W. Lynn Chantale
Erotic Romance Author
Winner of the Mug
Welcome everyone! Yep, it's a bubble bath interview party! Grab your favorite drink from the ice bucket over there and come join us! Oh the tub is bigger than you think! Lynn will be with us all week so feel free to stop back and leave a comment later if you don't have time today. On Saturday she's giving away a 'mug full of goodies' to one lucky comment who also leaves their email addy in the comment so Lynn can easily reach you.
Here's a bit about our sexy guest of honor: W. Lynn Chantale resides in southeastern Michigan. Married to her high school sweetheart, they’ve been together for the last twenty years. They have three children. She writes African-American and Interracial sensual erotic and erotic romance. She has a mad affinity for milk chocolate, preferably Dove chocolate truffles or the caramel-filled squares (Godiva and Ghiradelli are acceptable), and plays the bass guitar when the Muse begs for a bit of distraction.
Tonya: Lynn, welcome to my never ending bubbles this week. Wow, base guitar player, eh? How awesome is that! And a chocolate lover, too! Perhaps a reader or two just might send you your milk chocolates! I prefer dark chocolate if anyone is taking notes. Readers love to know more about their authors. Tell us a bit about yourself.
Lynn: Hi Tonya, thank you so much for having me here today. Let’s see what trouble can I get into today. I love to read even though I don’t have as much time as before. Writing is the best choice I ever could’ve made, while I may not be rich...yet, being a published author is a dream come true. Hmm, I love watching sunsets, sunrises and waves lapping against the shore. Hot showers are great for relaxing and working out plot points. I don’t like pepperoni on my pizza and my fridge is stocked with Coca-Cola.
Tonya: Check! Love Coke over Pepsi...sorry Pepsi lovers. Do you have a day job?
Lynn: Writing is my day job now and it’s a pretty sweet gig. Before I wrote full time I worked as a cake decorator.
Tonya: Well congrats on being able to write full time. The Boss still needs me to show up once in a while, for some reason! LOL Some of us have things we do to get into the writing frame of mind like music, or drinks. Do you have anything special you do to get into the writing mood?
Lynn: Depending on my mood, I alternate between silence and old school R&B. That can range from Frankie Beverly and Chaka Khan to Luther Vandross and Keith Sweat.
Tonya: Luther does get those writing juices flowing! Where do you keep story ideas? Where do they come from?
Lynn: I store my ideas either in my head. Yes it gets a little crowded up there sometimes or I write them down in a notebook. My ideas come from whatever strikes my fancy. A couple have come from conversations, news articles, irritating people...wait did I say that out loud? I better stop right there before I write a check my hips can’t cash. :-)
Tonya: If you’re self-published, can you tell us a bit about that and how it’s going for you?
Lynn: I am actually. I uploaded flash fiction story, Proof of Murder, a couple of months ago on Amazon. So far I’m happy with the results.
Tonya: Kudos for you! Way to go. Are you a daytime writer, night time writer, and do you have to be alone to write?
Lynn: I truly prefer late night and early morning writing. Over the years I’ve gotten used to writing with noise and such, children, TV, or whatnot. Although birds, tractors and barking dogs have provided enough background noise to drown out the ever present silence.
Tonya: What advice would you give to new authors?
Lynn: Join a writer’s group or find a good critique partner and keep learning. One can have all the talent in the world, but if you never do anything to learn more about the craft, your full potential won’t be realized.
Tonya: Do you write better when you first have an idea of what your characters look like or do you write, then add character looks?
Lynn: I think it’s a little bit of both for me. The character may look one way in the beginning, but may change subtly by chapter three or four.
Tonya: *hitting the jet button again* What attracts you the most about men?
Lynn: His voice or his cologne. I’m visually impaired and often I have to stare at a man for a very long time before I know what he looks like. Since I don’t want to be thought of as a stalker or rude, I focus on attributes that won’t get me in trouble. :-)
Tonya: We’re dying to hear about your latest book. What can you tell us without spoiling the storyline? *refilling your champagne glass*
Lynn: Ahhh, The Pick-Up Wife. Oh, thanks for the refill! My dear Leo and Symmone have some leftover hostility from an unwanted divorce and a whole lot of pent up attraction just seeking release.
Tonya: Sounds like a script for lots of hot action. What is your favorite night time snack?
Tonya: Do you like toppings on your ice cream?
Lynn: Hershey’s hot fudge, not Smuckers, or Sanders or Mrs. Richards or chocolate syrup. Hot fudge and nuts. Whipped cream and a cherry are negotiable.
Tonya: Mmmmm.....cheers to chocolate lovers! What’s your favorite meal - Italian, Mexican, Thai, etc?
Lynn: I have a weakness for all those, but give me sloppy joes and french fries any day of the week.
Excerpt: The Pick-Up Wife
Her footsteps slowed as she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the windowpane. She paused long enough to straighten her dark ponytail. With a huff of disgust she dropped her hand from her ebony tresses and shook her head. She couldn’t believe she was primping for her ex. Primping!
She set the glass on the table with a thump. He looked up with a tentative smile, and she was lost. She opened her mouth to speak and not a single word came out. God, he was even more handsome than the last time she’d seen him. Gone was the youthful softness of his face. Now he had a man’s face, a jaw that spoke of strength and maturity. His brown eyes, while bright and intelligent, seemed to hold a tinge of sadness, but what drew her attention most was his mouth. How many hours had she fantasized about the taste and shape of his mouth, about the firm press of his lips against hers or the butterfly kisses he used to flutter over her skin.
His smile widened. “You’re speechless.”
The warm rasp of his rich baritone danced over her, opening wounds she thought long since healed and igniting a desire she’d hoped long dead. He couldn’t come in here, to her place of employment, and upset everything she’d ever worked for with just two words.
Everything came back in an aching, throbbing fireball, and she clenched her hands at her sides.
“What do you want?” She didn’t bother to hide the annoyance or anger in her voice.
He blinked, and his smile drooped a bit, but he managed to maintain it. “I came to see you.”
“You haven’t given a damn about me in ten years. What’s so special about now? Are you dying? Or have you come to assuage some misplaced sense of guilt? Either way, the café has very good takeout I believe you would enjoy.”
He chuckled, and it produced an ache in areas she didn’t want to acknowledge. “I suppose I deserve that, but you’re wrong, Symmone. I’ve never stopped thinking about you.” His quiet admission stayed her irritation. “And I was wrong to do what I did.”
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