Guest Author Day with W. Lynn Chantale
Welcome to my Reading Nook, W. Lynn Chantale. Please make yourself at home and let my cabana boys/girls get you a drink.
Comfortable? Wonderful. Now let’s get started.
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. :-)
Anything else you want to add?
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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.
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.