Wednesday, January 17, 2018

MidWeekTease - 17 January 2018 - Getting Real

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.


Getting Real
By Christiane France
Available at iTunes, Barnes & Noble, Kobo
https://www.amazon.com/Getting-Real-Christiane-France-ebook/dp/B06WVNKLZY/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

Blurb:


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.

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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, January 13, 2018

WeWriWa - 13 January 2018 - Without A Clue

13 January 2018

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 another snippet from Without A Clue. A romantic mystery/suspense set in the City of Light and Love--Paris, France.



Without A Clue
By Chris Grover
https://www.amazon.ca/Without-Clue-Chris-Grover-ebook/dp/B076635N3Q/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1515269134&sr=1-1&keywords=Without+A+Clue+by+Chris+Grover
Also available at Apple iTunes, Kobo, Barnes & Noble

https://www.books2read.com/u/boYak1

List Price: $3.99
          As they continued on along the street, Luc casually slipped an arm around Paula’s waist. The unexpected move confused her, but she was careful not to react. He was an attractive man, and she liked him, but there was nothing remotely personal their relationship.
          Maybe he felt sorry for her. He had to know she was disappointed with his reaction to the postcards and this was his way of softening the blow. She smiled inwardly. Then again, Luc was French, and this was Paris. Maybe the warm night had put him in a romantic mood.
          A tiny frisson of excitement made her shiver with anticipation.
          “How about a nightcap?”
         
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Blurb:

Nine months ago, within hours of purchasing a valuable antiquarian diary for their grandfather, Paula Sinclair's brother, Eric, was killed by a car bomb and the diary disappeared.

Private investigator, Luc Dupré, along with the police, insist the diary was destroyed in the explosion. Paula isn't convinced. No trace of either the diary or Eric's briefcase was found in the rubble, and she takes it to mean the diary was stolen. The diary wasn't insured and with the bank still owed half a million dollars, Paula cannot sit idly by and watch her beloved grandfather forced into bankruptcy.


Following a mysterious phone call and a series of cryptic postcards, Paula returns to Paris to hear a rumor that the diary is being offered for sale by secret auction. She also finds out that the diary once belonged to Luc's family. When her relationship with Luc takes a sudden change from business to personal, she's positive he's using her and his job to get it back.
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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, January 10, 2018

MidWeekTease - 10 January 2018 - Getting Real

10 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 an 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.


Getting Real
By Christiane France
Available at iTunes, Barnes & Noble, Kobo
https://www.amazon.com/Getting-Real-Christiane-France-ebook/dp/B06WVNKLZY/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
Blurb:


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:

I could not believe it! Me, Thaddeus Jasper Delaney, Junior, told to grow up. Told to get real and to go out and get a job? Work my butt off, probably for peanuts, when there was no need? Why? To what end? The idea was beyond ridiculous.
I went to my room, slammed the door and stared at the shocked look on my face in the full-length mirror.
My father had more money than God. I asked; he gave. It was a system that had worked to perfection my entire twenty-three years, so why did he want to screw with it now? Why order me to take a job away from some poor sucker who really needed it?
I sat on the edge of the king-sized bed and continued to glare at my reflection.
I’d asked my father all that and more, but had he answered? No! Had he even listened? No way!
According to him, a strong work ethic built moral fiber and character, and was therefore a man’s best and most important asset. Without good character, a man was nothing, at least in his opinion.
He admitted my present lack of gainful employment was partly his fault for indulging me. Nevertheless, he’d thought I’d get tired of partying and find myself a goal in life without his help. Since I hadn’t shown any signs of doing that, he felt it necessary to point out a few things, such as I needed to grow up, get real, and learn how the other half lived, and the sooner I did it the better—his words, not mine.
He’d then demanded the keys to the new car he’d leased for me through his company less than a month ago and informed me my weekly allowance and all my credit cards had been cancelled. I could keep my phone and continue living and eating at home for now, but my friends were no longer welcome. If he didn’t see at least some improvement in my lifestyle over the next four weeks, he’d have to reassess the situation and consider harsher measures. In other words, find a job or else.
Or else what? He’d change all the locks? Hand me a tin cup and bus fare and tell me to find a begging pitch downtown?
He wouldn’t dare.
Or would he?

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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, January 6, 2018

WeWriWa - 6 January 2018 - Without A Clue

6 January 2018

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 snippet from another romantic mystery-suspense, Without A Clue. This book is set in the City of Light and Love--Paris, France.

 I once overheard another author say that when a new idea dropped into her head, she wished it would come complete with all the details. The one and only time this ever happened to me was with Clue. I was in the kitchen, cleaning up after supper and sorting through possible new ideas, when I dropped the tea towel I was using. I bent down to pick it up and, as I straightened, the whole story came with it—the main characters, the means, motive, opportunity, the whole enchilada.


Without A Clue
By Chris Grover
https://www.amazon.ca/Without-Clue-Chris-Grover-ebook/dp/B076635N3Q/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1515269134&sr=1-1&keywords=Without+A+Clue+by+Chris+Grover
Also available at Apple iTunes, Kobo, Barnes & Noble

https://www.books2read.com/u/boYak1

List Price: $3.99
          She spread the four cards out on the metal table, face up. Then, as she slowly turned each one over to reveal the message on the back, Luc leaned forward for a closer look.
          “What are these?” He frowned as selected one of the cards at random. “Paris au mois de septembre,” he said, reading the message aloud. He put the card down and checked each of the others in turn. “The picture is the same on each card. The writing is the same, they’re all addressed to you and they all say Paris in September.” His frowned deepened. “Where did you get them? Is it a joke of some kind? An advertisement, perhaps?”
         
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Blurb:

Nine months ago, within hours of purchasing a valuable antiquarian diary for their grandfather, Paula Sinclair's brother, Eric, was killed by a car bomb and the diary disappeared.

Private investigator, Luc Dupré, along with the police, insist the diary was destroyed in the explosion. Paula isn't convinced. No trace of either the diary or Eric's briefcase was found in the rubble, and she takes it to mean the diary was stolen. The diary wasn't insured and with the bank still owed half a million dollars, Paula cannot sit idly by and watch her beloved grandfather forced into bankruptcy.


Following a mysterious phone call and a series of cryptic postcards, Paula returns to Paris to hear a rumor that the diary is being offered for sale by secret auction. She also finds out that the diary once belonged to Luc's family. When her relationship with Luc takes a sudden change from business to personal, she's positive he's using her and his job to get it back.
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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, January 3, 2018

MidWeekTease - 3 January 2018 - Chance Encounter (9)

3 January 2018:
Happy New Year everyone. I hope you all made it safely across the bridge from 2017 into 2018. For me, it was quiet. I watched the countdown on TV from Niagara Falls, then went to bed.
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 a final excerpt from Chance Encounter, a contemporary m/m romance about three missing teenagers and the reunion of former lovers. Next week… I haven’t quite decided whether it will be something angsty or something really sweet.


Chance Encounter
by
Christiane France
Available at iTunes, Barnes & Noble, Kobo - https://www.books2read.com/u/mYjwd4
https://www.amazon.com/Chance-Encounter-Christiane-France-ebook/dp/B06XF5KGBT/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

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 drifted apart.
Ten years later, they meet again by chance. Jase is a private investigator, desperate to find his kid brother (Donny) 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:

The room right before the one where Jase said the pair were was empty, so Matt hustled Jase inside. The rooms were divided with flimsy hardboard partitions and, while it was possible to hear the guys talking in the next room, it was difficult to make out the words. To overcome that, Matt stepped back into the hallway, checked to make sure no one was coming and then pressed his ear against the crack.
“…gotta be careful…bouncers…kick the shit…call the cops…”
“…dad’ll kill me…what…”
“…way out…s’okay…follow—”
The voices came suddenly closer. Matt slipped back into the room where Jase was waiting, careful to leave the door open just far enough to see what happened next.
“From what I can make out,” he whispered to Jase, “the old guy has the kid scared sick the bouncers have called the cops. The kid’s terrified, naturally, but the old man said he can get him out.”
Just then, the door to the next room opened. Matt peeked out, just in time to catch the two guys hurrying away, but not back toward the bar. They were going in the other direction toward the storage cupboard located beyond the last room.
“This is it…looks like they’re on their way,” he said urgently, feeling the familiar surge of excitement that happened whenever he was close to solving a case. “I’ll follow; you go get your car and keep a look out on that spot at the end of the fence. If they come through, try and watch where they go.”
Matt gave the two guys a little head start before attempting to follow them. He heard the cupboard door click shut, footsteps descending, then the click of the second door closing.
Keeping a hand on the flashlight in his pocket in case he needed it, Matt took a deep breath, opened the first door, and went down the steps. At the bottom, he held his breath and silently opened the second door, thankful he wore sneakers rather than regular shoes. He felt his heart thumping against his ribs and he could hear the sound of his own breathing, but he kept going. Once inside the basement, he could tell by the wavering light ahead that the two were almost to the opening. He tried to hurry, using his hands to guide him through the stacks of junk and praying he wouldn’t dislodge something and give himself away.
Although ninety-nine percent sure the old guy was everything he suspected him of being, what if he was wrong? What if the man turned out to be nothing more than a—
As the pair ahead of him reached the opening, suddenly all hell broke loose, and Matt’s doubts immediately disappeared.
The young guy started yelling, the old guy was cursing a blue streak, and the next thing Matt heard was the sound of running feet across the parking lot outside.

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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, December 30, 2017

WeWriWa - 30 December 2017 - Where's Michelle

30 December 2017:

A Happy New Year to all my fellow authors/bloggers, and to our readers as well. I hope 2018 will be healthy, prosperous, and everything you hope for and more.
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 final snippet from my romantic mystery-suspense, 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



          The dagger was displayed in a red velvet-lined box, and there was an indentation where its mate had once rested. The hilt was elaborately carved with an enameled coat of arms, and she knew she'd seen one like it before. Maybe on TV, or in a museum. She enjoyed historical movies and browsing around antique stores. It was obviously one of a pair, so perhaps—
          A cold shiver prickled her skin, and she felt a sudden rush of unbridled fear. Of course she'd seen it before! Its twin was buried in the dead man's back at the cottage up the hill.
          And the dagger hadn't walked up there by itself. The people who owned this house were away, and the only person left...was the old man?
         
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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/ 

2017 in review

The best and the worst of 2017…

When I look back, a lot happened during 2017. Some of it good, some of it not so good.



This year my eldest kitty (he’s the black one), Toby Diamond, turned 15. After suffering vertigo back in September of 2015, he’s still a bit unsteady on his feet and loses his balance if he turns corners too sharply. But he’s not one to give up or give in. My motto has always been Onward & Upward and it’s his as well. It took two years before he could again jump back and forth from the sofa to the coffee table. And now that he can, he does it all the time.

The younger one, Domino, celebrated his tenth birthday with a makeover—his trip to the vet to have four teeth extracted also included a free mani-pedi and grooming. Did I mention his doctor just loves kitties? Apparently, Dom likes him, too. I’ve had to take him back twice since then—once for ulcers under his upper lip and more recently for an ulcer in his right eye which I’m glad to say I caught in the very earliest stage. He didn’t much care for all the meds, but at least they worked and he’s just about back to normal.

The loss of All Romance eBooks was a huge blow to both authors and publishers alike. I’d hoped to see a replacement, but with so many complaints about poor sales I won’t hold my breath.

On the good side, I’ve joined a couple of blog hops: Weekend Writing Warriors at http://www.wewriwa.com/ and MidWeekTease at http://midweektease.blogspot.ca/. Both of which are great places to discover new authors and new books. In October I finally got the last of my back list reissued which was also good. Or so I thought until I received news of the impending closure of Loose Id LLC. This means I’ll have 4 more orphans to rehome when I receive the reversal of my rights in June 2018.

I have a bunch of works in progress, and I’d hoped to finish and release something new this year: the first in a new m/m gay series, Stories from The Fountain, and another book in the Amethyst Cove series. But for various reasons none of that happened. I could probably come up with a dozen different excuses as to why. Such as the strange up and down weather we had for most of 2017, or the fact that last Christmas I was given two industrial-size garbage bags of yarn which sent my creative urges in a whole different direction. I solved most of my Christmas list by crocheting afghans as gifts for friends, and I also knitted a bunch of scarves and headbands for the residents at the local YWCA.

2017 may not have been my best year, but it was far from the worst. 

Happy New Year! 

Christiane

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/