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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.

Where to Now?

Whenever I go out of town I always get some great ideas and usually have a chance to write. That didn’t happen this time. Which is okay, but I also took a day to recuperate and the voices started chattering in my head. I’ve had a lot to think about over the last several months concerning my writing career.

Disillusionment with some e-publishers has sparked a lot of dissatisfaction, and I really had to take a step back to find out what it was that I needed to do. There was only one visible or even viable answer for me; to step out on my own and do what so many others have done before me. Yes, self-publish my precious stories.

Being an indie author isn’t easy. The burden of the publishing process will fall entirely on my shoulders, but I know I’m up for the task. I know what to do and am anticipating a more regular production schedule. Now I just need to practice that discipline I used to have for keeping my butt in the chair. :-)

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires

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Things That Go Bump

This is the month of Halloween here in the United States. One of the things I recall from childhood was watching scary movies with my family. I still can’t figure out what my parents were thinking subjecting us to the likes of Poltergeist, Amityville Horror, Chucky, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Christine and other movies of the mid to late 80’s early 90’s.

With all those crazy movies, no wonder I had to see if I could write a scary story of my own. Remember all those things that would scare you? The feeling of another presence? Maybe something moved from one room to the next and you know you’re the only one home? Maybe catching a glimpse of something insubstantial from the corner of your eye?

Yeah. That’s what I used for A Perfect Getaway. Who wouldn’t love a romantic getaway at a private lake?


Hoping to rekindle the sizzle in their marriage, Harmony Evans plans a romantic getaway. A secluded cabin at Juniper Lake resort is the perfect place to seduce his wife and if he can get in a little ghost hunting, even better.

Jade is more than happy to spend the weekend getting reacquainted with Harmony, without the ghosts, but when their cabin appears haunted and the spectral inhabitant shoves their belongings to the door, she figures it’s time to leave.

No one told them Juniper Lake had a sordid past complete with a serial killer and its own host of earthbound spirits. When the other guests begin to die, the best they can hope for is to survive the night. With a sadistic killer on the loose and bodies piling up, romance will take a backseat to murder.


The hairs at the nape of her neck lifted and Jade paused in chopping the stalk of celery for soup. She had the sensation of someone standing behind her. Breath, warm and a little wet, fluttered her hair.

Floorboards creaked and something brushed her shoulder. She gripped the knife handle tighter and whirled, brandishing the blade in front of her.


Her heart raced and she sucked in a breath to steady her rapid pulse. She scanned the room. Nothing was in the area that she could see, but she felt something.

She’d have dismissed her feelings as ridiculous if strange things didn’t keep happening. Like this morning, her bathrobe had been draped at the foot of her bed, but she found the garment hanging neatly in the closet along with her husband’s and he hadn’t placed it there.


She jumped. Someone was in the cabin with her. Her hands shook.

“Harmony?” Maybe he was playing a little trick on her. He knew she didn’t care for his hobby of ghost hunting, which was one reason they were in this little cabin tucked in the woods. The other reason was so they could spend time together. And he was off fishing or chasing a rabbit in the forest, while she was being…haunted.

With knife in hand she checked every room of the cabin, which didn’t take long. The cabin had open architecture, the living room flowed into the dining room and kitchen so she could stand in the living room and look into both rooms. The bedroom door stood open and if she leaned just so she could see into the bathroom. Nothing.

So why did she get the impression that someone was watching her?

She peered out the corner of her eye, hoping to catch a glimpse of what wasn’t there. A flash of light. She whipped her head to the left. Nothing.

Snap. Thud. Fingers swept down the side of her cheek while muted laughter wafted through the air.

“This isn’t funny,” she said to the empty room.

Metal scraped against metal. She hit the light switch, plunging the room in darkness. Jade fastened her gaze on the doorknob and clutched the butcher knife to her chest. She backed away, feeling for the wall with her free hand. If she had to, she could jump out the bathroom window.

A rumble of thunder rolled overhead. And that was another thing, their romantic weekend was turning into a soggy nightmare. She just wanted to go home and leave this place to its spectral inhabitants, if it was indeed haunted.

Wind shook the windows, rattling the glass in the panes. She tensed and bit back a shriek as her back brushed the wall. The fibers of the roughhewn walls grabbed at her shirt in an attempt to hold her in place. Damn Harmony and his quest to find the supernatural. Now would be the perfect time for him to be around to tell her there was no such thing as spooks.

Click clack. Her heart thudded against her ribs so loud she feared it would jump from her chest. This wasn’t the romantic weekend her husband promised her and now he wasn’t even here. Cursing the day Harmony ever brought her to this hellhole, she flexed her fingers.

The door wobbled. She sucked in a breath. Hinges creaked. Her back hit the wall.

Sweat slicked her palms. A shadow fell across the threshold.

She raised the knife.

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Monday and Change

Experienced some technical difficulties this morning while trying to upload my post. Not sure why the page wouldn’t load, but oh well.

The leaves are slowly changing colors, children are back in school and one day the weather will make up its mind as to whether it wants to be hot or cold. In the meantime change is coming.

This is my middle son’s senior year, while my youngest enjoys all the rigors of marching band. I’m one of those odd parents who actually enjoys spending time with her children. They’re pretty intelligent and goofy. (No idea where they get that goofiness from) Also they’ve got some pretty quick wit too, but change is coming.

Big changes are coming. So stay tuned and when I can spill the beans I’ll let you know.


Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires


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Lies, Lies, Lies

“Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive.” Sir Walter ScottMarmion, Canto vi. Stanza 17.

I first read that line in Shakespeare’s Othello, but it’s very appropriate for Lincoln Arnold, one the heroes in Sex, Lies and Joysticks.

One of the things my editor and I worked on was making Lincoln more sympathetic and showing that while he is an ass that he does have some redeemable qualities. The one thing he has trouble doing is keeping the honesty flowing. He demands this from those around him, but has trouble putting that small, but oh so important seed in action for himself. Every time he tells a lie or omits the truth he makes a bigger mess of his life and his relationships until everything comes to a head.


Sex, Lies, and Joysticks released yesterday. Check it out at Loose Id. Let me know what you think. Even if the characters and the situation make ya mad, lemme know.

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires

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I Love the way You Lie

Oh man I’m so excited. My upcoming release from Loose Id, Sex, Lies, and Joysticks, will be out September 9. It’s a steamy menage with a poly twist. And the big thing in this story are the lies being told. Can a happy ending really come from all the lies told by the heroes and the heroine?

Here’s the blurb.

For the first time in a long time, Randa Arnold is happy beyond measure. She has the love of her husband, Linc and her paramour Matteo. After the fulfillment of a mutual sex fantasy and an unbelievable night of passion her world is turned upside down.

Lincoln never expected his wife to fall in love with another man, even though he knew that was a possibility. He loves his wife, but just can’t wrap his mind around her emotionally attached to someone else, so he does the only thing he can, he forces Matteo to leave.

Forcing Matteo to leave has some unexpected consequences. Randa is despondent, yet keeps a brave face. This only intensifies Linc’s sense of guilt. If that weren’t enough, someone is threatening his wife. His only chance at redemption and to get to the bottom of the threat is to bring Matteo back. Only one problem, the man can’t be found.

The woman shifted, bringing her knees together. Before they closed completely, her partner wedged his elbow to keep her open and exposed. He turned then and, even from that distance, locked gazes with Matteo.

Caught. Yet there was no malice in the dark brown irises, just amusement and a silent challenge. Matteo straightened his spine. That was one challenge he was willing to accept.

He moved through the crowd, sidestepping and gently shoving some individuals from his path until he stood an arm’s length from his prize.

“Took you long enough.” The man chuckled.

“There are so many distractions at this party. It’s hard to focus, Linc.” Matteo moved closer, sliding his fingers over the satiny material of the woman’s dress. “My little vixen.”

She offered a pretty pout. “You found it hard to focus on me?” Randa tilted her head to the side, her hair sliding over her shoulder.

Matteo studied her. Her silvery eyes were a little bright, her pupils dilated, and she bit her bottom lip against the sigh easing out of her mouth. Linc must’ve reached her pussy and was stroking her. Matteo longed to do the same thing.

Instead Matteo threaded his fingers through her hair, gripping the tresses until she parted her lips, and drank the sigh from her mouth. She briefly resisted, lifting her hands to place it on his chest. The heat of her palms bled through his cotton shirt and singed the skin beneath.

Matteo kept the kiss demanding, not giving her time to breathe but only to accept his raw dominance, the explosive hunger he held for her, the only woman to ever draw responses from him.

He knew the exact moment she submitted; Randa curled her fingers in his shirt and pulled him closer. Deepening the kiss, he swept inside her mouth and then dragged his tongue over her lips, teeth, and finally dueled with her tongue for supremacy.

Randa made a small noise in the back of her throat. He tugged her hair and placed a hand at the base of her neck. Her pulse beat a frantic staccato against his palm. He wanted to take her now, hard and fast. Bury balls-deep and let her hot, tight cunt milk him dry…and then do it all over again.

“Now, Matteo.”

Linc’s voice reached him through a haze. Reluctantly, Matteo drew back. Randa stared at him through half-closed lids. Her lips were swollen and glistened from his kisses.

“She’s practically drenching the stool,” Lincoln said with reverence.

A blush bloomed across Randa’s cheeks, and she ducked her head. Very gently Matteo pressed two fingers beneath her chin and lifted until she stared into his eyes.


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Family Vacation…Never Again

I love to travel and the thought of seeing or experiencing something new is always exciting. In this case a family vacay with some new family members. We faced a lot of challenges just to get on the road. We had a slight crisis that left us in a financial bind, and instead of calling off the trip (our oldest son already took those days off work) we rallied to find the best way to enjoy the vacation.

So in the midst of the chaos we found a small pocket of fun. We focused on the seeing our goddaughter. She’s home for a bit unitl she ships out to her permanent assignment. We’ve got one more major event planned before we blow this popsicle stand…Six Flags.

While I write this post in the lobby of the hotel, two little children, one one named Liam, are running around like they have no home training while theire parental figure stood by and watched.

Oh the places we go and the things we see. I enjoy spending time with my family and I wouldn’t have missed this opportunity for anything. I’m in a bit of a funk at the moment, but it will pass. Life is about living, taking the good with the bad and doing things to the best of our ability.

I’m always inspired when I’m on a road trip and I was able to start a new story with some very good clarity. I can’t wait to finish what I started. The characters swirling in my head are an interesting bunch, so I’m excited to see which way they go.

Sex, Lies and Joysticks has a release date of September 9. If it changes again, I’ll let you know. In the meantime, Indulge Your Inner Desires.

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It’s Only a Test

In  two weeks I will have my first test for purple belt in the martial arts style of Tang Soo Do. As with anything that requires normal vision, this has been a challenge, but the instructor has been very patient and a lot of fun.

The hardest thing for me in this class has been the one steps and sparring. After a certain distance, people disappear from my visual field. We don’t do much sparring, but one steps, where one partner attacks the other and the attackee counters while the attacker remains still- and we perform the moves we’ve learned in class like roundhouse kick, inside/outside block or a punch.

Since starting this class, I’ve lost weight and gained much confidence in the ability to defend myself should the unthinkable happen. Now if there was a way to defend against tripping and falling over obstacles in the middle of sidewalks that would be great. :-)

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires

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A Little This and That

I tell ya, I’ve been busy. I forgot how much attention little people require and I haven’t sat down for any length of time. Ya know what? I’m lovin it! Do I miss my solitude and trying to find more than just writing to fill my days. yeah, but spending time with my nephew and my new “adopted” children has been a lot of fun.

We made a whole family.

The house comes alive with laughter and chatter. Don’t get me wrong teenagers do the same thing, but it’s not the same as having the patter of little feet and the so and so won’t let me watch cartoons or play the game or whatever the issue is at the moment. My nephew goes home in a couple of days and though I’m not the arts and craftsy type I tried for him. And I seem to be staying up later as well. Still get up at the same time in the morning, but ten eleven o’clock at night seems to be the norm for going to bed now.

Oh and I haven’t forgotten about the work stuff either. Breaking Delia’s Rules is now available at Sugar and Spice Press as well as Amazon. And I have a release date for Sex, Lies and Joysticks a sexy ménage from Loose Id. August 19, 2014. No cover yet, but as soon as I see it, I’ll post it on my Facebook page and everywhere else I can.

Did I say Breaking Delia’s Rules was out? If you haven’t read it check out and if you have read, buy a copy for a friend and let them know it’s a good. :-)

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires.


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Feeling the Heat

This isn’t a complaint about the weather. Not after that horrific winter we had in Michigan. I honestly don’t mind the heat, but what makes it unbearable is the humidity. This is probably the first time in about eight years where we haven’t had central air or an AC unit. Lemme tell ya, staying cool has been a challenge.

As a kid I’d have run through the sprinklers or mom and dad woulda hosed us kids down on a day like this. I even remember taking a bubble bath in one of those kiddie pools. Since I’m older now, and no one wants to see me running through the sprinklers in my bathing suit, I stay indoors under the fan with lots of cold water.

I’m still learning my new city so I have no idea where a pool is or anything like that. Maybe I should start a water fight with the kids.  That’s a great way to beat the heat. Oh and cold showers. Yes. Cold showers are the best when humidity is high.

How do you beat the heat?


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Edits, Edits and More Edits

Oh my when it rains it pours. I received edits for Love’s Submission last week and have only worked my way through the first chapter and a half. Then last night I received edits for Sex, Lies and Joysticks. I glanced over the first chapter and the edits weren’t too bad, but there are several more chapters I haven’t looked at yet.

Don’t get me wrong, I actually like edits because of the end result. A better book. The process not so much. As a writer I’ve spent so much time crafting certain scenes and pouring my heart into it that when an editors asks for more, deeper point of view to give the story more emotion or perspective or whatever it’s lacking at the moment, it’s a challenge. If that editor asks to cut the scene *gasp sob* my whole world comes crashing down and it’s a valid reason and will make the story stronger, well I go ahead and hit that delete button.

Editing is always about digging deeper about finding just that little bit more that will allow readers to better connect with the characters. As I go through this first round of edits for Love’s Submission and  Sex, Lies and Joysticks I hope to add greater depth to them. Even if you’ve never experienced their exact situation maybe the emotions they go through will knit them closer in your heart.

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires

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