Today, I have author Lynn Chantale in the interview chair. We discuss her latest release His True Love, book one in the True Detective Series, a mystery menage romance. Don’t forget to enter the Rafflecopter giveaway.
1. Can you, for those who don’t know you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an author?
Lynn: How I became an author, I’d love to say it by accident, but that’s soooooo not the case. When I was a little girl, I used to write mystery stories featuring a precocious 4 y/o who, along with her best friend solved mysteries.
I read a lot of Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys, Encyclopedia Brown and such. Slowly I graduated to Victoria Holt, MAry Higgins Clark, and then came the category romances.
After one too many mature, wealthy man imposing his will on a naive, young woman, I figured I could do better.
Lol. I don’t know if it’s better, but at least they are characters and locales I can identify with. Nothing against a ranch in Wyoming or Montana. It’s just that this city girl can identify with a working farm in the rural fields of Michigan where civilizations is a mere five-minute car ride away.
2. What is something unique/quirky about you?
Lynn: I am impatient. Not for everything, but anything where I have to wait. That’s why you’ll see me listening to a book, or knitting. I have to occupy my time, because I hate waiting.
3. Tell us something really interesting that’s happened to you!
Lynn: One interesting thing about me is that I have a guide dog. I’ve had him just over a year and he has certainly enriched my life.
4. What are some of your pet peeves?
Lynn: Some of my pet peeves are people who interrupt my workout in the gym, chairs not being pushed in, mumbling, and being ignored.
5. If you knew you’d die tomorrow, how would you spend your last day?
Lynn: I would spend my last day with the people I loved the most. We would have a huge party and I would make sure each of my loved ones knew how much I loved, cherished and appreciated them. I’d name them, but don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings if they don’t see their name.
6. Who is your hero and why?
Lynn: I know it’s cliche, but my dad has always been my hero. As a kid he was this larger than life guy, complete with rippling muscles and everything. He’s play dolls, tea parties, let me dance on his feet. He taught me to drive, balance a checkbook, and what a man looks for in a woman.
My dad and I share the same eye disease, so to watch him overcome many of the same obstacles I face, just adds to the hero worship. Did I mention my dad has followed his childhood dreams and is now a professional wrestler with Pure Pro Wrestling at it Finest? Go Father Time.
7. What are you passionate about these days?
Lynn: These days I’m passionate about writing. For a few years I fell by the wayside. Life body slammed me and well, it took a while to get back up. Now, I’m doing my best make up for lost time.
Another project I’m passionate about is advocating for those with visual impairments. Getting involved with my local chapter of the Council for the Blind has allowed me to not only remain encouraged, but has giving me inspiration. We are a diverse bunch of people and the only thing that stops us from accomplishing anything is ourselves.
8. What do you do to unwind and relax?
Lynn: I read, journal, bake, knit, or go for a walk. Sometimes I can do three of things at one time. 🙂
9. How do you find time to write as a parent?
Lynn: When my boys were little, I wrote late at night and in the wee hours of the morning. If I tried to write while they were active, I didn’t get much done. Now that I have a 5 y/o I help co-parent, some of the same rules apply. I try to write while he’s in school and late at night. Otherwise, it’s endless requests for fruit with the juice in it, or chips, can you button me, or can you play with me, or can we go to the park, or can you tell me a story? The last is my fave, we’ve reinvented The Three Little Pigs, The Little Red Hen, and love Pete the Cat.
10. Describe yourself in 5 words or less!
Lynn: Authentic, Intelligent, creative, compassionate, wary
11. When did you first consider yourself a writer?
Lynn: I think it would’ve been when I wrote my very first manuscript while in high school. I grew up in the 80s and there was no easy access to guidelines and such. It wasn’t until the 90s that I became aware of who to send my manuscripts. Once I did, there was lots and lots of rejections.
12. Do you have a favourite movie?
Lynn: I have several favorite movies. Clue is one and anything with Jimmy Stewart. It’s A Wonderful Life, or The Greatest Show on Earth will do.
13. Which of your novels can you imagine made into a movie?
Lynn: That’s a really good question. I’d say any of the romantic suspense ones would be good movies.
14. As a writer, what would you choose as your mascot/avatar/spirit animal?
Lynn: This would have to be a meerkat. They are resilient little creatures. Not just that, they have a matriarchal society. The Alpha female chooses her mate, and she can choose to keep other females and her children in the family or kick them out.
Title: His True Love
Series: True Detective Series
Author: Lynn Chantale
Genre: Mystery Menage Romance
Blurb: In a small town, in a popular bar, beautiful women disappear. This could just be a coincidence, but private investigators, Carson, Matt and Nathalie don’t believe in them. So they go undercover.
However, when one of the missing women turns up dead, the trio is disturbed to learn the woman bore a striking resemblance to Nathalie; they increase their efforts. When Nathalie disappears from the same bar, Carson and Matt will do anything to find her.
Note: Contains explicit descriptions of sex, strong language, and descriptions of violence.
Weeping, the kind which does its best to go unnoticed, filled the ominous silence. The constant whimper invaded the consciousness of the woman sprawled half on half off the bed. With effort the woman forced her heavy lids open and blinked in the frail darkness. She shifted, then toppled to the hard-packed earth with a grunt.
Gripping her pounding head, she sat cross legged on the floor and rested her back against the wall. She rolled spit around her mouth in an effort to loosen her swollen tongue from the roof of her mouth. What the heck happened?
“Sean?” she croaked. Her voice was low and rusty from disuse. Had she passed out? They, she and her fiancé Sean, hadn’t even had that much to drink.
“No Sean here,” came a shaky singsong voice.
Had she passed out somewhere else? She shifted, moaning when her stomach shifted and slid like old grease on water. “This isn’t funny, Sean.” Finally, she looked upward.
Not home. Nowhere near home.
Weak sunlight filtered through the dingy mullioned glass block windows. From somewhere, a woman wept as if trying to do it in secret. The dirt floor was hard, and sported a colorful rug, a camped with a stingy mattress and rolled sleeping bag sat in one corner. While a toilet and shower, well more like a hose with a nozzle occupied the other corner. At least that section of the room had an actual floor. The faint stench of sewage gave her an idea of what was supposed to go on there.
Definitely not at home.
Rough gray cinder blocks formed the walls and thick wood and bars made up the front of the cell. A soft, soothing alto sang an old Cyndi Lauper song, something about girls having fun.
She was not having fun. She wanted to go home. She didn’t want to be in this dirty, filthy, hovel waiting for God knew what or even worse for whoever had grabbed her to come back and do what? Her heart pounded at the question.
Lynn Chantale resides in Southwest Florida and 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.
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