Sunday, September 27, 2015

New Release - BELIEVING IN DREAMS - contemporary paranormal

By Chris Grover
After dreaming about a big old house made of dark pine logs and an elderly woman standing in the doorway insisting that she hurry, Nicole Hamilton goes to a remote village in Quebec’s Laurentian Mountains two days before Christmas in search of her roots. Although her mom was born in the Province of Quebec, she never talked about it, so Nicole wonders if she has any other family there.

Within minutes of arriving in St-Stephan, Nicole meets Alain Martin, who owns both the house and the hotel where she’ll be staying. She also meets a tabby cat who is both psychic and a whiz at thought transference, and a woman who says she knew Nicole’s mom.

Nicole, who has always believed in dreams, soon figures they were intended to lure her to St-Stephan so she can learn about her mom’s family. But then she has another conversation with the cat and discovers the real reason for the dreams and her visit.


...“Can I help you?”

The question, posed in English in a husky, masculine voice, catches me by surprise. I turn around fast, my heart thumping so hard against my ribs, I feel like I’ve been caught doing something wrong.

The owner of the voice starts down the path toward me, then stops. “I realize the place doesn’t look like much, but it is private property.”

I hadn’t heard the arrival of the expensive-looking black car parked at the curb, and I hadn’t heard the sound of the man’s fancy Italian leather boots on the frozen ground. But there he is, standing less than six feet away, dressed in slim-fitting dark blue jeans and a sheepskin lined coat. A tall, tanned, very handsome stranger whose dark brown hair has been styled to give it an attractive windblown appearance. His eyes are so exactly the same blue as his jeans, I immediately wonder if he’s wearing colored contacts.

“I’m…I’m just looking.”

“That’s fine, but if you’re looking for someone, I should tell you the last person who lived here died about twenty years ago.” The man’s lips twist in a speculative smile as his gaze settles on the luggage I’ve left on the sidewalk. “If you’re looking for somewhere to stay the night, the hotel across the street doesn’t even have one star, never mind five, but I’m afraid it’s the only one we have. It’s old and the plumbing creaks and groans. The good news is it’s reasonably clean and warm, and the food is quite good.”

“That’s what my travel agent said when he made the reservation. About it being the only hotel in town, I mean.”

The man’s smile fades slightly. “You just passing through?”

“Something like that.” I wonder who he is, but decide not to ask. He doesn’t look dangerous—but then dangerous people rarely do. And while his face gives nothing away, there’s something about the man that makes me feel a tiny bit uncomfortable. Like I owe him an explanation for being here. Perhaps he thinks I have plans to break into the house.

Or is he one of those shadow people I’ve heard about? The kind who totally disappear and are sometimes found hiding out in remote places like this?

I notice him glance around the immediate area. “Where’s your car?”

“I don’t have one. They were fresh out of rentals in Mont Tremblant, so I came by taxi.”

“I see. In that case, what are you doing out here, poking around an old house in the freezing cold when you could be enjoying a hot drink by a log fire?”

I let out my breath in what I hope comes across as a nonchalant, woman-of-the-world type sigh, then I give him a small but friendly smile. “Nothing sinister, I assure you. I saw the house, and I was curious. I’ve never seen anything this size made entirely from logs before.”

“You must be either a writer or a journalist.”

“What gives you that idea?”

He lifts a hand and gestures toward the house. “Either someone’s told you the place is haunted and you’re here to research a book, or you’ve been sent to report on the disappearance of yet another small Laurentian village that’s already ninety-nine and three-quarters percent dead.”

“Really? I thought it was unusually quiet even for a small village.”

“It is. And unless something happens to turn things around, it will soon get a whole lot quieter.”

Rather than confirm or deny his assumptions about my occupation, I file them away for possible future use. To pose as either a writer or an investigative journalist would work perfectly should the need arise for me to explain my presence. If I said I was writing a story about a dangerous criminal hiding out in the mountains, it would probably wipe the smile right off his face, but I’m not sure I want to do that. Just in case. Better to play Avoid Awkward Questions for now.

As for the house being haunted… Fragments of The Dream scurry through my mind, and I hesitate. I’m no longer perspiring, I’m shivering, as icy fingers execute a run down my spine. “It’s not really haunted, is it?”

The man lifts his expensively clad shoulders in an expressive shrug. “Who knows? I’ve never seen anything. I don’t believe in ghosts or anything else that goes bump in the night, but I’m afraid some of the people who live here in the village do. No one’s lived here since the last owner died so probably all of them, if the truth be told.”

“Really? And who is supposed to be doing the haunting?”

“According to local legend, it’s old Mrs. Dupont’s ghost. She was the last person to live there.”

Mrs. Dupont?

By sheer force of will, I manage not to let him see my surprise at the mention of the Dupont name. I’d always thought my mom’s name was Maxine James—until the lawyer asked me for a copy of her birth certificate, and I discovered she was born Maxine Dupont in Montreal, Province of Quebec. I don’t know how Mom changed her name, bearing in mind she never married, and at the moment I don’t care. If this Mrs. Dupont is the old woman in my dream, it could mean we’re related...

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Friday, September 18, 2015

MySexySaturday - GETTING REAL

September 19, 2015:

TJ and Cole are both sexy boys, but I’m not sure which one can lay claim to being the sexiest. For this week’s edition of MySexySaturday I have seven paragraphs from GETTING REAL.


By Christiane France

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. And that by being openly gay he won’t cause them public embarrassment the way his father did.

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I’d barely stepped through the door when Cole came out of his room.

“Something I can help you with?” he asked in a frosty voice that gave me the impression I’d already used up my question quota for the day.

“Just wondering about my break and lunch times. Am I supposed to work that out with Maggie or with you guys?”

The nasty look he gave me was no different from some of those he’d directed my way when he worked at Kreber’s. “We hired The Birds to do a job, TJ, not babysit you,” he said, with a cross between a smirk and a sneer. “If you can’t figure out something that simple for yourself, then perhaps Maggie should find someone who can. Trish, I need you to hold my calls for the next hour.”

With that said he went back into his office and slammed the door, leaving Trish, the young woman behind the desk, and me speechless with shock.

“Wow!” I muttered when I found my voice again. “He always like that?”

“No. Never,” the girl whispered, glancing over at his door. “Maybe he’s having a bad day or something. He’s nice with everyone and so patient—even tenants who come marching in here screaming their heads off, demanding the impossible or yelling for blood.”


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Friday, September 11, 2015

MySexySaturday - BAD BOY BLUES

September 12, 2015:

For this week’s edition of MySexySaturday I have seven paragraphs from BAD BOY BLUES—an erotic m/f contemporary.


Bad Boy Blues
by Christiane France


Billy Duval and Sharon Lee Parker were teenage lovers—until Sharon went off to college and Billy’s disregard for the law earned him a four-year sentence in the Federal penitentiary. They haven’t seen one another in more than ten years, but now Sharon’s back home for his sister’s wedding.

She still loves Billy and she knows he loves her, but he’s an ex-con who likes to walk on the wild side. According to rumor, Billy tried to outrun the law in a stolen car as recently as a few months ago, and there’s no way Sharon will give up a good job and a nice safe life for a man like that.


...The moment Sharon stepped into Billy’s arms and they began to move to the music, once again the past ten years disappeared as she remembered other times and other places where they’d slow-danced like this—her parents’ basement family room; Billy’s bedroom, where they’d gone a few times when his parents were out; school dances, and, in particular, their high school prom when Billy and Mark Sayers had gotten themselves drunk and given their teacher, Miss Brown, a glass of soapy water they’d told the poor woman was extra-fizzy ginger ale.

She smiled at the memories, then laid her head on his shoulder, feeling his erection press against her belly as he slid his hands down over her buttocks and pulled her in close.

Sharon knew Billy was as aroused as she was. But somehow they managed to get through one more dance before saying goodnight to Megan and going out to the parking lot in search of Billy’s borrowed car.

“You want to go back to your hotel, or shall we go for a drive?” he asked as he turned on to the street and reached again for her hand. As he continued along the edge of the lake, he pressed her fingers over his rigid cock. “Unless, of course, there’s something else you’d like to do.”

“Not the hotel.” Sharon gritted her teeth and gave him a tight, little grin, wishing she could stay mad at him, but knowing she couldn’t. Billy knew damn well what she wanted to do. She wanted to get laid, by him. She wanted him to rip her clothes off, open her legs and fuck her brains out. She wanted him to make her come and come again until she was too sore to come anymore. She wanted him to take back what had always been his and, if she had her way, always would be. She wanted to smell Billy’s smell on her. She wanted to be Billy’s woman again so badly, she was having trouble holding herself together.

As they drove across town, she pulled down the zipper on his pants and slipped her hand inside, loving the feel of heat and hardness as she ran the tips of her fingers over his shaft and it responded eagerly to her touch. “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere private.”


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Friday, September 4, 2015

BTSeMag - Latest issue

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Wednesday, September 2, 2015

IWSG Blog Hop - 1 September 2015

September 2, 2015

The more things change the more they stay the same, or so the saying goes. When it comes to books, between traditional, e-publishing, and indie, there has never been more choice for the reader or more avenues for the writer. We have new sub-genres reflecting new trends. Some become hugely popular while others vanish almost overnight. It’s hard for anyone to keep up.

In every corner of life change is inevitable and constant. What I wrote a few years ago may no longer sell more than a few copies because readers get bored with the same old thing and want different. As a writer, it feels like I’m always running to catch up. What exactly qualifies as different? An updated and edgier version of the same old thing? A few unexpected twists and turns? A different take on a popular theme? Or is it something that has yet to be written?

          One thing’s for sure, while readers still want a good book, writing for today’s market has become something of a gamble. It takes more than unforgettable characters and a well-written plot or a glowing five-star review to make a book a hit. I have no idea what the secret ingredient is. Maybe a pinch of fairy dust do you think?

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