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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.

It Has Begun-Lynn Chantale

I tell ya, that last year has been a whirlwind. In the past year, I’ve moved from Michigan to Florida, been hospitalized, buried a family member, moved into my own place, attended my son’s wedding, and finally graduated school.

That’s what I’ve been working with the past year. On top of that, there’s the need to write. I re-released Forever in Love and The Contractor’s Baby (formerly Forever and Tomorrow), and while doing that, an acquaintance contacted me to be on her radio show.


Tune in, via the link below, for a Q & A with yours truly on May 19 tom 9p-11p EDT.

I’m looking for new and better things to happen this coming year. Oh did I mention I’m graduating?

And if that weren’t enough, I’m attending Kassanna’s Interracial Romance Author Expo in Orlando May 19-21.  Can’t wait to see you there.

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires

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World Domination – Lynn Chantale

Sometimes I have to step off the world domination escalator and recuperate from the events of life. My life has been chaotic since before Christmas. While the shadow of a cloud yet lingers, life moves on.

I took a two month hiatus from school to cope with the struggles of life. Needless to say, I’m back in the virtual classroom. life is settling down and things have achieved a new normal.

In the meantime, I’ve written three scripts for a new web series coming soon and have listened to several talking books. I filed my taxes and am actively trying to lose weight. M:y body aches after walking 10k steps on a daily basis.

My characters have settled down and I can’t wait to get back in the groove with them. I’m even looking forward to publishing another book. We’ll see what happens.

Oh, and because I was homesick, here’s a pic my friend, Anne sent me.


Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires

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Love Stinks – Lynn Chantale

I recently watched the movie ‘The Wedding Singer’ and thinking about this romantic comedy steeped in 80’s magic and wonder, I have to say the best part of the movie was the song he wrote for Linda.

If you haven’t seen this movie with Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore, I apologize, there are spoilers. Bobby (Sandler) plays a wedding singer who loves what he does and has his heart broken by Linda, his fiancee. She leaves him at the altar on their wedding day.

Once he’s pried from his depressive state to sing at a wedding reception, he sings the song Love Stinks by J. Gells Band. Of course this inspires sympathy from Lucy (Barrymore). She convinces Bobby to help her plan her own wedding.

Anyway. while they’re auditioning bands, Bobby mentions that he wrote a song. After Lucy begs to hear it, Bobby plays. ‘Somebody Kill Me,’ a song that starts off innocuously  enough, but quickly turns into something heartbreaking, but truly a song from the heart.

I said all that to ask what are your favorite songs to listen to when love goes wrong? Those songs that say exactly what you’re thinking? A few of my faves, ‘I Wish’ by Lyfe Jennings. The Temptations ‘I Wish it Would Rain’ and ‘Cry for You’ by Jodeci.

So go ahead and share a few of your favorite songs to ease heartbreak.

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires


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Time to Write-Lynn Chantale

Happy New Year and all that jazz. This year started off well enough. Already our family is dealing with the death of a couple of beloved family members. That’s the bad news. The good news — yes, there’s good news — is I’m writing again.

I’ve a few projects to finish. A really cool thing that’s happening is I’m writing for a Web series slated to debut in March. While I’m taking the next six weeks off from school. I plan to make good use of that time. I managed a day job. I’m a blogger now. Pretty cool and not the direction I saw my writing career going.

However, I haven’t forgotten my roots. Romance is in my blood, even if I’m not romantic. So I got to poking around my laptop and realized I had a Valentine’s story waiting to be re-released. Remember The Designer’s Bride? It’s okay if you don’t. It was in an anthology a few years ago and the publisher closed that same year. Anyway, it’s up on Amazon for pre-order and I was able to add back the paragraph that was cut because it was too erotic.

Here’s a little snippet of The Designer’s Bride.

Jordan has planned the perfect wedding, only one catch, the bride hasn’t said yes.

Pre-Order Link: Amazon


Jordan Carlisle wore a groove in the oak floor, the glossy finish scuffing each time he rocked back on his heels to change directions or paused to mutter. He frowned, turning his attention to the outdoors and away from the small box in his hand. A perpetual flow of white poured from the sky. The crisp, clean scent of winter air drifted through the open window and a few flakes settled on the sill. He hoped Elisabeth wasn’t out in this weather. But he couldn’t wait to see her.

The past two weeks of missing the love of his life had been sheer hell. Even with the numerous fashion shows, gathering samples, or being interviewed by various media outlets, he still felt the pang of her absence. Emails and video-conferencing couldn’t diminish the ache of loneliness. Traveling was part of being a successful clothing designer, but what he really wanted was to hold Elisabeth close to his heart, and whisper how much he loved her in her ear. Of course, if she was naked and beneath him, all the better.

Jordan had sent her flowers this morning. She had yet to let him know if she received them. If anything, he hoped she remembered the last time he gave her roses. A smile creased his lips. He couldn’t wait to see her…which brought him back to the box in his hand. This evening needed to be special. No matter what else happened, their time together had to be perfect. Maybe once he proposed and Elisabeth accepted, her father would leave her alone.

He drew in a breath. “Women are to be cherished and respected.  Pampered and pleased.  Never made to cry and above all else, loved beyond any rational belief.” He ran his agitated fingers over his close-cropped curls, sighing. Those words were so lame.

The hinge creaked when he opened the lid and stared at the three-stone, Asscher-cut diamond. Tiny baguettes framed the center jewel, making the brilliance and fire of the ring much more potent. Elisabeth made him feel like this ring, endless, classy, and rich. He closed the lid with a snap and resumed pacing. He loved her. He knew from the first time he laid eyes on her, but would she still love him after she learned the truth?

Pre-Order Link: Amazon

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires

Lynn Chantale


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Sex, Lies, and Joysticks – Lynn Chantale

Happy Thursday! With Christmas just around the corner, here’s a book to keep you warm on those cold winter’s night.


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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Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires


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Love Smack Down Series-Lynn Chantale

Good Afternoon!!! I apologize for the lateness of my post. One of the minions keeps turning off my alarm for the blog. I thought I’d take a moment to share a video of one of the men who inspired my wrestling series, Love Smack Down.

He goes by the name of Father Time. He’s survived strokes, cancer and is heralded as the oldest and blind wrestler. Here he is in action.

And here’s the first book in the series, Pinning Casanova. Benjamin Douglas or Sir Casanova had a reputation to live up to, known for tossing roses to beautiful women in the audience and stealing a smooch or two on the way in or out of the ring, well its all part of the act. Many believe the hype of his philandering when he’s away from his 10 y/o daughter, including his next door neighbor Serena Jameson.
Serena Jameson has had a crush on the single dad since she saw him tumbling with his daughter in the backyard, but she knows his altar ego is a playboy, yet her heart tells her it’s all an act. After he treats his daughter like the treasure she is, still Serena can’t get past the womanizing image. Yet she gives him a chance.
When an unexpected visitor emerges from Ben’s past the challenges faced will put their relationship to the test. Will the couple have a chance to endure to the last bell or will one tap out before the match has even begun?

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Book 2, Tag Team Beauty Queen was a lot of fun to write! Here’s the blurb.

Alexa has always followed her heart, but when her feelings lead her to bed The Tag Team of Perfect Storm, well she’s in heaven, until another wrestler threatens the happy balance.
Tono and Daniel, known as Perfect Storm, don’t mind sharing Alexa. In fact, they’ve embraced all the pleasure a threesome will bring. When a heel, Virgil, decides to interfere, well the guys will just have to show him why they’re the champions.

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires

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At a Crossroads-Lynn Chantale

No matter how many steps I take forward in my writing career, it feels like I’m shoved back to square one. In the last 12 months, two of my publishers have closed due to the evolving market. And since I’ve been published, a total of 5 presses I’ve been with have closed. That’s a little discouraging, at least, for me it is.

So I’m at a crossroads. Where do I go from here? I’ve managed to make it 2/3 of the way through my Masters program with a 3.25 GPA. I’ve also branched into ghostwriting and recently writing content for blogs. All of this I can do from the comfort of my home in my fuzzy slippers. So what do I do about my own writing?

Do I continue to submit my work to publishers for a percentage of the pie? Or do I exclusively self-publish for a larger percentage of the pie? All of this while I continue my education, raise my family and work my therapy.

I guess while I ruminate on the possibilities, I’ll have a coconut.

Taken at Centennial Park

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires

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Just Cruising by Lynn Chantale

Drink of the Day

One of the things I have always wanted to do was take a cruise. I got that chance last month. Let me tell you, cruising is the best kept secret in the world. Not only do you have unlimited food, but there’s so much to do. So much to do, in fact, that I had little time to write. I wanted to see everything possible. And, of course, there was the free stuff.

Free jewelry. Yes. My family was surprised to learn that the cruise did this. I know it’s a ploy to get you into the jewelry store, but it’s a great souvenir.

Another reason a cruise is the best kept secret is there is so much to do on the ship. There was music, dancing lessons, cake decorating contests, karaoke, a casino, bingo, trivia, goodness. So much to do so little time.

I’ve got to confess, I’m gonna go again. There is something so relaxing and simplistic about sailing. And I think the next book I write will just have to take place on a cruise.

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires

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The Contractor’s Baby-Lynn Chantale

It’s release day! Toss the confetti, pop the champagne. We’re celebrating! The Contractor’s Baby is now available for your reading pleasure.

Here’s a snippet:

They sat in a back booth with the baby in the corner next to Dexter. From the moment they sat down, Molly had managed to keep Dexter talking about his life, and he’d managed to keep her laughing.

“I can’t believe how much we have in common.” She dabbed at her eyes with her napkin. “It’s like we’re soul mates.”

He grudgingly had to agree with her. “You are so down-to-earth.”

Reaching over, she snagged a tortilla chip and scooped up a generous portion of the homemade spicy salsa. “You expected me to be more prissy?”

He’d gone this far, might as well finish eating his shoe. “Yeah, actually. Be careful, that salsa’s really hot.”

She coughed and sputtered. Tears streamed down her cheeks while she fanned her mouth. “Hot is not the word for it.”

“Try this.” He offered her a section of lime, then pushed her glass of water toward her. “I tried to warn you.”

She sipped her water. After a moment she sat back, a wide grin on her face. “I like spicy.” She reached for another chip.

Amusement curved his lips when she went through the same antics again, this time without the coughing. As long as the heat made her happy. On impulse, he placed his hand over hers, again surprised at the softness of her skin. With his thumb he drew lazy circles on the back of her hand. “I like you, Molly. I really do.”

Studying him, she asked softly, “Why does that scare you?”

He hesitated, telling her would give her proof that he was a failure as a husband and even as a man, but she needed to know before things went too far. He sucked in a breath and slowly exhaled. “I found my wife in bed with another man.”

A flicker of something he couldn’t define flashed through her eyes as he waited for her to speak. He braced for judgment, condemnation. It wasn’t too late to forget about the kiss they’d shared or the way she made his heart flutter. Although seeing her every day until they finished the job would take a toll on his sanity, if that was the price of falling for a client, then he’d just have to suffer. She squeezed his fingers, drawing attention to how right her smaller digits felt next to his. A heartbeat later he lifted his gaze to meet hers.

“Did you ever think maybe it wasn’t your fault at all? That you appreciated her far more than she deserved and she took advantage of what you two had?”

Stunned, the breath left his lungs. That was the first time anyone had said that to him. No one had actually blamed him, but he’d taken the responsibility of the break-up on his shoulders. What if Molly was right? Once the thought took root, it was hard to dislodge her logic. Their waiter chose that moment to serve their dinners, so Molly released his hand and sat back. Without the physical connection, he felt bereft.

He’d told her too much, revealed too much about himself. He needed…he glanced at her as she spooned salsa over her chimichanga, and another chunk of brick fell from the wall around his heart. He would give them a chance.

* * * *

The baby slept through the entire dinner, and for that Molly was grateful. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d dined out and really enjoyed the food or the company. She linked her arm through Dexter’s as they strolled to his truck, and expelled a contented sigh.

He glanced at her and smiled. “Does that mean you had a good time?”

“I had a wonderful time,” she said. “Thank you so much. Usually when I go out, I get taken to those stuffy fancy restaurants.”

“You don’t like white tablecloths and napkins?”

“Every now and then, but I prefer dates like tonight. Casual. At ease.” Just thinking about the confines of a fancy dress and high heels caused her to shudder.

“Are you saying you want to go out with me again?”

She flashed him a cryptic smile, grabbed the keys dangling from his fingers and unlocked the doors. “I like getting to know you, Dexter.” She held the door while he strapped Hannah in the vehicle. For the first time, she realized this wasn’t the vehicle he drove every day. “Where’s your pickup?”

He closed the door. “That’s my work truck and not appropriate for taking a beautiful woman and her adorable daughter on a date.” He pressed her against the SUV. The coolness of the metal bled through her clothes while the heat of his body warmed her front.

Her pulse quickened as she read the intent in his gaze. Desire simmered through her veins and he wound a lock of her hair around his finger. At his gentle tug, she tipped her head back and parted her lips in invitation.

“I’m not working tonight.” He slanted his mouth over hers.

He tasted of spice and man, of dreams and desires, of promises whispered on a warm summer’s night. A part of her wished she’d met him before his heart had been broken, but she relished the opportunity to show him she could be the woman, the only woman he would ever need.

He pulled away as suddenly as he had begun. “I should get you home.”

She slid into the vehicle’s passenger seat and couldn’t resist tracing the outline of his lips with her index finger. “This is the best time I’ve had in a very long time. Thank you.”

He kissed her fingertip and closed the door.

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The Contractor’s Baby – Lynn Chantale

I do apologize for the lateness of my post. The dates are set on my calendar, but it still slipped my mind. Schoolwork, family and life keep me extremely busy. Recently, I embarked on freelance writing. It’s an interesting gig and it stretches my creative muscles.

The Contractor’s Baby (formerly Forever and Tomorrow) will be out soon. New cover, updated content, expanded scenes. I’m very excited.

Coming soon from Secret Cravings.


Embittered by divorce, Dexter Carson resolves to live without romantic love or a family of his own. When he arrives at a job site, the last thing he expects is his instant attraction to the ebony-haired client. But work comes first, and he’s determined to maintain a professional distance, no matter how his body reacts to her soft scent and feminine curves.

Beautiful and intelligent, Molly Crosby has always doubted a man would love her, and now that she’s forced to care for her infant niece, all hope for a man who will cherish her seems lost. But when she meets Dexter, she longs to discover what’s behind the rugged contractor’s solemn demeanor, and to win more of his  devastating smiles.

When a bombshell threatens the tender relationship that’s developing, will Molly’s love be enough to overcome the scars from his past, or will Dexter walk away from his only chance at love and family?

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desire.

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