Sunday, January 13, 2019



New series:



Working The Dream
https://www.amazon.ca/Working-Dream-Stories-Fountain-Book-ebook/dp/B07KXR2GR3/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1547400513&sr=8-1&keywords=Working+The+Dream+by+Christiane+France

Michael Shaw has big dreams. He dreams the king-size crush he has on his boss, Erik Harris, will turn out to be more than a bad case of wishful thinking. He also dreams of earning enough to start a business of his own and become as successful as his father. But the store where Michael currently works is in financial trouble and with his job in jeopardy, it’s time to exchange those dreams for reality. Once the store closes it’s unlikely he’ll ever see Erik again. As for having his own business… That depends on him first finding another job in a town where employment opportunities are few and far between.

Erik doesn’t have time for dreaming. A visit to the store by two suspicious-looking strangers confirms his belief the store owner is in debt to the wrong people. The kind who’ll stop at nothing to exact repayment. With no idea as to the owner’s current whereabouts and Michael and himself directly in harm’s way, he realizes they need to disappear temporarily. A decision that forces Erik to face the one dream he’s spent a ton of sleepless nights trying to ignore.

Chapter 1

Bored, fed-up and frustrated described my mood to perfection. Mid-afternoon on what should have been our busiest day of the week, and Luigi’s Gentlemen’s Fine Apparel was deserted. I’d only taken the job to earn what I needed to realize a long-held dream, but at the rate business was going downhill I couldn’t see it lasting long enough for that to happen.
I shifted my weight from one foot to the other and back again. The same thing I’d been doing over and over for the last hour or more.
A few short weeks ago, we were so busy we’d barely had time to breathe, but those days were long gone. Staff had been reduced to the bare minimum, and we’d had exactly two customers since the store opened at nine-thirty.
I was bored from standing around, doing nothing but staring at the walls and counting the seconds. And fed-up with listening to Benny Milano, Luigi’s current owner and the great-grandson of the store’s founder, keep saying everything was fine and there was nothing to worry about.
Fine? Not to me it wasn’t. In fact things had reached the point where I was having a hard time believing anything that came out of Benny’s mouth.
The cause of the problem was the recent and much needed revitalization of downtown that had redirected our customers’ interest to the new stores that were springing up like weeds in Fountain Square. I doubted the customers would be back and said so. Benny disagreed. He insisted they most certainly would return since our current situation was no more than temporary. He wasn’t about to close up and go out of business, and he hadn’t been sleeping. He had plans which included various options he needed time to consider. If we could just be patient, in due time all would be revealed.
If what Benny said was all true, something solid in the way of details to back it up would have been nice. That hadn’t happened. He’d not given even the tiniest hint as to the nature of his future plans. I didn’t know if he actually had any or if he was stringing us along while he figured out what he hoped would be a workable solution, and it was driving me nuts.
I glanced around the immediate area on the off-chance there was something that needed taking care of. Something I’d missed that would help what was left of the afternoon pass a little faster. If there was, I failed to see it. The pristine glass counters I’d already cleaned at least twice, once before lunch and once after. I took a deep breath and released it slowly as I rechecked the carefully organized racks of suits and outerwear, the shelves containing every type of shirt from business to casual to formal, the displays of ties, socks and sweaters, and lastly the highly-polished dark wood floor. But everything was exactly the same as the last time I’d looked. Nothing out of place and not a speck of dust in sight. There was nothing for me to do but breathe, try to stay awake, and wish the hands on the old-fashioned clock above the cash register would move a little faster.
As for my frustration… That was a whole different ballgame. I swallowed a sigh and looked across the store to where the one other remaining employee, Erik Harris, continued to arrange and re-arrange the same new merchandise over and over on the main display unit. First, he placed the pale blue cashmere sweaters on the bottom shelf, the mid-blue in the middle, and the navy at the top. Then he reversed the order with navy at the bottom. A moment later, he’d changed it all again and put navy in the middle.
I knew he was simply trying to look busy in the unlikely event a customer showed up, but the constant fiddling with perfection made me want to yell at him to stop. Except Erik was more than just another employee. He could turn me on with a single look, and I wanted him in a way that bordered on obsession. If he was aware of my interest, he’d made no sign, and no way was I about to make a move on him. Erik was also the store manager, my supervisor, and in total charge of all things Luigi whenever Benny, who hadn’t shown his face in days, was absent.
Irritated with the constant repetition of watching Erik open, fold, unfold and refold, I switched gears and concentrated on the man rather than on what he was doing. His perfectly styled dark hair, handsome good looks and nicely toned body made for great eye candy. And spending a little time admiring the man’s physical attributes was definitely better than trying to look busy or just staring into space.
I let my gaze travel slowly downward from Erik’s head to his feet. Then, as I made the return journey, I tried to imagine him in something more casual than the pale grey suit, black shirt, and discreetly patterned tie all store employees were required to wear. Something really cool to show off those six-pack abs. Such as a pair of ripped jeans hanging low on his hips and nothing on his feet.
The thought filled my mind with a flood of images, followed by a sudden surge of need that turned my knees to water. I gripped the edge of the counter, hard, took a deep breath, and went back to staring at the walls.
A guy who used to work here told me that before coming to Luigi’s, Erik had worked as a fashion model in New York, and I could so easily imagine him doing that. Strolling down a runway or adorning the cover of one of those glossy magazines. What I could not imagine was why he’d exchange that kind of glamorous life for a small town like Barton Bay and a low-paying, run-of-the-mill job managing a menswear store.
Erik was a few years older than me and way out of my league, but I liked older men. I liked the confidence that suggested experience way beyond my own. Erik had that in spades, along with the body, the looks and charm to spare. In other words, the man was smoking hot. The customers loved him, and if his social life was anything to go by, he got more action in a week than any one person had a right to. He literally had the world by the balls. And, yes, you bet I was jealous.
If he showed me even the tiniest scrap of interest, I’d be over the moon. But no. The most I ever got from Erik was Mikey fetch me this or Mikey do that like I was his fucking dog. I swallowed my frustration as I turned away, took out my cell and checked the time.
When I was hired, Luigi’s was the number one go-to store in Barton Bay for any man who cared about his appearance. Everyone, from the young business professional looking to impress to the older, establishment types who wouldn’t be caught dead in anything that wasn’t custom tailored, did their shopping at Luigi’s. Back then, there had been six fulltime sales’ assistants, a couple of tailors who worked on the premises, and two or three student part-timers who came in on weekends. We hadn’t had time to be bored.
Then the city fathers’ plan to revitalize the center of town most everyone thought had long since died was finally approved and overnight everything changed. The first step had been to revamp Fountain Square by making it more user-friendly with pedestrian walkways, seating areas, and flower beds. Once that was finished, it wasn’t long before new stores and restaurants began taking over the empty buildings bordering the square and suddenly downtown was back in fashion.
Luigi’s location wasn’t that far from the Square. A five-minute walk max. But in a few short weeks, sales were down to a trickle and the writing was on the wall for anyone who wanted to read it. The only reason I was still here was because I’d been unable to find anything else. There was barely enough business coming in to keep even one of us busy, so I figured that must be Erik’s excuse as well.
If it were my store, I’d be worried sick. Benny had admitted the city’s sudden turn around took him by surprise, but he didn’t appear to be particularly concerned. Apart from constantly reassuring us our jobs were safe and his options were taking longer to consider than expected, he behaved as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
I’d hoped Erik would know what these vague options were, but he said no, Benny hadn’t discussed them with him. Neither one of us had the slightest idea what was going on and the way Benny kept repeating “this is only temporary” every time he showed his face was getting old. I needed more than vague promises and the growing suspicion I was being played. If our employment was as secure as Benny wanted us to believe, the least he could do was offer us a little insight as to his plans. Preferably while he still had a few customers left.
Maybe he thought there was no urgency, that he could find somewhere to relocate and play catch-up later whenever it suited him. If he did, he was in for a surprise. Going by what I’d heard via the grapevine, anyone who hadn’t planned ahead and snapped up space in one of the buildings bordering Fountain Square was well and truly out of luck.
A movement to my left caught my attention. Erik had finished fussing with the sweaters and was now heading my way with a stack of boxes.
The topmost box started to slip sideways. I stepped forward to save it as Erik tried to do the same, but before I could reach him, he tripped and lost control of the entire stack. The boxes went every which way, strewing their contents across the floor. As he hurtled toward me, I put out my arms and stood firm, barely managing to save him from crashing head-first into one of the glass counters.
“Jeeezus!”
I didn’t know if it was me who said it or Erik. The shock of having Erik in my arms, feeling his heat and smelling his scent was too much for me to just shake off. My vision blurred and I swallowed hard. I couldn’t even move a muscle. For one brief moment, I was frozen to the spot as I dared to dream, unable to control the surge of need that ripped through my body and set my pulse to pounding before landing right on target.
My feelings were in desperate need of an outlet, and I could tell Erik wasn’t as immune to my charms as I’d thought. It wasn’t his knee I could feel pushing against the lower part of my body. and I wanted to take things to the next logical step. I wanted to bend him over the counter and—

Cool mysteries and hot romance -
https://www.amazon.com/author/christianefrance
http://www.facebook.com/chris.grover.71
http://twitter.com/chrisgrover2
http://christianefrance.blogspot.ca/
https://www.bookbub.com/authors/christiane-france



Saturday, September 29, 2018

WeWriWa - 29 September 2018 - Without A Clue


29 September 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 the 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 what will probably be the final snippet from Without A Clue. A romantic mystery/ suspense set in the City of Light and Love--Paris, France. This snippet continues on from last week as Paula and Philippe continue to discuss the situation concerning the sale of the diary. Enjoy!



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
          “This may surprise you, bearing in mind my grandfather's involvement, but I know nothing about the diary. Grandfather wouldn't even tell me who wrote it.”
          De Valois smiled and nodded. “That does not surprise me. When the diary's existence first became public knowledge some fifty years ago, there was considerable discussion as to its origins. The original set of so-called experts that was hired agreed the diary had been written in the early part of the eighteenth century, but dismissed it as the unimportant scribbling of a child from a wealthy family. The then owner was not satisfied with their findings and arranged for a more extensive examination by people he was told were better qualified. After several months of deliberation, this second set of experts finally reached a unanimous and startling conclusion—a conclusion that has resulted in the diary's present enormous value.”
          “They figured out who wrote it?”
         

^ ^ ^
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.
^ ^ ^

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 -
https://www.amazon.com/author/christianefrance
https://www.facebook.com/chris.grover.71
http://twitter.com/chrisgrover2
http://christianefrance.blogspot.ca/
https://www.bookbub.com/authors/christiane-france https://www.books2read.com/ap/8ZwPYx/

Wednesday, September 26, 2018

MidWeekTease - 26 September 2018 - And The Cat Came Back


26 September 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 And The Cat Came Back, a contemporary gay romance. The story stars Foofuss, a very manipulative, matchmaking cat who’ll stop at nothing to fix what he’s decided needs fixing. This week’s excerpt continues on from last week’s as Seth and his business partner, Ben, continue their conversation about the ghost, Grant and the cat. Enjoy!



And The Cat Came Back
By Christiane France
https://www.amazon.com/Cat-Came-Back-Christiane-France-ebook/dp/B06WWFPK5W/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

Blurb:

Home renovator Seth Lawley is ready to settle down if the right man comes along, but he’s cautious. He believes he who hesitates saves himself a whole lot of heartbreak.

Grant Kenyon, on the other hand, is ready to take a chance. He figures anyone who hesitates when it comes to grabbing what he wants from life risks losing out.

Foofuss, Grant’s bossy, matchmaking Persian cat, has decided his master needs company and Seth is it...that’s if he can figure out the perfect plan to bring the two of them together. 
Excerpt:

He (Ben) grinned and poked me in the ribs. “I didn’t even know Maria’s name the first time I kissed her. But I knew right away she was the one.”

“I know.” I rolled my eyes. “We all heard the clunk that echoed around the world the moment your eyes met.”

“Jealous?” he asked, his dark eyes dancing with mischief.

“No.” For some reason, Ben’s question made me feel a little defensive. “Why should I be jealous? I’ll find someone one of these days.”

“Maybe that day is closer than you think.”

“Meaning?” I held my breath, waiting for the other shoe to fall.

“The cat came back.”

“He did? When?”

“Just a few minutes before you got here.” He gave me a push toward the house. “Poor little guy was crying his heart out like he was hungry. I gave him some of that kibble you bought. If he’s finished eating, maybe you should take him home and see if his papa is willing to play ghost-busters with you tonight.”

Ben was a dog person, not a cat person. “What’s with you and this sudden pro-cat thing, huh? You trying your hand at matchmaking?”

Ben shrugged and gave me his best butter-wouldn’t-melt look. “Me? Wouldn’t dream of it. Who you hook up with is your business. But…” He averted his face by moving over to the next flowerbed and ripping out the dead foliage. “I wouldn’t put anything past that cat, so I’d watch your back if I were you. He’s up to something wicked, I just know.”

^ ^ ^

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 -
https://www.amazon.com/author/christianefrance
https://www.facebook.com/chris.grover.71
http://twitter.com/chrisgrover2
https://christianefrance.blogspot.ca/
https://www.bookbub.com/authors/christiane-france
https://www.books2read.com/ap/8ZwPYx/




Saturday, September 22, 2018

WeWriWa - 22 September 2018 - Without A Clue


22 September 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 the 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. This snippet continues on from last week as Paula and Philippe continue to discuss the situation concerning the sale of the diary. Enjoy!




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
          De Valois' smile was a trifle condescending. “What I suspect is that the current owner is taking advantage of the situation by indulging in childish games. Probably because he or she is an amateur with no real knowledge of how a transaction such as this is conducted. Whatever advice they were given, and they must have received some to get this far, was either inadequate or is being been ignored.”
          “Then how can we be sure it will happen on one of those dates?”
          “We can't. But if it doesn't, the seller could find his position reversed. And no matter how inexperienced he is, I am sure he is aware of that. Several collectors of eighteenth century memorabilia and their representatives have been arriving in Paris over the last few days. Presumably the diary has brought them here because I know of no other reason for such a gathering.         

^ ^ ^

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.
^ ^ ^

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 -
https://www.amazon.com/author/christianefrance
https://www.facebook.com/chris.grover.71
http://twitter.com/chrisgrover2
http://christianefrance.blogspot.ca/
https://www.bookbub.com/authors/christiane-france https://www.books2read.com/ap/8ZwPYx/

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

MidWeekTease - 19 September 2018 - And The Cat Came Back


19 September 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 And The Cat Came Back, a contemporary gay romance. This story stars Foofuss, a very manipulative, matchmaking cat who’ll stop at nothing to fix what he’s decided needs fixing. In this week’s excerpt Seth and his business partner, Ben, talk about the ghost and the problems it’s likely to cause no matter if it’s real or fake. Enjoy!


And The Cat Came Back
By Christiane France
https://www.amazon.com/Cat-Came-Back-Christiane-France-ebook/dp/B06WWFPK5W/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

Blurb:

Home renovator Seth Lawley is ready to settle down if the right man comes along, but he’s cautious. He believes he who hesitates saves himself a whole lot of heartbreak.

Grant Kenyon, on the other hand, is ready to take a chance. He figures anyone who hesitates when it comes to grabbing what he wants from life risks losing out.

Foofuss, Grant’s bossy, matchmaking Persian cat, has decided his master needs company and Seth is it...that’s if he can figure out the perfect plan to bring the two of them together.
Excerpt:

“It’s not them this asshole needs to convince, though, is it?” Ben sighed again. “If they up the pressure with this ghost thing and word gets out, we’ll have every nutcase for miles around crawling all over the place, breaking windows and doing God only knows what. By the time they’re finished, we’ll be lucky if we can give the place away.” He pulled out the last few dead plants from the flowerbed, his jerky movements evidence of his annoyance as he shoved them into a black plastic garbage bag and got to his feet. “Except I won’t allow it to happen. You have my personal guarantee on that. I don’t give in to intimidation, regardless of who’s dishing it out. We have to shut the bastard down, and do it fast. Agreed?”
I hadn’t thought about the ghost attracting sightseers, but I knew it would if word about it spread. “Absolutely. And the sooner the better.”
Ben walked across the few feet to where he’d parked his truck in the driveway and threw the bag of debris in back. “Does anyone have any idea how it’s being done?”
“Not until Grant and I got to talking last night. He mentioned seeing an SUV with tinted windows that only comes after dark and parks at different spots along the street.”
“Oh, really. That’s interesting.” Ben grinned. “You think this idiot is into the same old mirror and flashlight shit you and I used to pull as kids?”
“You have a better idea?”
“No.” Ben reached down, picked up a twig that had missed the garbage bag and threw it into his truck. “For one thing, it works like a charm. Folks may say they don’t believe in ghosts, but if it’s done right, it doesn’t just scare the hell out of them, it makes ’em stop and think, what if?”
“You figure that’s what happened with the girl in the store?”
“Who knows?” Ben shrugged. “Could be, I guess. But whoever’s doing it seems pretty determined, and we have to convince them otherwise. We have to catch ’em red-handed and kick their butts.”
I smiled. “Right. But first, we take a picture of the SUV’s license plate and whoever’s inside, if possible. Then we kick their butts.”
“Deal.” Ben chuckled, gave me a high five, then immediately sobered. “But I guess it means we have to sit in a dark house all night, freezing our asses off. No heat, no TV, no warm bed.”
“And no Maria?”
He laughed and kicked the corner of the flowerbed with the toe of his boot. “That’s the worst part.”
I threw my arm around his shoulders and gave him a hug. “It’s okay. You stay home with Maria, and I’ll take care of business.”
“You sure?”
“Quite sure.”
“Just because their methods seem amateur, it doesn’t mean they are,” Ben warned. “People with money on their mind can be dangerous.”
“So I’ll be extra careful. Okay?”
“Make sure you are.” He hesitated for a moment, then smiled. “You gonna get that Grant guy to help?”
“I hadn’t thought about it.”
“Maybe you should. You really like him, right?”

^ ^ ^

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 -
https://www.amazon.com/author/christianefrance
https://www.facebook.com/chris.grover.71
http://twitter.com/chrisgrover2
https://christianefrance.blogspot.ca/
https://www.bookbub.com/authors/christiane-france
https://www.books2read.com/ap/8ZwPYx/




Saturday, September 15, 2018

WeWriWa - 15 September 2018 - Without A Clue


15 September 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 the 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. This snippet continues on from last week as Paula and Philippe continue to discuss the situation concerning the sale of the diary. Philipp said he’d need to see the diary to be sure it was the same one he gave Paula’s brother.  Enjoy!


  
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
          “Do you know when and where this auction is to take place?”
          “At first, I was told it would be some time in October. Now, I hear it's scheduled for either the ninth or tenth of this month. Apparently the exact date and the location will not be revealed until the very last minute.”
          “That's only a few days away. I wonder why they won’t say where?”
          “I have no idea. It's not only unusual it's very unprofessional. As is the uncertainty about the date.”
          “You think they're having trouble in finding a suitable place to hold it?”
         
^ ^ ^

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.
^ ^ ^

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 -
https://www.amazon.com/author/christianefrance
https://www.facebook.com/chris.grover.71
http://twitter.com/chrisgrover2
http://christianefrance.blogspot.ca/
https://www.bookbub.com/authors/christiane-france https://www.books2read.com/ap/8ZwPYx/

Wednesday, September 12, 2018

MidWeekTease - 12 September 2018 - And The Cat Came Back


12 September 2018:


First, my apologies for being so late in posting today. No real excuse, other than I got caught up in some other things and forgot.

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 And The Cat Came Back, a contemporary gay romance. This story stars Foofuss, a very manipulative, matchmaking cat who’ll stop at nothing to fix what he’s decided needs fixing. This week’s excerpt continues on from the one I posted last week. Enjoy!


And The Cat Came Back
By Christiane France
https://www.amazon.com/Cat-Came-Back-Christiane-France-ebook/dp/B06WWFPK5W/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
Blurb:
Home renovator Seth Lawley is ready to settle down if the right man comes along, but he’s cautious. He believes he who hesitates saves himself a whole lot of heartbreak.

Grant Kenyon, on the other hand, is ready to take a chance. He figures anyone who hesitates when it comes to grabbing what he wants from life risks losing out.

Foofuss, Grant’s bossy, matchmaking Persian cat, has decided his master needs company and Seth is it...that’s if he can figure out the perfect plan to bring the two of them together.

Excerpt:
“About what?” I pretended ignorance as to the real meaning of his words. Instead, I leaned forward and turned the key to start the engine. “If you mean telling you to mind your own business about the ghost, it’s for your own good. See ya.”
I put the truck in drive, stepped on the gas, and left before he had the chance to think up an answer. Jumping into bed with someone was the easy part. Getting out unscathed was a whole other story, especially for someone like me who sees something he wants and thinks with his cock instead of his head. In any event, I had a feeling Grant wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I’ve never had a potential fuck-buddy in reserve before, but the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea. It was even better than having a couple of extra candy bars tucked away at the back of the fridge.
I knew if I left things simmering too long, Grant would begin to think I wasn’t interested and “go off the boil,” as my grandma used to say. I didn’t want that to happen. On the other hand, patience was supposed to be good for everything, and waiting was often fertile ground for inspiration. It might even expand his imagination beyond the shower and massage scenario. I was no fantasy expert, but even I could have dreamed up something a little more romantic than that.
The highway going back into the city was almost traffic-free, so I stepped on the gas and in less than fifteen minutes, I was maneuvering the truck into my regular parking place. After I got out and went through my usual double-check to make sure the doors were locked and the alarm was on, I was still feeling pretty jazzed after the visit with Grant. My emotions were seesawing back and forth like crazy. I wanted to go back and say okay, what the hell, let’s get it on, but I was scared if I moved too fast I’d end up with nothing more than a one-night stand. I needed something to distract me for an hour or two, something that would clear my mind and make me think of anything other than the pair of us— I slammed the door shut before the thought could go any further.
I considered going back to Billy’s for a while. But it felt cold enough for snow—the weather news predicted an early winter, it was late, and I wasn’t in the mood. Tomorrow, Ben and I would be starting work on Sweet Briar, and it would be all systems go to get the job done. I had to put everything else on hold until it was. What I needed was a cold shower, a beer, and then a good night’s sleep. And if Grant happened to invade my dreams, I couldn’t see myself complaining.


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