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About lynnchantale

Lynn Chantale resides in southeastern Michigan. Celebrating twenty plus years of marriage, she is determined to enjoy all that life has to offer. She has a mad affinity for milk chocolate, preferably Dove chocolate truffles or the caramel-filled squares (Godiva is acceptable), and plays the bass guitar when the Muse begs for a bit of distraction. She’s a multi-published author in ebooks and has recently stepped into the self-publishing world. So far both experiences have been rewarding.

Love’s Submission Cover Reveal

It’s so much fun getting pretties in my inbox. Actually I have two, but I’m sharing one today. I don’t have a release date yet, but the cover is super sexy.
Here’s the blurb for Love’s Submission.
From the moment BJ met Kalista he know she was the one for him, but too much alcohol and a bad decision left him on the outside looking in. He’ll do anything to make up for the pain he’s caused her. All he needs is a chance to prove he’s worthy of her trust and love again.
Hearts and trust were never meant to be broken and as much as Kalista wants to see BJ suffer, she can’t deny that the attraction and love is still there. Maybe giving him another chance wouldn’t be so bad, if she didn’t have someone else.

And the cover…


Until next time Indilge Your Inner Desires.

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All Things in Time

This year has been a slow start for me. While I’m awaiting edits on a couple of books, I’m working on a series and a menage as well as trying to finish up a couple of projects from last year.
I wanted to focus on my writing, really delve into characters and conflicts to give them more realism, to make the romances more passionate and embrace what I truly enjoy doing. So these romances may be a little edgier or grittier, or angrier, but they will be real.
Quality, not quantity. Of course I would love to put out a book a month, but I’d rather get a few that sell really well then to have several that do okay. (Ideally I want all to do phenomenal, but I’m grateful for what comes.)
So don’t worry. There will be more books from me soon. Just keep watching my page. I’m still around and still trying to take over the world.
Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desire.

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Did You Know?

Happy Monday morning everyone! I love Monday. It’s a chance for a fresh start and a brand new outlook. this has been a busy weekend for me and today isn’t any better. Somehow I agreed to volunteer to make breakfast at my church for a group of pastors. No big, except I was also under the weather this past weekend so everything has been thorn off schedule. No worries I’m here now.

The biggest news I have is Breaking Delia’s Rules will be getting a facelift with a new publisher (Sugar and Spice Press) and some added content. Also Book 4 of The Love SmackDown series will be releasing this year as well.

In a totally unrelated random thought, it’s Women’s History Month. I wanted to know who the first woman romance writer was and all I could come up with was Jane Austen. She was a pioneer in the genre. A little closer to home would be Barbra Cartland,

Enjoy your Monday and don’t forget to Indulge Your Inner Romantic.

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Just a Touch

A few years ago I had the opportunity to attend a conference and ask readers what appealed to them about certain genres. One answer was because the characters were real and the plots contained elements that most contemporaries novels don’t, her example was disabilities. Talk about food for thought.

We’re not talking about characters who are flawed you know the ones, have trust, commitment or some other type of issue. I mean characters who suffer from depression, are in wheelchairs, use walkers, hearing aids or canes, but don’t let their physical challenges deter them from finding love.

One such story was created The Baker’s Touch. Penelope is a blind bakery owner who doesn’t let the fact she can’t see stop her from achieving what she wants in life and what she wants now is love. This story was also a chance to show readers a little of my world, what it’s like to be visually impaired in a seeing world.

The Baker’s Touch Blurb

Valentine’s is always a busy time of year for PB and J Bakery. With love fueling the need for sweet confections, there’s always room for romance. Even the anonymous gifts left for Penelope, by a secret admirer, are a welcome distraction from the chaos of chocolate and spongecake.

Penelope Bishop has an idea who’s sending the gifts, or at least she hopes it’s her sexy mystery man who stole a kiss on New Year’s Eve. The trouble is, she’s never seen him. Her only clues are dancing skills, a great pair of lips, and a sensual voice that haunts her dreams and every waking fantasy. All that pales when her assistant, Avery, inspires those same lustful thoughts.

Avery has loved Penelope from afar, but with her recent breakup, he doubts she’ll view him beyond the current role he has in her life…seeing eye person. He has one chance to woo a woman who defines her world through touch, scent, sound, and taste–think outside the dating box. When an old flame comes courting and makes Penelope an offer she just may accept, Avery has one last opportunity to make her his Valentine…he’ll have to bare all.


Penelope spun on her heel, stepped forward and met a solid wall of muscle. Heat burned her cheeks. On top of everything else, she couldn’t even storm out of the ball room without running into someone.

“Ready for that champagne?” her mystery man said close to her ear.

She swallowed. “You saw everything?”

He lifted her hand and placed her palm on his cheek. His head bobbed up and down, but there was more. His jaw was tight and a corner of his mouth drooped. Was he upset on her behalf? The thought pricked her feminine pride, but at the same time he’d witnessed a moment of humiliation.

She lowered her head.

“No, don’t do that. Keep your head up.”

Excitement buzzed around them and cheers rose. The crowd began counting down.

“He is absolutely not worth your time and he didn’t appreciate you.”

A tear slipped beneath her lashes.

“I want you to know one thing, Penelope.”

“Not fair. I don’t even know your name.”

He hooked an arm around her waist and drew her against his solid frame. “All you need to know is this.” And as the crowd screamed “one” his mouth met hers.

She stood frozen, lost in a kiss that melted her soul, stirred her desire and mended her heart. He coaxed her lips apart, his tongue darting along the seam. She curled her fingers in the lapels of his jacket as she opened for him, their tongues dueled for supremacy until she finally submitted.

Time stood still, the chorus of voices singing Auld Lang Syne faded as he cinched her tighter. His mouth never stopped moving on hers, becoming the very air she breathed. To stay in this stranger’s embrace would be just what she needed, but a dance and a kiss did not a relationship make. Still, she wanted the passion and acceptance he offered.

“Happy New Year,” he muttered against her lips.

“Same to you. What’s your name?”

He kissed her again. “I’m sorry. I have to go.”

Before she could protest, she was alone in the crowd. She touched her lips. If she didn’t do anything this year, she would at least find out who she just kissed.


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Life is a Highway…

I’m almost tired of the snow. I’m definitely tired of the cold. Recently I was nominated for Best Erotic Romance of

2014 Bentley

2013. very cool. While I didn’t win, it was just wicked fantastic to know that I have some fantabulous fans out there who love my work.

This past weekend my family and I went to the North American Auto Show at the Cobo Arena. Bright lights, big crowds and sweet rides. The presenters weren’t half bad either. My favorite vehicles were the Dodge Viper and the LR4, but there was one vehicle by Toyota that was just freaky.

Toyota IRoad

But it got me thinking about what ifs….What if one of them fine looking presenters ended up in a not so fine looking way? Or perhaps there’s a dispute between two of the major manufacturers and one company’s car end up vandalized. OR what if a couple looking to spice up their love life decides to do the deed in a coupe while it’s on display moments before opening time? Oh yeah the plot bunnies are loose and running amuck. I can’t wait to see what happens next.

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Romantic

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Welcome 2014

Just ten days into the New Year and it’s already been a wild ride. Sub zero temperatures, muses that won’t be quiet and a story that seems to write itself.

One of my favorite things to do while writing is to play the television or listen to music. There’s something about the background noise that gets the ideas and sentences flowing. Not everyone is wired that way, but when I can’t focus those two things really get me going. Although when I write late at night or early in the  morning, silence is golden. There’s something about listening to the sounds of the house that provide its own brand of inspiration.

With all the snow we’ve had in Michigan lately it’s been rather wonderful to snap photos and describe what I see for my current work in progress. Most of the time my stories are set in the spring, summer or fall, but every now and then the beauty of snow has to be told.

Yes I love the snow, I’m just not too fond of the cold that seems to tag along. So if anyone knows how to give me snow without the frigid temps, please share.

How is your 2014 shaping up?

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Clean Up on 2013

This has been a very tumultuous year for me. The year began dismal and depressing, had brief bright spot, then went to hell in a blazing explosion of C-4 and nitroglycerin. Somewhere in all that chaos I rediscovered who I am and what I want. Best of all, I learned what makes me happy.

I was diagnosed with depression, sought treatment and talk about a life alternating experience. The hardest part of the process has been confronting my emotions. Not easy when I spent so long  suppressing or ignoring them completely.

My husband now tells me I have no emotional filter…he could be right. I speak what’s on my mind, not to be callous or rude, but I can no longer hold what bothers me in. My timing may not always be the best, but once I’ve addressed the hurt or annoyance, I move forward a lot faster.

These last few days of December I’ve been addressing some issues while I didn’t get the closure I was seeking, I spoke my peace and can move forward. My writing has suffered greatly this past year, but thankfully even that is on the upswing and while I don’t have a release date for a book yet, there is one release slated for 2014.

The muses are talking to me and best of all ideas are flowing. I’ve my eye on a few of the submission calls. Keep a look out for a better and healthier Lynn Chantale in 2014. I can’t wait to show you how all things work together for the good.

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Romantic

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Beneath the Mistletoe

Our Christmas Tree

It’s the most wonderful time of the year! I just love that song as well as We need a little Christmas. Last year around this time I dreaded the holidays and kept hoping for a remote control that would fast forward through the holidays.  This year, however, I’m excited. Christmas shopping is fantastic. I’m halfway through my list and if that wasn’t enough, I’ve a new release this Friday. Yes, Friday the 13th.

No cover as of yet, but I’ve got a blurb and an excerpt for Beneath the Mistletoe


Maddie has harbored a secret crush for her suave and sexy dance partner, Max, but confessing how she feels could end a great partnership.

Max has lusted after Maddie since their very first dance six months prior. He has no problem acting on his feelings, but she belongs to someone else.

When circumstances leave Maddie open and available, Max and Maddie could get their Christmas wish, a dance beneath the mistletoe.


Max jerked her against the hard wall of his chest, his fingers grazing her cheek. “Where are you tonight, Madeline?” He placed his hands on her waist, lifted her high in the air, and she scissored her legs above his head.

She smoothed her hands down his back, the damp cotton warm beneath her hands. He did a three-sixty with her overhead in the splits. A quick toss and she rotated like a yo-yo. He caught her in his arms before dropping her in a swan dive, her nose mere inches from the hardwood floor.

He set her on her feet. A frown marred the perfection of his face.

“Sorry.” She gasped a breath before executing several pirouettes. She over-rotated, missed her cue, and tripped over Max’s foot. He grabbed her around the waist.

“Enough!” He stalked to the music player, stabbed a button, and the music abruptly ceased. “Are you trying to twist an ankle? You know the steps. The routine is complicated enough without you daydreaming.”

Panting, she hop-stepped to her gym bag, grabbed a towel, and blotted the sweat from her face. “Sorry.” She inhaled a ragged breath. Somehow, she had to rein in her wayward thoughts. But every time he touched her all she could think about was tracing the muscles in his arms, and the sensual mambo they rehearsed didn’t help. Each time his pelvis brushed hers, she wanted to wrap her legs around his waist. And the moment when she did—a sigh escaped her lips—she imagined the way he would feel deep inside her. No, she couldn’t tell him what was really on her mind. What if he didn’t want the same thing? She couldn’t bear another blow to her ego. She lowered the towel and was caught by his piercing blue stare. Her gaze roved over him, reading concern in his eyes and the firm set of his jaw.

“Sorry?” He shook his head. “We perform this routine in less than a week. And with all the rehearsals we’ve missed we can’t afford to waste any more time. Talk!”

Silence hung between them while she gathered her thoughts. All she had to do was open her mouth and blurt out the truth, yet she hesitated. Verbalizing her feelings would change everything and having a little bit of Max was better than having none of him at all.

She followed his movements when he crossed to his own bag and retrieved a bottle of water. His biceps flexed as he raised the bottle to his full luscious lips, and his throat constricted when he swallowed. She patted the towel along her face again as desire danced through her veins. Keeping this secret from him was harder than she expected.

“Let’s just finish this rehearsal and go home,” she said, tossing her towel aside. She strolled to the center of the dance floor and waited.

When he didn’t cue up the music, she faced him. He sat on the long narrow bench lining the one mirrored wall. A scowl tugged at his mouth and her heart sank. Max wasn’t going to finish rehearsal unless she told him what was wrong.

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Romantic

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Black Friday and More

Oh me oh my. Are you a Black Friday Shopper? Retailers have gotten smart or greedy depending on one’s viewpoint. Sales now start on Thanksgiving, just in time to ward off the turkey and dressing coma of the day. Or if you’re really savvy, one can take advantage of the tons of pre-Black Friday sales going on.

I know we stood in line for an hour at Best Buy just for one of their doorbusters. We scored a Surface tablet for $199 as well as a couple of DVDs. Sweet right? While we were there I checked out the appliances. Yeah, I’m in the market for a stove and refrigerator and if i can save a little $$$ why not AND take advantage of free delivery.

So now that Black Friday is officially here do you plan to brave the crowds are did you camp out in front of the store to be there when the doors opened at some insane time when I sleeping?

I say stay indoors, take advantage of online deals and stay warm. Be safe out there.

Until next time. Indulge Your Inner Romantic.


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This time last year I was absolutely dreading the holidays and just wanted to fast forward to January. However, this time around, I’m looking forward celebrating with family and friends.

And speaking of holidays, did you know that today is Forget Me Not day. Take a moment to call a relative, loved ones, or friends you haven’t seen in a while.

Send a card, send a flower, or make a phone call. Just let that someone know you haven’t forgotten them.

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Romantic.

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