Saturday, January 17, 2015

New Release - OH, WHAT A KNIGHT



 
OH, WHAT A KNIGHT
By Christiane France


A Peninsula Heights story and part of the KNIGHT MOVES AmberPax

The excerpt below is based on an idea that just dropped into my head one day. I thought it would be intriguing to open a story with the main character literally caught in the middle—the past is behind him and his future a completely blank page.

Blurb:

Following the death of his employer, Harvey St. Onge—a local gay man with a reputation for attracting handsome young men and throwing wild parties at his country estate—Griffin Andrews is literally on the outside looking in. Harv had promised to take care of Griff, but when the lawyer shows up and Griff is paid off and shown the door with the rest of the staff, he figures Harv “forgot” his promise. Now, Griff may be stuck in the country, miles from anywhere with no transportation and no proof of Harv’s promise, but he’s a survivor. So he packs what he can carry and starts walking.

Partway into his journey, however, a handsome motorist stops and offers Griff a lift. Shane Walker says he’s just going as far as Peninsula Heights. But by the time they get there, Griff’s life has done a fast one-eighty. He has a new friend, the promise of a job, and a place to stay. It all sounds too good be true.

Now Griff has to wonder—is Shane really Griff’s proverbial “white knight in shining armor” riding to his rescue, or something else?

Excerpt: 

The steel security gate clicked shut behind me. The good life I’d had was over and here I was, stranded on a stretch of dusty country back road. In spite of all that I wasn’t particularly worried. When one thing ended another turned up. It always did. It might take me a little time and patience to get resettled, but I had both in abundance. What I no longer had was a chauffeur-driven limo at my disposal or enough cash to keep me going for more than a month, six weeks absolute tops. I’d have to rely on my feet to get me to my next destination, or hitch a ride, which in this cruel, uncertain world was something I avoided like the plague. All of which made my first priority finding another job, fast.

I adjusted the straps of my backpack and settled it comfortably in place while I considered my options. A right turn and a five-mile walk would take me to Peninsula Heights. Turn left and about thirty-five miles later I’d reach the steel mills of Hamilton. Two small blue-collar towns that didn’t promise much in the way of lucrative employment opportunities. At least not the kind I had in mind. For those I had to head somewhere a tad more sophisticated and cosmopolitan.

Another forty miles on from Hamilton was Toronto, where I’d met Harvey, my most recent and now late, lamented employer. In the other direction, less than ten miles beyond Peninsula Heights, lay Niagara Falls, tourist mecca and home to a couple of world class casinos.

A fast, two-second internal debate, and I turned right. The Falls was the closest. A week or so checking out the action should get me back on track moneywise and from there I’d figure out my next move. Montreal? New York? L.A.? Or if my luck was really in, maybe a trip to London, Paris or Rome as a change of pace.

Oh, sure. Like that would happen. But right now I needed to think big. And the bigger the better. 

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Friday, January 9, 2015

January 10, 2015 - MySexy Saturday - THIS TIME FOR KEEPS


January 10, 2015:

 

I don’t have anything that actually fits the theme for this week’s MySexySaturday http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.ca/ but I’ve always liked the love that's so apparent between the characters in these seven paragraphs from THIS TIME FOR KEEPS. Josh is deep in a book when Pete unexpectedly shows up.

THIS TIME FOR KEEPS
By Christiane France
http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/1118-This-Time-For-Keeps.aspx




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 would give 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 didn’t love him any more, that 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 loves him, 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.

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A couple of weeks before Christmas, Josh filled a mug with hot apple cider and stretched out in front of a cozy fire of pine logs and scented wood chips to enjoy the new thriller he’d just purchased that afternoon. He’d barely got settled on the sofa when he felt a blast of icy air invade the room. The house was well insulated, the doors and windows all tightly closed, and the drapes drawn to shut out the winter storm that was picking up strength as it roared across the lake. But Josh knew at once what had caused the sudden chill, and it wasn’t the weather.

“Where you been?” he inquired with a smile. “I haven’t seen you in days.”

“Hiding out under the blankets. This house is so damn cold, I’m freezing my ass off.”

“I didn’t know ghosts could feel the difference between hot and cold.”

“Now you do. Do you mind if I wrap myself up in this rug?”

Josh’s smile increased as he watched one end of the sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace lift up, apparently all by itself, and roll itself into a cylinder shape. “If it’ll help, go ahead. But can you make yourself visible, please? I’m not sure I want to watch a rolled-up rug cavorting around the room all by itself.”

“It would not be by itself, and please note I do not cavort,” Pete informed him haughtily. “Anyway, the drapes are all closed. No one would see me.” 

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Don’t forget this is a blog hop. And don’t forget to 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
Latest Release: Rising Damp -
http://www.amberquill.com
Coming January 18, 2015 from Amber Allure: Oh, What A Knight
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http://christianefrance.blogspot.ca/