Saturday, June 24, 2017

WeekendWritingWarriors - June 24, 2017 - The Escort

24 June 2017:



I write LGBT, MTS, PA, and RO, and for this week’s edition of the WeekendWritingWarriors blog hop -  www.wewriwa.com - I have several sentences from my contemporary gay (m/m) romance, The Escort.



The Escort
By Christiane France & KC Kendricks
Also available at Apple iTunes, Barnes & Noble and Kobo

https://www.books2read.com/u/bP12ql


This book is currently available at the special promotional price of $0.99


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.”

^ ^ ^

About the book… 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.

^ ^ ^
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, 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.”

^ ^ ^
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?”

^ ^ ^

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.

^ ^ ^

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
http://www.facebook.com/chris.grover.71
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
http://www.facebook.com/chris.grover.71
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/


Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Cover Reveal


             



Author KC Kendricks and I have worked together on two very different projects—The Escort and The Ghost at the B&B. We’ve each taken one as our own, and both projects are now ready to be published. If all goes well, they’ll both be available shortly at the usual outlets, including Kindle, Kobo, Apple iTunes, Barnes  & Noble et al.

The Escort is a peek into the adventures of a male escort and takes place in New York State. While The Ghost at the B&B is a murder mystery set just outside Williamsburg, Virginia. An area with which KC is very familiar.


I should add that KC designed the covers which are not only gorgeous, they suit the stories to perfection.

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

Friday, April 21, 2017

MySexySaturday - April 22, 2017 - STILL MISSING


April 22, 2017: 

For this week’s edition of MySexySaturday http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.ca/ I have seven paragraphs from STILL MISSING. A contemporary m/m romance and the third book in the Amethyst Cove mystery series.

 
STILL MISSING
By Christiane France

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XFLD472

Blurb:

Ever since Greg Stewartson, ex-cop, private investigator, and half-owner of Amethyst Cove Security & Investigations, first met Ash Tyler, a handsome and very attractive nurse, he’s been trying to find Ash’s biological family—the one Ash says he had before he was taken into care and adopted by the Tylers more than twenty years ago. Greg and Ash are now a couple, but Greg’s leads have all turned into dead ends, so Ash told him to let it go.  

Then one night a half-drowned man is brought into the urgent care clinic where Ash works. He says he’s looking for Jack Smith, the man Ash knew as grandpa. Suddenly Greg is up to his ears in new information and new leads. Will he finally get Ash the answers he so desperately wants or is he being conned by a pair of clever hustlers determined to conceal the truth?

^ ^ ^

I chuckled at the way he managed to slide his body off the lounger without disturbing the cats more than absolutely necessary.
          “I see the boys already have you well trained.”
          “Trained? Me?” He shook his head. “No way. I was just trying to be considerate and not spoil their sleep.”
          “Right.” I wrapped my arms around Ash and gave him a hug. “They’re so good at what they do, you don’t even know they’ve done it. Now, scoot. I’m starving.” With that, I turned him toward the house and gave him a smack on the butt as incentive.
          He took a couple of steps, wiggled his ass and shot me a provocative look over his shoulder. “Before I change I need to wash off the sunblock. Sure you wouldn’t like to join me in the shower? Maybe wash my back, massage my shoulders a little…hmm? What do you say?”
          “No. Now, go.”
          “No?”

^ ^ ^

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/ 

 

 

 

Saturday, April 15, 2017

MySexySaturday - April 15, 2017 - DOUBLE DELICIOUS


April 15, 2017: 

For this week’s edition of MySexySaturday http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.ca/ I have seven paragraphs in keeping with this week’s theme of Sexy To The Rescue from DOUBLE DELICIOUS. A contemporary m/m/f menage romance that was the No.2 bestseller at AllRomance a few years back.

 


DOUBLE DELICIOUS
By Christiane France

Blurb:
Suzie Nield has been fantasizing about Matt Porter and Mike Hanes for weeks, ever since moving into the house across the street from the handsome duo. Unbeknownst to Suzie, however, Matt and Mike have being doing the same thing regarding her...
Yet except for the occasional smile or wave in passing, the trio never does more than fantasize. In fact, Suzie is fast coming to the conclusion the men are either painfully shy, which she seriously doubts, or that the pleasure-seeking playboys, as one of the other neighbors describes them, are the kind of men who are more interested in picking up babes and putting notches on their bedposts than they are in developing adult relationships.
But on Friday the 13th, fantasy becomes reality, and Suzie finally gets to know Mike and Matt. This will be the day she loses everything important in her life, and the day the sexy duo asks her to be the one thing that is missing in theirs...
^ ^ ^
“Not necessarily,” Matt chimed in. “We have a spare room you’re more than welcome to use for as long as you want. Right, Mike?”
Mike nodded. “Right. Just grab whatever you need and put anything you don’t want to lose inside the house, then come on over. We’ll leave the side door open, so don’t bother knocking.”
“But I can’t…” Suzie’s vision suddenly blurred. She’d had one hellacious day. She’d lost everything she loved and cared about—everything that was important to her—including the use of her house. And now here were two total strangers offering her a temporary home, no questions asked.
Mike sat down beside her on the step and put his arm around her shoulders. “No, buts and no tears. Want me to help you pack?”
“No, it’s okay. I can manage,” Suzie said in a strained voice. “But I can’t dump on you like this. You don’t need a stranger invading your privacy.”
“You’re not a stranger, you’re a neighbor, and neighbors are supposed to help one another in an emergency,” Matt said, sitting down on Suzie’s other side and joining in the group hug. “I’m Matthew Porter, and the guy on your other side is my longtime buddy and business partner, Michael Hanes. Your name’s Suzie, and you do the noontime show at Radio Woodland, right?”
Suzie sighed. “Yes and no. My name’s Suzie, but I no longer work at the radio station. However, that’s a whole other story.”
^ ^ ^
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, 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.
^ ^ ^
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
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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/