20 December 2017:
First, I’d like to wish my fellow bloggers and all our readers the Merriest Christmas ever and all the very best for 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 one more excerpt from Chance Encounter, a contemporary m/m romance about three missing teenagers and the reunion of former lovers.
by Christiane France
by Christiane France
Available at iTunes, Barnes & Noble, Kobo - https://www.books2read.com/u/mYjwd4
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 drifted apart.
Ten years later, they meet again by chance. Jase is a private investigator, desperate to find his kid brother (Donny) 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.
Figuring the man for a closet queen, looking for a bit of rough on the sly, Jase went ahead and used the facilities. But as he started to wash his hands, he noticed the guy still rubbing away at the exact same spot on the jacket. His body language was jumpy and nervous, as if he was scared or something bad had happened, and in view of the bar’s reputation, Jase wondered if he needed help. However, before he could open his mouth to ask, the guy stopped what he was doing, dropped the paper towel he’d been using in the trash container, and took off.
Jase was no more than two steps behind him. In fact, the door was still in the process of closing as he pulled it open to leave himself, but instead of the man heading back toward the bar, all he saw was a stretch of empty hallway. There was absolutely no way he could have made it through the door into the bar that fast, so unless he’d evaporated or pulled some kind of disappearing trick…
He took a quick look in the other direction. The doors were closed to some of the rooms available for customers’ use, so there was a chance he could be in one of those. In that case, though, he would have expected to hear voices or the snick of a door closing. Something.
He continued in the same direction, past the rooms and toward the back of the building. A couple of jogs in the hallway finally brought him within sight of the back door and one of the bouncers sitting on a stool.
“Don’t suppose you happened to see an older guy come this way?” he inquired. “He’s wearing an old denim jacket and jeans. Mousy looking dude, about five-ten, medium brown hair, probably mid-fifties.”
“Ain’t no one on staff fits that description so he must be a customer, and customers ain’t allowed to leave by this door,” the bouncer said flatly. “You supposed to be meeting him back here?”
“No. It’s just that one minute he was right in front of me, going out the washroom door into the hallway, and the next he’d disappeared. I thought it kind of weird is all.”
“Figured he’d vanished like one of them kids?” the bouncer said with a throaty chuckle. “Nah. Dollars to doughnuts he was meeting someone in one of them rooms we have back there. The ones that are available for the added enjoyment of the customers,” he said with a wink and a chuckle.
Figuring the bouncer knew what he was talking about, Jase gave up and returned to his table. At least his beer was still there, exactly the way he’d left it. He removed the coaster and took a sip, all the while keeping an eye on the door, waiting for the guy to reappear.
Customers went through the door and eventually came out again, but when the band stopped for a break and there was still no sign of the older man, Jase’s curiosity had reached an all-time high. Either the old dude was having himself one helluva session or, like the three boys, he’d vanished into thin air.
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