January 14, 2017
This week’s edition of MySexySaturday http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.ca/ calls for My Sexy Stranger. I have seven paragraphs from MISSING, BUT NOT DEAD. This is a contemporary m/m romance set in California and the second book in my Amethyst Cove mystery series.
MISSING, BUT NOT DEAD
By Christiane France
Available at: Barnes & Noble (Nook), iTunes, and Kobo
When Greg Stewartson, ex-cop, private investigator, and half-owner of Amethyst Cove Security & Investigations, meets Ash Tyler, a handsome and very sexy nurse, their mutual attraction turns Greg’s world upside down. Greg would love to just concentrate on their budding romance. But he also wants to help Ash find his biological family—the one Ash says he had before he was taken into care, adopted and moved from California to Michigan more than twenty years ago. Although if they were Ash’s real family what made them vanish almost as effectively as if they’d never existed in the first place?
“Hey, finally we meet again. I was beginning to think you were a figment of my imagination.”
The voice took me by surprise. I tensed, then turned to see a man my trained eye judged to be in his late twenties standing just a few feet away.
It was almost dark with stretches of empty sand on either side of us and only the Pacific Ocean and the incoming tide as witness. Muggings aren’t something we see much of along this part of the coast, but that’s not to say they never happen. As an ex-cop and now co-owner of Amethyst Cove Security, I take nothing at face value.
I stared at him head on, trapping his gaze. Like me, he was tall with dark hair and dark eyes. Whoever he was, he had a nice, well-toned body and better than average good looks, but he came across as a pretty boy rather than a fighter. If he tried anything stupid, I could take him in one move, no sweat. “We’ve met before?”
“It was quite a while ago. But for some reason your face has stuck in my mind.” He shrugged. “Sorry if I gave you a scare just now. I guess you don’t remember me?”
If we’d met before, maybe at a bar or one of the clubs in town, I didn’t remember. Even so, he reminded me of someone. I couldn’t think who—a face on TV, someone I’d met casually and exchanged a few words with. Whatever! The deep surfer tan, the fashionably short hairstyle, plus the denim cut-offs, flip flops and white muscle shirt made him virtually indistinguishable from the rest of the around-thirty male population here in the Cove. He came across as relaxed and friendly, no sign of the stiff stance and shifty glances of someone about to pounce or the ready to run. “You’re saying we’ve met before? You sure about that?”
His smile was lethal, the kind that engaged his eyes, his mouth, and made for a whole lot of subtle body language I couldn’t ignore. He was hot, no question. Hot enough to make me catch my breath and wonder if he was available. I clamped down on the thought. I was supposed to be working, not cruising.
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