Wednesday, July 26, 2017

MidWeekTease - 26 July 2017 - The Man In The Attic

26 July 2017:

For this week’s edition of the MidWeekTease,, I have an excerpt from The Man In The Attic, a contemporary paranormal m/m gay romance:

The Man In The Attic
By Christiane France
Also available at iTunes, Barnes & Noble Nook, and Kobo
When Matt Jones takes a temporary job as a housekeeper/housesitter in an old three-story Queen Anne Victorian house, he’s worried about patching up a misunderstanding with his new boyfriend. He has no idea he’ll be sharing the premises with a ghost and that within the month his life will drastically change.
Never in Matt’s wildest dreams would he have imagined living with a ghost could be so exciting and rewarding.

... “In other words, you want me to take you back so you can figure something out?” I couldn’t believe I was buying into this ridiculous nonsense. But hey, it was better than watching mindless TV or twiddling my thumbs.
“I’d be most grateful if you would.”
“No problem. What do I have to do? Park my car out front, then you’ll hop in and give me directions to the house?”
“I’m afraid it won’t be quite that easy. The first step will be to get me and the trunk out of this house. It’s a fairly big trunk and you may need help to carry it. Then you’ll have to find a way of putting it back inside Henry’s house.”
I stared at Toby hard. This had to be a joke. It was too crazy to be anything else. But then his image wavered again and I gave in. Whoever he was, the sooner I got him and that damn trunk out of here the better for all concerned.
I swallowed a king-sized sigh. “You’re right. It sounds anything but easy. There’s bound to be someone else living in the house by now, so I can’t knock on the door and pretend it’s a delivery. And I won’t do anything stupid like breaking in. You have any better suggestions?”
He gave me another of his super sad looks. “Sorry, I don’t.”
“What if I take you over there late one night and leave you on the doorstep?”
“That may not work. I think the new owner will have to take the trunk inside.”
“You know this for sure or you’re just guessing?”
“In ghost stories the spirit must forever remain the house where he breathed his last breath.”
“Right. But this is real life not a book. Who’s going to take in a package they know nothing about?” I wondered aloud. “If they have any sense they’ll call the bomb squad and run like hell. Any other brilliant ideas?”
“The garage is attached to the house and there’s a conservatory at the back. In both cases, the doors into the main part of the house will be locked, but if either of the outer ones are open that would work.”
“I may have a better idea.”
“And that is?”
“I have a friend on the police force. Give me the address and a couple of days to scope the place out and talk to my friend. Where’s the trunk?”
“The address is 24 Alder Close, and it’s that old trunk in the first room you checked. Plain varnished wood banded with strips of dark red. Maybe you noticed it?”
“I saw there were several trunks when I looked in there, but I didn’t notice any one in particular. Let me take a look at the house first. I’ll worry about the rest later.”
I headed back in the direction of the stairs and Toby followed along behind.
Just before we reached them, he said, “By the way, I forgot to thank you for last night. It was a total blast. We must do it again sometime soon.”
I turned to face him. “Excuse me?”
“You’ve already forgotten?” He grinned. “Never mind. Perhaps it wasn’t that good after all. I must try to do better next time.”
I had no idea what Toby was talking about. I stared at him for a second, waiting for him to explain. When I realized that wasn’t going to happen, I muttered a quick see ya later and went out through the steel door, which I then closed and locked, just in case. In case of what I wasn’t quite sure. If he was a ghost a locked door wouldn’t keep him in. And if he wasn’t?
I had no answer for that, but halfway down the stairs I remembered my dream. My knees buckled and I grabbed onto the stair rail to stop from falling the rest of the way. The dream had been fantastic, as good if not better than the real thing, but still a dream. No way did Toby have anything to do with it.
Or did he?
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Wednesday, July 19, 2017

MidWeekTease- 19 July 2017 - The Club At Cool Harbor

19 July 2017:

For this week’s edition of the MidWeekTease,, I have an excerpt from The Club At Cool Harbor, a contemporary m/m gay romance:

The Club At Cool Harbor
By Christiane France


A year ago, all private investigator Gabe Muller needed to complete his perfect life was the perfect man. Then he met fellow P.I., Raz Reynolds, the man of his dreams. The attraction was mutual, and they made a date for dinner at Raz’s house. When Gabe arrived, he found Raz on the patio having sex with another man. Although literally caught with his pants down, Raz tried to explain that things weren’t at all the way they looked, but Gabe wasn’t buying it. Hurt and disillusioned, he cut off all contact with Raz.

Recently the security firm for which Gabe works was hired by the owner of Le Club, the new all gay males’ resort at Cool Harbor, to stop the leak of highly sensitive, personal information about members’ leisure-time activities. Posing as a waiter, Gabe arrives to investigate and immediately runs into Raz who is also there undercover. Although Gabe is working for the owner and Raz for one of the club members, their goal is the same. For this reason, Gabe suggests they temporarily put personal differences aside and share information.

For Raz, it’s the perfect opportunity to try to convince Gabe what he thought he saw a year earlier wasn’t at all what it seemed. When Gabe learns the truth, will he believe Raz, forgive him, and give the man another chance? 

...Raz grinned. “It just occurred to me that if the doms at Le Club are masked, they know who they’re flogging or subduing or whatever, but the one on the receiving end may not.”

Gabe frowned. “I thought that kind of thing was an established partnership, not just a one-off. You know, one or more slaves and their regular slave master, in which case, everyone knows everyone else. Of course, I could be wrong.”

“Maybe it’s different at Le Club,” Raz suggested. “You know, like a spa. They come for a few days of R&R and they get to try out all the different disciplines and toys.”

“As in someone hides his identity behind a mask and practices being a dom, then gets in touch with his media buddies and says, ‘Hey, guys, you won’t believe what X likes having done to him, which is great because I really needed to fix that sucker good, and he doesn’t have a clue who I am.’ Somehow, I don’t think that’s too likely.”

“Why not?” Raz looked slightly offended. “You have a problem with that theory? I’m not saying some of them don’t go to the club to find new playmates, indulge in a couple of fantasies, or learn new things because I think that was the original idea behind Le Club—somewhere way off the beaten track where they can be themselves without constantly looking over their shoulders. However, that being said, these are sane, well-educated men we’re talking about here; guys who obviously know their way around the gay scene.

“I just don’t see any of them engaging in what we both know are potentially dangerous, maybe even lethal sex games with complete strangers. At least, not the kind of heavy stuff I was told has been hinted at.” Gabe laughed and ran his hand very slowly down Raz’s flat stomach, stopping a scant inch or two short of his cock. “Sorry, babe. I think you’re really reaching.”

“In that case, why don’t you do the same? Reach a tiny bit lower and put me out of my misery. Please!” Raz’s dark eyes danced with what Gabe suspected were deliciously wicked thoughts, then they slid shut as Raz ran the tip of his tongue around his mouth. “Imagine you’re my slave and you have to obey my every command.”

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Friday, July 14, 2017

What do romance readers really want?

I know, romance reading preferences come and go the same as with everything else. At one time, I couldn't get enough steamy stories set in the Deep South.  Later, I went through a historical readfest, then a paranormal phase, before moving on to vampires and shapeshifters, and right now I mostly buy contemporaries, preferably with a hint of mystery or suspense.

As an author, I mostly write m/m gay contemporary or paranormal and I do like to add a little mystery and/or suspense. But is there an audience for what I write?

Authors want to give readers what they want , so if you read romance, please help by completing the following survey:

Thanks for your help,

Christiane France

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Wednesday, July 12, 2017

MidWeekTease - 12 July 2017 - Strangers In The Night

12 July 2017:

For this week’s edition of the MidWeekTease,, I have an excerpt from Strangers In The Night, a contemporary m/m gay romance:

Strangers In The Night
By Christiane France

After a disastrous affair with a man he met one night on the beach, an affair that ended with the man’s death, Blaine Tyler is scared to take a chance on someone new for fear of repeating his past mistakes. So scared, he gives up on life completely--until the night he meets another stranger, the handsome and charismatic Adrian Rossi--a man to whom he feels an immediate sexual attraction.

Adrian is the complete opposite of Blaine’s previous lover. He’s caring and unselfish, and he’s just as attracted to Blaine as what Blaine is to him. But can Blaine take a chance and allow a complete stranger to help him get past his fears?


Within a couple of seconds, Blaine knew taking off his shirt had been a mistake. And if he had any sense, he’d extricate himself now, before things got out of hand. But Adrian’s clever fingers were like magic, untangling the knots, and relaxing the muscles. By the time he’d finished massaging his shoulders and back, Blaine felt boneless and content, and on the verge of drifting off to sleep.
“Feel better?” Adrian asked as he stepped away and picked up his drink.
Blaine flexed his shoulders. His muscles had loosened up, and he felt great, better than he had in months. Problem was, thanks to Adrian’s magic hands and his own x-rated thoughts, he now had a major erection in his pants. “I feel good. Really good. I’d forgotten what a good massage can accomplish. All I need now is a hot shower, and--”
Adrian grinned and gave him an inquiring look. “Some really hot sex?”
Blaine’s face was on fire. He wasn’t sure if it was the result of drinking the two beers too fast, or if it was a reaction to Adrian’s bluntness. He pressed the cold bottle against his left cheek. “I…umm…I…”
“You don’t need to be embarrassed. From what you’ve said, it sounds to me like the guy was working you like a job and you didn’t even realize what was going on. Now, you’re scared of it happening again. Am I right?”
“Wouldn’t you be scared?”
“I’ve had something similar happen to me. And yes, for a while I was scared of meeting someone and having the same thing happen again. But then I decided being robbed of my dignity was more than enough. I wouldn’t allow what he did to me ruin my life.”
“You think that’s what I’m doing?”
“I know you are. “
“And how do you know that?”
“I’m not made of ice, bro. I feel the chemistry between us just as strongly as you do, maybe even more because I’m not trying to deny it. I felt it the moment I first saw you at the bar, and so did you. Yet you wouldn’t give me more than a fast half-glance. And the reason you wouldn’t really look at me is because you’re scared to admit you’re human. Scared of getting involved again. Scared of getting kicked in the gut again. I knew you didn’t really want to show me Jay’s condo tonight--you were afraid of what might happen, but you were caught in the middle with no way out. Am I right?”
Blaine didn’t answer. Everything Adrian had said was one hundred per cent correct. He was guilty of a whole lot of stuff. It was just too bad he didn’t have whatever it took to admit it all out loud.
“We all make mistakes, errors in judgment, whatever you want to call them,” Adrian continued. “And we all have to get over them the best way we know how. But don’t cheat yourself by judging everyone on the basis of one bad experience.”
“Do you practice what you preach?”
“I try to. It doesn’t always work out, but at least I try.”
Blaine tensed as Adrian moved in behind him again. Then he shivered with barely controlled excitement as Adrian’s lips began to nip and nuzzle his neck. “I want you, and I know you want me. So why don’t we forget everything but the here and the now? It doesn’t have to be for more than this one time. Unless, of course, you want more.”
Once again, Blaine knew everything Adrian said was right. The past was over, done. He needed to forgive and forget, then move on and start enjoying life again. However, he couldn’t just snap his fingers and have things go back to the way they were. He needed time. He drank a little of his beer on the off chance it would give him the strength to resist Adrian’s advances.
Except his sexual frustration was reaching an all time high, and his powers of resistance were about ten points below inadequate. He shifted position on the chair to ease the ache in his groin. His cock was so hard, so loaded, he could barely think straight.
But then Adrian’s hands moved slowly down over his chest and his belly until they reached the hard bump at the juncture of his thighs and paused. He could feel the heat of Adrian’s hands through the thin denim of his jeans. If he moved as much as a millimeter, he’d come. He knew that for sure.
Yes, he wanted Adrian, and yes, he was scared shitless. He’d never been good at casual sex. Probably because he’d never been able to take what he wanted and just blow it off the way some guys could. He always had to get too damn involved. He closed his eyes and sucked in a breath, trying to summon the energy to push the other man away.
“Just breathe,” Adrian murmured. “Just take a breath and let it go, and forget everything else.” His movements slow and unhurried, he unsnapped Blaine’s jeans, slid down the zipper, and slipped a hand inside.

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Wednesday, July 5, 2017

MidWeekTease - 5 July 2017 - Once Upon A Secret

5 July 2017:

For this week’s edition of the MidWeekTease,, I have an excerpt from Once Upon A Secret, a contemporary m/m gay romance:

Once Upon A Secret
By Christiane France

Luke was content to stay in the closet until Travis convinced him to come out.


The last thing Luke Fiorelli wants to do as a member of a close-knit immigrant family living in the Italian neighborhood of a small town, is embarrass or upset them by openly declaring his sexuality. Moving to the big city isn’t an option for a couple of reasons: partly because he owns a successful landscaping business, and partly because his family wouldn’t understand him relocating on what they would interpret as a whim. So, by convincing himself that his strait-laced father would kill him if he ever found out about Luke’s sexuality, and satisfying his needs with the occasional weekend trip out of town, Luke has never had a problem keeping that part of his life a deep, dark secret.
That is, until he meets handsome and openly gay Travis Barrington III. The attraction between the two men is strong and instantaneous, and suddenly Luke is scrambling to invent even more excuses to keep his secret.
Travis, however, knows all about secrets and the harm they can do, but can he convince Luke to accept that and step out into the light?


Luke Fiorelli watched Travis Barrington III across the makeshift desk in the construction site office, fascinated by the movement of the man’s nicely manicured hands as they sifted through the contents of a file. He swallowed hard, desperate to deny the shiver of awareness that heated his blood and sent his thoughts skittering in directions they had no business going.
He’d first met Travis a couple of months ago, at Barrington Properties’ corporate headquarters in downtown Rock Bay. Travis had personally taken delivery of Luke’s last-minute bid to landscape the grounds at what was to be the jewel in the Barrington crown, a new hotel on the coast a few miles north of town. Luke had hoped his bid would be successful, but he’d long ago learned not to expect miracles. Competition was stiff for plum commercial jobs like this and there were dozens of landscaping companies more experienced and better known than Fiorelli Exteriors.
However, in the split second it had taken for that envelope to change hands, something had passed between himself and Travis, and Luke had known for an absolute fact that the job would be his. He couldn’t explain how he’d known; he just had. Maybe it was what the experts labeled a moment, a flash of precognition that sometimes happened, or good old-fashioned e.s.p. Whatever it was, less than a week later, Travis had called to confirm Luke had indeed submitted the winning bid.
It had happened, it was over, but the incident still continued to bother Luke. He didn’t have moments or suffer from ESP. Even so, something must have triggered the sudden feeling of knowing the future, and he didn’t have much to choose from. There had been the initial, brief but all-encompassing eye contact with Travis that made Luke feel as if he’d been swallowed whole. Then the zap of electricity traveling up his arm as their fingers touched when Travis took possession of the package. Then again, maybe it had just been one of those weird, inexplicable things that happen but defy all rational explanation.
Whatever it was, from then on, any time Luke ran into Travis, he started feeling wary and off balance, like he was walking on eggs, or balancing on the edge of a cliff. And it didn’t help in between those times he couldn’t quit thinking about the man or having ridiculous dreams where the two of them were locked together in a passionate embrace.
Travis was handsome, rich, a real player by all accounts, and totally out of Luke’s league. The last person on earth Luke would want to hook up with, yet his fingers itched to touch his skin, to get naked with him. He wanted to run his fingers through the man’s long black hair and kiss his wide mouth. He wanted to taste him and—
Just then, Travis looked up, a faintly troubled look on his handsome face, giving Luke the craziest urge to just walk around the desk and solve whatever was bothering him with a reassuring hug. However, while Travis made no secret of the fact he was gay and proud of it, Luke was not. Hell, there were times when Luke wasn’t even sure what he was. Although that wasn’t exactly true. He’d done enough messing around, first in high school and later in college, to be very sure.
However, he’d grown up in a family with strong conservative values and strait-laced views on just about everything. He didn’t need to hear his dad’s views on homosexuality to know the way he and his friends thought. It was something decent people didn’t talk about, so telling his parents had been totally out of the question. As a result, Luke’s almost non-existent sex life was, of necessity, restricted to DIY and weekend trips out of town to somewhere like L.A., Vegas, or San Francisco.
If his secret ever got out… Luke shuddered inwardly at the very thought. His dad would kill him. Guaranteed.
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Saturday, July 1, 2017

The Escort has made the semi-finals...

Thanks to KC Kendrick's talented artwork, the cover for The Escort has made the finals of Affaire de Coeur's HotGuyzPatrol cover contest.  As you might guess, the competition is as hot as the cover models, so any and all votes will be greatly appreciated.

Voting is open July 1 to July 15, 2017 and readers are allowed one vote per category per day. If you'd like to help us out with your vote, here's the link:

And here's the cover:

Thanks so much,