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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.

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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Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires.

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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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What’s New with Lynn Chantale

Where to begin? Truthfully, I’ve been incredibly busy. Between school, home and what little social life I can carve out for myself, there’s little time for much else. Edits for The Contractor’s Baby are back with my editor. I love my editors. They are fabulous and I appreciate their patience with me, while I get my head together and work on time management.

In the meantime, my assignment this week is to create three concepts for a screenplay. Now all I need to do is flesh out the rest of the concept, adding characters and genre, etc. I can’t wait to see what happens. The hardest thing about these things for me is the actual planning that goes into just developing a script. As a pantser, plotting is something I have to work at. Plotting is definitely not something that I cannot do on the fly. I really have to think and use my family as a sounding board.

I’ll keep you posted on a release date for The Contractor’s Baby. Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires.

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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.”


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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