28 April 2018
After a week of double digit temperatures, we were back to 8C and non-stop rain today. April showers are supposed to bring May flowers, but it’ll need to warm up some before that happens.
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 is where Paula finally gets to meet her grandfather’s friend. Enjoy!
Without A Clue
By Chris Grover
Also available at Apple iTunes, Kobo, Barnes & Noble
At first, Paula thought she was alone. Then the door behind her clicked shut and the faint hum of an electric motor alerted her to the fact that the high-backed chair behind the desk was in fact a wheelchair.
The chair swung around to reveal an elderly, white-haired man. Impeccably dressed in a dark gray suit, pristine white shirt and gray silk tie, he looked much older than her grandfather. Probably in his mid-eighties. But whatever affliction had him confined to a wheelchair, he certainly didn't look sick. There was a shine to his hair and a healthy glow on his cheeks that conveyed an impression of good health and boundless energy.
“Ah, Mademoiselle Sinclair,” he said in an autocratic tone that reminded her of royalty. “Please come in and sit down.”
Paula crossed the expanse of Persian carpet and sat down on a hardback chair in front of the desk.
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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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