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to my Reading Nook, W. Lynn Chantale. Please make yourself at home and let my
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To get us started can you tell us a little
about what you are working on or have coming out?
Oh goodness, I’ve lots of stuff I’m working
on at the moment, a couple of paranormal tales and there are a few things I
have coming out, a short wrestling series, two
How would you describe yourself using only
five words?
Funny, passionate, caring, goofy, and morbid.
If you could write a warning label for
yourself as a person or an author, what would it say?
Handle with Care, Contents under pressure.
Do you have any guilty pleasures?
Eating a good piece of chocolate with my eyes
closed.
Name one thing readers would be surprised to
know about you.
I don’t do well in crowds.
If you could live anywhere in the world,
where would it be?
It would be some place warm, on a lake with
mountains in the background.
How do you get yourself in the mood to
write?
If I’m not in the mood, my favorite R&B
is the way to go.
Can you share with us your typical writing
day. Is there anything you have to have while writing?
My typical writing day begins at five in the
morning. There’s nothing I really have to have other than the silence of a
sleeping house. :-)
Who are some of your favorite authors?
To name a few, Emma Lai, Dahlia DeWinters,
Kassanna, and Ann Mayburn.
What is in your To Read Pile that you are
dying to start or upcoming release you can’t wait for?
I just looked at my Kindle and I have so many
books I need to get to. Deadly Secrets by Terry Odell has caught my attention
at the moment.
Is there something special you do to
celebrate when one of your books is released?
I toast myself and then move on to the next
book.
Do you have a favorite TV show you can't
miss?
Scandal. Such a great show and the characters
are just awesome.
If you could date any character from any
book, who would it be and why-no it doesn't have to be from your books?
Falcon from The Dark Series by Christine
Feehan. I just love the romanticism he displayed. He wasn’t as Alpha as the
other heroes in the seires, but no less poerful.
What is the strangest source of writing
inspiration you’ve ever had?
Sitting in church listening to the pastor’s
message, I’m often struck with inspiration.
If your muse were to talk behind your back,
what secrets would he/she tell?
Ah, they no better than to tell secrets about
me. They know I have a mean streak and if they tell on me there’s quirt with
they’re name on it. They don’t like the quirt. :-)
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A Teaser of A Perfect Getaway
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.
Excerpt:
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.
Nothing.
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.
Crash!
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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