February 25, 2017: 

For this week’s edition of MySexySaturday http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.ca/ I have seven paragraphs from Blues In The Night. A contemporary m/m romance in which the main character finds some unexpected assistance to help soothe his broken heart.

Blues In The Night
By Christiane France
https://www.books2read.com/u/4EdOOm - Kobo, iTunes and Barnes & Noble
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.
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 “You’re not staying?” Kenny smiled, the same crooked, sexy smile Alain remembered reeling him into the singer’s orbit the first time around. The kind of smile he could do without in his present vulnerable state.
“I wasn’t planning to.” He took a deep breath and told himself to cool it. If he had any sense at all, instead of coming into the club, he’d have put a cap on his curiosity and kept right on going. “I just happened to be passing, heard the music, and then what I thought sounded like your voice…”
“So you came in to check?”
“Something like that.”
“Hey, I’m glad you did.” Kenny glanced over his shoulder at one of the other musicians who’d returned and was strumming a few random chords on his double bass, then back at Alain. “Sorry, I have to go. This was only a quick time out for a technical problem with one of the instruments. Our break will be in about half an hour. So, why don’t you grab yourself a drink, enjoy the music, and I’ll see you in a bit.”
Without waiting for an answer, Kenny stepped back onto the stage and sat down at the piano.
Alain joined the lineup at the bar, but when his turn came, he shook his head and stepped away. 

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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://mysexysaturday.blogspot.ca/

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Cool mysteries and hot romance - http://www.chrisgrover.ca
http://christianefrance.blogspot.ca/ 

 

 

 

Friday, February 17, 2017

MyhSexySaturday - February 18, 2017 - OH, GEORGE


February 18, 2017
 
This week’s edition of MySexySaturday http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.ca/ calls for The Sexy Hunk. I have seven paragraphs from OH, GEORGE. This is a contemporary m/m romance set in an office where George is one of the secretaries.
 

OH, GEORGE
By Christiane France
Available at: Barnes & Noble (Nook), iTunes, and Kobo
Blurb:
By projecting the image of a swinging bachelor, company owner Zack Hannington has never had a problem keeping his personal life private from his employees. But when handsome and ambitious George Parker joins the secretarial pool, Zack finds himself indulging in X-rated daydreams that stress him out and seriously mess with his head.
He knows George is a kindred spirit, and he’s positive he’s met the man somewhere before, but he can’t remember where or when, and his own rule of never playing house with "the help" makes matters worse.
Zack doesn’t know if he’s in love or in lust with George, but just as everything seems to be working out even better than his dreams, he screws up and loses it all...
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George visibly relaxed and smiled, a sexy, knowing smile that softened the wide mouth and did strange things to Zack’s pulse rate. He shrugged, folded his arms and leaned his back against the door. “Am I to assume you’ve had a rethink and decided you’d like to be friends after all?”
          “Friends?”
          George’s smile deepened. “Okay, so you want to be more than friends.”
          “You have any objection?”
          “None I can think of.”
          “Does that mean you have some idea what my problem is?”
          “Offhand, I’d say you’re desperate for a little action.” The smile broadened a little and the tip of George’s tongue appeared and traced the outline of his upper lip. “But why waste time guessing, hmm? Why don’t you come over here so we can find out if that’s what you really want, or if it’s all in your 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://mysexysaturday.blogspot.ca/
^ ^ ^
Cool mysteries and hot romance - http://www.chrisgrover.ca
https://www.facebook.com/chris.grover.71
http://twitter.com/chrisgrover2
http://christianefrance.blogspot.ca/ 
 
 

Friday, January 13, 2017

MySexySaturday - January 14, 2017 - Missing, But Not Dead


January 14, 2017
This week’s edition of MySexySaturday http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.ca/ calls for My Sexy Stranger. I have seven paragraphs from MISSING, BUT NOT DEAD. This is a contemporary m/m romance set in California and the second book in my Amethyst Cove mystery series.

 

MISSING, BUT NOT DEAD
By Christiane France

Available at: Barnes & Noble (Nook), iTunes, and Kobo

Blurb:

When Greg Stewartson, ex-cop, private investigator, and half-owner of Amethyst Cove Security & Investigations, meets Ash Tyler, a handsome and very sexy nurse, their mutual attraction turns Greg’s world upside down. Greg would love to just concentrate on their budding romance. But he also wants to help Ash find his biological family—the one Ash says he had before he was taken into care, adopted and moved from California to Michigan more than twenty years ago. Although if they were Ash’s real family what made them vanish almost as effectively as if they’d never existed in the first place? 

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“Hey, finally we meet again. I was beginning to think you were a figment of my imagination.”
The voice took me by surprise. I tensed, then turned to see a man my trained eye judged to be in his late twenties standing just a few feet away.
It was almost dark with stretches of empty sand on either side of us and only the Pacific Ocean and the incoming tide as witness. Muggings aren’t something we see much of along this part of the coast, but that’s not to say they never happen. As an ex-cop and now co-owner of Amethyst Cove Security, I take nothing at face value.
I stared at him head on, trapping his gaze. Like me, he was tall with dark hair and dark eyes. Whoever he was, he had a nice, well-toned body and better than average good looks, but he came across as a pretty boy rather than a fighter. If he tried anything stupid, I could take him in one move, no sweat. “We’ve met before?”
“It was quite a while ago. But for some reason your face has stuck in my mind.” He shrugged. “Sorry if I gave you a scare just now. I guess you don’t remember me?”
If we’d met before, maybe at a bar or one of the clubs in town, I didn’t remember. Even so, he reminded me of someone. I couldn’t think who—a face on TV, someone I’d met casually and exchanged a few words with. Whatever! The deep surfer tan, the fashionably short hairstyle, plus the denim cut-offs, flip flops and white muscle shirt made him virtually indistinguishable from the rest of the around-thirty male population here in the Cove. He came across as relaxed and friendly, no sign of the stiff stance and shifty glances of someone about to pounce or the ready to run. “You’re saying we’ve met before? You sure about that?”
His smile was lethal, the kind that engaged his eyes, his mouth, and made for a whole lot of subtle body language I couldn’t ignore. He was hot, no question. Hot enough to make me catch my breath and wonder if he was available. I clamped down on the thought. I was supposed to be working, not cruising. 

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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://mysexysaturday.blogspot.ca/

^ ^ ^

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

 

 

Friday, December 23, 2016

Cover Reveal and 2016 Retrospective

 
Available January 2017
Cover by KC Kendricks
 
 
After losing my hubby to congestive heart failure in October 2015, 2016 started with the loss of my publisher, Amber Quill Press, and then continued on in the same vein with losses big and small throughout the whole year.

2016 has been a bad year for so many people. We’ve lost a number of talented celebrities who will be sorely missed, at least 3 e-publishers have closed, and every time I go to Facebook I read post after heartbreaking post from friends who’re going through some type of personal crisis or tragedy. An unexpected illness, the worsening of an existing health problem, the loss of a family member, or the health problems of a precious pet.

It’s times like this a magic wand would come in handy. A quick wave of a shiny black stick and a mumbled abracadabra, and the tears would cease to flow, the incurable would be cured, and the heartache would vanish along with that awful feeling of emptiness that follows the loss of someone close.

Like the rest of the world, I’m fresh out of shiny black sticks and magic words, but my motto has always been Onward and Upward. Don’t look back just keep moving forward. If you feel like giving up, look around for someone who is worse off than you. Help someone who can’t help his or herself. I know, it sounds like a bunch of Pollyanna and maybe it is. But over the years I’ve discovered Christmas brings a magic that’s all its own. This year, for me, it’s been the good feeling I’ve gotten by helping out at my local YWCA--donating clothing and knitting warm headbands for women in transition. It’s also been in the form of an unexpected invitation for breakfast with friends and their dog, Waffles, on Christmas morning, and a visit from a new friend who dropped by to deliver a Christmas card and give me a hug because he knew I was feeling low.

This is the first year in a very long time that I haven’t had at least one new release. I haven’t felt like writing. Ideas came, then disappeared as not workable, or I simply lost interest. Call it writer’s block, burnout, whatever. I’ve spent 2016 reading and re-reading partially written stories that have stalled, hopefully just temporarily, and reissuing my backlist. I still have a few books left to reissue, but I’m working on a new idea for a new series that I’m finally excited about. So, fingers crossed, the first book in Stories From The Fountain will be out sometime in 2017. Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and I hope 2017 will be a good year for us all.

Christiane France

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