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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.

Takes the Cake is Here-Lynn Chantale

I’m so very excited. Takes the Cake is here. The story has a sexy new cover and it’s out today! Here’s the excerpt and buy link.

“This is unacceptable.” Keegan Murphy shoved the drawing of the plain cake beneath the pretty nose of the caterer, not caring that he was interrupting her work. “You need to fix this.”

Liz Arnold snatched the drawing from his hand and slammed it onto the table. The metal reverberated with a tinny clang. Around them, work momentarily ceased, and Keegan was aware of several pairs of eyes focusing in their direction. After a heartbeat, they resumed working.

Liz’s nostrils flared a moment before a tight smile creased her lips. Keegan drifted his gaze over her and fought back the wave of desire. A pink bandanna held a riot of brown ringlets away from her heart-shaped face—a rather attractive face. Her smooth caramel complexion was devoid of makeup. Remorse chased his thoughts. He remembered a time when he’d have pulled the hair restraint free and combed his fingers through her tresses.

Somehow he’d missed his opportunity. He returned his attention to her face. Wire-rimmed glasses held specks of green and red, probably frosting splatter if the bowls on the table were any indication.

How had she kept her apron so pristine when her hands were covered in several colors? The fitted chef’s coat accentuated firm, round breasts and a narrow waist. He shifted his stance as lust simmered through his veins and rushed between his legs. LIZ was stitched in heavy lettering over her left breast. In that moment, he envied the bit of material caressing the curvy swell of her bosom. He longed to trace said breast, and he lifted a hand to touch her. Taken aback by his reaction, he recovered by combing his fingers through his hair. How could he be so attracted to her after all these months?

“Mr. Murphy, I appreciate your concern, but the design has already been approved by the bride, your sister. She’s happy with it, and you should be too.” She reached past him for a blob of red dough. “If you don’t mind, I’ve got work to do.”

He stepped in her path, and she juggled the bright crimson ball to keep it from touching his clothes. “There’s no need to be so formal, Liz. We had some good times. We have a history.”

Their history was something he’d always regretted. For some reason, Keegan had believed she would wait for him no matter how long he took to get his act together, but he had been wrong. Now he lamented not making her his when he had the chance.

“Convenient how you want to bring that up now,” she scoffed. “Our past will not work in your favor. Whatever we had has nothing to do with your sister and her wedding. Now leave. You bother me.”

He stepped closer and was satisfied when her eyes widened and a quick inhale thrust her luscious breasts up. “Change the design. When they see the cake, everyone is going to know what it means.”

She rolled her eyes and huffed. “Mr. Murphy, if you believe that nonsense, then you’re not as intelligent as you look. Now would you please get out of the kitchen and let me work?”

“What did you say?”

A ghost of a smile flirted at the corners of her mouth. “Go. Away.”

He lifted the drawing from where she’d slammed it earlier. “I’m going to speak to my sister about this design.”

“As long as you do it outside of my kitchen.” She plopped the dough on the stainless-steel table. A cloud of flour floated upward in its wake. She kneaded the crimson ball, pushing it forward with the heel of her hand and then folding and pulling it toward her body. Her movements were smooth and fluid, and he yearned to feel her hands work him in the same manner.

Keegan stepped into her space. Her scent—a hint of spiced vanilla—rose to greet him. Just as he remembered. He closed his eyes, savoring. With a sigh, he inched back and opened his eyes. Her jacket lifted, baring her back just above the waistband of her black, curve-hugging slacks. For a moment, he was rendered speechless as he fastened his gaze on the hint of smooth toffee skin that was revealed. He had an overwhelming urge to slide his palm over the exposed flesh. The long apron did more than just keep her clothes clean. It also hid a great figure.

She glanced at him but continued to work the dough. “Are you still here? I thought you were leaving.”

He bit back a smile. He liked her gumption. Plus, she was sexy and sassy, a combination he thoroughly enjoyed, but this was supposed to be about his sister, not him. “For the time being.”

“Mr. Murphy, I’m sure you’re aware that there is a dinner for thirty friends and relatives in roughly”—she glanced at her watch—“three hours. You being here is a distraction. Unless you plan on donning an apron and joining the prep?”

He laughed. His idea of cooking was a takeout menu or pushing buttons on a microwave. Even then he still used the smoke detector as a timer. “Right. I’ll talk to my sister about this. You will change the design.”

“Whatever.”

Keegan strolled out of the kitchen, aware of the looks from a couple of the cooks, one chopping vegetables, the other standing near the wall of commercial stoves. Let them stare. Having such a simple cake for a grand wedding would be an atrocity. Too often he heard about Liz’s cakes and how her more elaborate designs would ensure a newlywed couple would enjoy a long and prosperous future. Even while they were dating, a certain mystique was attached to her name as the premier cake decorator. And he’d checked out the weddings of the cakes she had designed. Many were still happily married, but those who’d chosen a lesser design… The simple cake for his sister would guarantee disaster for her marriage.

He shoved through the double swinging doors, rounded the corner into the wide corridor, and spied his sister. Her back was to him as he approached. He hurried over. “Hey, Caroline.”

With a bright smile on her face, the younger woman turned from her conversation with an older woman who held a clipboard. “Keegan. Just the person I was looking for.” She glanced at the other woman. “Thanks, Martha. Would you be so kind as to let the caterer know about the menu change for tonight?”

Martha nodded and hurried toward the kitchen.

“A menu change?”

“David just informed me that half his family is allergic to shellfish, which just proves he was not paying any attention when we were going through the menus for the parties.” She shook her perfectly coiffed head. “I hope Liz isn’t too inconvenienced by the menu change.”

Keegan nodded. “Caro, are you sure about the cake?”

His sister stopped in front of a mirror and tucked a stray blonde curl back into its pin. “Isn’t the design heavenly?” She pulled lipstick from her purse, then swiped the color across her lips. “She’s got the most decadent chocolate, chocolate-mint, and vanilla-raspberry layers going on. It’s so good.”

“This is your wedding day. Your cake should be elaborate.”

“It is. It’s got curlicues and fresh flowers.”

He shook his head. “I know you’ve heard the rumors about Liz’s cakes. A simple cake means your marriage won’t last.”

Caroline faced him and laughed. “Keegan, you are the most superstitious person I’ve ever met, and I can’t believe you’d put stock in all that nonsense. People make a marriage work, not a piece of pastry.” She rose on tiptoe and kissed his cheek. Then she wiped the lipstick off with her thumb. “You’re so sweet to worry about such things.” She glanced around the large foyer. “Have you seen David?”

Keegan frowned. The caterer had corrupted his sister into giving up her dream cake. “What about all those pictures you had in your wedding wish book?”

Her greenish-gold eyes widened. “You remember that silly thing? Goodness, I think I lost that when I was thirteen.” She shrugged. “Besides, there are much more expensive items to worry about than childish wishes. Did David show you the rings? Or my gown?” She clutched his arm. “Keegan, the dress is exquisite. The lace is perfect, and the crystals will dazzle. I try it on every night.”

He chuckled. Just like his sister to forge ahead with what was most important to her—jewelry and clothes. “I still think there’s something to this wedding cake thing. She did the Fuller wedding two years ago, and they’re now divorced. Their cake was simple, whereas the Salzer wedding cake was ornate and extravagant. There were even cupcakes, and they’re still married.”

She patted his cheek. “Only you would worry about the statistics of our friends’ marriages. What you need to do is find one of the bridesmaids and sleep with her.” She paused. “Or do you prefer one of the groomsmen?”

Heat touched his cheeks. With nearly a decade separating them, his love life was not a conversation he wanted to have with his sister.

He did prefer the soft, voluptuous curves of a woman, losing himself in her sweet, slick heat. The subtle scent of spiced vanilla teased his nostrils, and the image of a certain caramel-skinned woman drifted to his mind’s eye. He’d love to explore all that creamy flesh with his mouth and tongue, indulging in her nectar. It had been so long since they were together; he wondered if she’d taste as good as she smelled.

“In this day and age, one can never be presumptuous. Whatever your preference, I still love you.”

“That’s good to know, and none of the bridal party appeals to me.”

“Too bad. Sandra’s been eyeing you like a chocolate-covered berry.”

Keegan shuddered. Since the bridal party arrived at the family estate two days ago, he’d been playing keep-away from the maid of honor. Spending any length of time with the brunette lowered his IQ. Whoever said blondes were dumb hadn’t taken the time to know this particular brown-haired beauty. An ordinary conversation with Sandra was the equivalent of smashing his fingers in a door. How the woman obtained a medical degree, he’d never know. “I’d rather not,” he said. “How did you two become friends?”

“She’s a lot of fun when you get to know her.”

“I don’t have that type of time.” Or enough fingers. Although, a little fun with a certain caterer would be welcomed.

A loud crash emanated from the kitchen, the doors opened, and muffled swearing followed a harried and blushing Martha. She saw them and nodded. “The…um…caterer will make the changes.”

Keegan smothered a chuckle. Apparently, Martha hadn’t had much luck with the caterer’s temper either, and he wondered if Liz was still just as feisty outside the kitchen.

“I can just imagine how upset that dear woman is. She’s spent so much time helping me pick out the right dishes, and this change is last minute. I better go see if there’s anything I can do to help.”

He grabbed her arm as she headed toward the kitchen. “I’ll go check. You go mingle with your guests. This is your weekend. Your moment.”

She nodded. “You’re right.” A man of medium build wearing tennis whites and twirling a racket strolled by. “Hey, Christian. Wait up. I’ll walk to the courts with you.”

Keegan narrowed his gaze as he watched the two walk out arm in arm. His sister was awfully close to the best man. Another crash from the kitchen captured his attention. A faint smile creased his lips while his pulse pounded a hasty rhythm of anticipation. Time to see the caterer again.

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Two New Releases from Lynn Chantale

Hello. Hello. Hello! How goes it? Things are going better around here. World domination goes forth, even on my bad days. The best thing thus far has been two new releases. Well, at least two books that have a new look AND some new contact. The first is Takes the Cake from Loose Id. That arrives on June 9, but Takes the Cake is available now for pre-order. C’mon! I’ve got some delicious new scenes. And maybe you wondered how Liz and Keegan actually met. Or why he gave her up in the first place? Or maybe you wondered just how bad that fight in the kitchen really was? Or better yet who told the bride about the groom? Pre-order your copy now!!

The second book, The Contractor’s Baby (formerly Forever and Tomorrow) oh yeah. Secret Baby story all the way. And the cover . . . well Secret Cravings also does a fantastic job. I’m stoked about what they’ve done. So keep an eye out my lovelies. I’ve more good stuff planned for ya.

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires.

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Happy Mother’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms other there and to dads pulling double duty. I still remember making my mom breakfast in bed and I have to commend her for eating our creations. :-) Some of it was burnt or just plain inedible, but the tray always came back empty.

Now that I’m a mom I cherish those special moments. I hope my boys give me a call this year or even a Skype call so I can see their smiling faces, since I won’t get to see them in person.

Wherever you are tell your mom you love her. Make her special day count and if your mom is no longer here, say a prayer for her.

Love you Mom. :-)

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Can We Do It?-Time Management

Many of you know that I’m now pursuing my Masters in Creative Writing. This has been something I’ve wanted to do, but was tired of school. Well it’s a lot of work. Add moving, babysitting, a new job AND my own writing and it’s a wonder that I have time to sleep.

I’m somewhat of an insomniac so I don’t get much sleep. The only way I get anything done is time management. My little munchkin is fussing at his toys while I type this. He’s sleepy and doesn’t want to go to sleep. Reading assignments are plentiful and I do those while he sleeps or anytime throughout the day. As for my new job. I accepted a position as a ghostwriter and so far so good. I love the flexibility and the deadlines. Let’s not forget my own writing. I’m in the middle of edits for Take the Cake. Remember that story? A cake decorator whose cakes predict the longevity of a marriage? Loose Id accepted it and there are some great additional scenes. Look for it in June. Also Secret Cravings picked up The Contractor’s Baby and that will release in July.

I think I need more Cherry Coke and M&M’s.

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires.

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22 Years and Celebrating

Yes, today my husband and I celebrate 22 years of marriage. Those vows the minister had us repeat–yes lord it has truly been a journey.

All I can say is we are stronger, better and more in love than what we were 20+ years ago. He’s my friend, lover, and sometimes my biggest champion.  Even though he has a crazy busy work schedule, he still manages to find time to celebrate us.

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires. 

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Embracing New Things

Greetings from Southwest Florida. I’m so very excited to have left the cold for warmer climates. I’m already thinking of the homey touches I want to add to our new home. Later today I hope to grab coffee and doughnuts from my favorite place, Bennet’s. They have a maple bacon doughnut that’s divine. And the glazed is even better.

I accepted a contract from Loose Id for Because of You, a light-hearted erotic romantic short storyl. I’m still waiting on word from another submission, but in the meantime I’m thinking of sending off a proposal for a series to one of my other pubs.

Embracing change hasn’t always been easy and sometimes it’s downright painful, but the change can be extremely rewarding. In this case, I get to leave the cold winters of Michigan behind and enjoy sunshine all year round. Palm tree lined streets continue to give me the impression of a tropical paradise and I get to wake up to this everyday.

Yeah. I’m very blessed to be me right now. Even in hard times, it’s still a blessing to be me.

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires

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It Has Begun…

My Master’s Program began in February. I’m already into my second class and let me tell you, it’s so worth it. Yes there’s a ton of work involved, but being able to catch some grammar mistakes has been priceless. In-between assignments, I’ve been able to write on my stories. It isn’t a lot, but a paragraph here and there keeps the story moving forward. While listening to a workshop today, I was able to get an entire page written.

Oh don’t  think I’ve only had time for classwork. I also managed to send off a couple of submissions. The nice thing about being so busy, I don’t stalk my inbox. LOL! And if that wasn’t enough, we’re moving to Florida. I’m so excited about the move. Of course it’s scary, but it’s something new and change is wonderful to embrace.

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires.

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Flowers, Cards, and Candy

It’s nearly here. What is it you ask? Valentine’s Day. As a kid we world decorate paper bags and everyone in the class would get a list of names from the teacher so that every student could get a Valentine’s card and/or a little candy from one anothe, then we’d feast on sugar!
Middle school and high school we purchased candy grams to have delivered to various friends and maybe a special guy or three. 😊 as an adult, the gifts have gotten a little more expensive and elaborate, but the thought remains the same, share a little love.

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires.

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A Good Thing

Is there a such thing as too much of a good thing? We’re moving to a different state and while this is a good thing for my family, some people have made it their mission to be mean about it. Moving is stressful enough without the haters.

Another good thing? I start my Master’s Program next week. Woot! That will take my mind off the impending move and occupy a few more hours of my day. And if that wasn’t enough, Love’s Submission is live.

Here’s the blurb:

Hearts and trust were never meant to be broken and Kalista wants to see BJ suffer; but 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.

From the moment BJ met Kalista, he knew she was the one for him, but too much alcohol and a bad decision left him on the outside looking in. Now, 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.

And if that means challenging her current suitor…then let the best man win.

 

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Excitement in the Air

Excitement mingles with the frigidness of winter. I tell ya, this year has started better than I could’ve imagined. While I was preparing Love’s Submission for publishing I got the opportunity to take a knife defense class. Now in our current Karate club we don’t get knife training until we get to red belt. That’s at least a year or so away for me. However another club in another town about 40 miles away. Lemme tell you, it was definitely worth the drive.

The things I learned made me feel more confident if the situation presented itself. The instructor, Master Carlton, has over 20 years experience in knife defense as well as martial arts, and his first rule when presented with a knife was to run. Believe me I will follow that rule if it all possible. His second one, if you can’t run, negotiate. As in What do you want? My keys, wallet, cell phone, shoes? Whatever it is you can have. Now if the assailant demands your life, well then we have a fight on our hands.

If you have to fight, control the distance. Stay off the line of the knife. He had some sweet moves to show us how to defend against a thrusts and slashes. He did reiterate that in defending ourselves we would get cut, but how deep and where we determine, by presenting the backs and sides of our hands, keeping our arms in a guard position to protect the neck and torso.

And I’ve gone on long enough about my training class. Love’s Submission will be out later this month and as soon as I complete this Letter or Intent for my Master’s program I can get back to the fun stuff.

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires

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