Saturday, March 17, 2018

WeWriWa - 17 March 2018 - Without A Clue


17 March 2018

Next week is the start of Spring, but -6C when I woke up this morning makes me think Winter isn’t yet ready to let go.
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 yet another snippet from Without A Clue. A romantic mystery/suspense set in the City of Light and Love--Paris, France. This snippet continues with more of the phone conversation I posted last time. Enjoy!



Without A Clue
By Chris Grover
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          “Doesn't she understand it's an exceptionally delicate situation? One wrong move could ruin everything.”
          “She knows all that.” Luc picked up the cigarette, crumpled it in his hand and dropped the pieces in the ashtray. “Problem is my client is back and on view, and she's made it clear to anyone who will listen that she believes the diary was stolen. Perfect opportunity from our little friend’s point of view to stir things up and goad us into action. We should have expected something like this and taken precautions.”
          “True. But I have more important issues to consider than lost property. That bastard killed one of my people and my ass is on the line.

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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.
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Cool mysteries and hot romance - http://www.chrisgrover.ca
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10 comments:

  1. This diary seems really dangerous for Paula. An intriguing snippet!

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  2. If people are getting killed because of this diary, I hope they'll take precautions to protect themselves.

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    1. For some reason people take more chances than precautions where money is concerned.

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  3. Oh things are definitely getting tense, sounds like they need to be very, very careful!

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  4. They're both walking a very fine line. One false step and the diary could vanish forever.

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  5. I'm still wondering if Luc is really a friend or is he working against her? And why? Good snippet.

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    1. Luc's role in this book is that of a juggler. He has to keep everyone happy all of the time.

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