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On A Dark Stormy Night - Lynn Chantale #MFRWauthor

On A Dark Stormy Night #MFRWauthor

On A Dark Stormy Night - Lynn Chantale #MFRWauthorOnce upon a time, on a dark stormy night, you heard those words and knew you were in for an exhilarating and breathless adventure. Growing up, we used books to prolong bedtime and even classwork. I cried at the end of Old Yeller, cheered with the little boy in the Indian in the Cupboard, and laughed at Templeton’s antics in n Charlotte’s Web.

 

Everywhere I look one can see the influence of books if one looks hard enough. How many have heard the line, “is’ a sin to kill a Mockingbird,” or “the love of money is the root of all evil?” How about “the supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting,” and one more “love is the greatest.”

 

After reading L. Frank Baum did you believe there was an Emerald City and a yellow brick road? Or perhaps J.M. Barrie hooked you into never growing up. My personal favorites were Judy Blume and I often wondered as Margaret did, “Are you there, God?”

 

A good book can stimulate the imagination, provide a respite from the traumas of reality, or spur you to take action.

 

Where would we be without Scout’s innocence and fortitude from Harper Lee’s ‘To Kill a Mockingbird.’ The wisdom and plea for a better humanity is Sun Tau’s ‘The Art of War.’ Then a book many of ancestors were taught how to read from ‘The Bible.’ So many of the lessons we share and cliches we have come from this great Book, including ‘The Golden Rule’ —do unto others. . .  

 

Everything I ever wanted to know I learned from a book. When I was too afraid to ask about sex, I went to the library and learned about foreplay, orgasms, and safe sex. When I wanted to know more about how my body worked, I found a book on women’s health. I became a caterer after reading Diane Mott Davidson’s books. and a romance author after reading Harlequin books. I love to read and prefer it over watching a movie or TV show. Books give a tidy, satisfying ending even when the reality is total chaos. How has reading influenced you? 

 

 

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The Designers Bride by Lynn Chantale

The Designer’s Bride #MFRWhooks

For cosmetics heiress Elisabeth Bach, finding the right man hasn’t been easy, especially when her father is bent on arranging her love life for his own twisted purposes. When she falls for fashion designer Jordan Carlisle, she knows she’s met The One, and she’ll do anything to keep their relationship secret from her father’s schemes.

Jordan Carlisle has been waiting a long time for a chance to date Elisabeth and he’s determined to make her his wife. Will a Valentine’s Day proposal be enough to keep her or will his checkered past destroy his future?

 


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Excerpt

“Are you playing matchmaker again, Dylan?”

He chuckled. “No ma’am. He saw you sitting alone.”

“I think I can take it from here,” a smooth, velvety voice interrupted.

Dylan nodded and backed away. Elisabeth straightened a little in her chair. Her breath stuck in her throat at the intensity of the newcomer’s stare. His long slow perusal left her body simmering.

His jet black hair was cut close, the smooth hairline tapering to neatly trimmed sideburns. Otherwise, his rugged face was clean-shaven. He smiled and her eyes were drawn to his full, sexy mouth. For a moment, she wondered how his lips would feel pressed against hers. Desire flooded her veins.

“Jordan Carlisle.” He offered his hand. The oversized watch on his wrist winked in the dim light, vying for attention with his gold cufflinks.

She accepted his hand. “Elisabeth.” She snapped her gaze to his at the crackle of electricity between them. He held her hand a second too long and flirtation gleamed in the depths of his coffee-colored eyes.

“Mind if I join you?” He waved to the vacant chair across from hers.

She shook her head and bit back a sigh when his biceps flexed against the dark silk of his suit jacket. He unbuttoned his coat and sat down.

“I hate dining alone,” he said, smiling apologetically.

“I do too. I was just about to leave.” She studied him from beneath her lashes before meeting his eyes a second time. He seemed familiar to her, yet she couldn’t quite place where she’d seen him. “Have we met before?”

He smiled, wide and easy, and her heart fluttered in anticipation.

“Not formally. I’m a friend of your brother’s. We went to college together.”

His dark good looks and devil-may-care eyes slid into place in her memory. The photo in her brother’s room, of the lacrosse team. Jordan had been the captain.

“You and Drew played lacrosse.”

He nodded. “How is Andrew? It’s been a few months since we’ve seen each other.”

“Out of town at the moment. At a conference.” She reached for her water glass and Dylan reappeared with a second menu. “I’ll have to tell Andrew we spoke.”

“I’m sure he won’t mind.” Jordan smiled again and she melted.

She shook her head. “He thinks I should get out more, but my father has a way of sabotaging my love life.” She sipped her water.

He regarded her a moment, avid interest shining in his eyes. “You are definitely worth protecting.”

Heat crept into her cheeks from his scrutiny as well as the compliment. “You’re pretty suave, aren’t you?”

He chuckled, a smooth laugh that reminded her of warm fudge. “When it suits me.”

“Like now?”

He inclined his head.

“And my father knows nothing about you?”

“Not that I’m aware of.”

She picked up a menu. “Let’s keep it that way.”


 

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These Shoes #MFRWauthor

Walk a mile in my shoes, please. Or is it put yourself in someone else’s shoes? Either way, the phrase encourages you to look at the world through someone else’s eyes, or point of view, (POV for short). Not only is this important in everyday life, but equally important in writing.

 

Early in my career, I was known as a “head-hopper.” This is someone who jumps from one character’s point of view to the other. After all, I was emulating bestselling authors I loved to read. Now that I’ve learned a few things. “Head-hopping” is actually called an Omniscient point of view.

 

I choose to write in third person POV, which only gives you the thoughts of the hero, heroine, or the villain if there is one. So if one of those characters don’t see what’s happening, I can’t write it. Think of it like being in a room by yourself. You can’t see someone walking behind you, but you CAN hear the scuff of shoes or shuffle of feet.

 

The majority of my work is done in third person. I’ll be honest, third person isn’t really a preference. it was a choice. And as I’ve grown as a writer, I prefer third person omniscient. When I read stories in which this technique is used it gives the plot a deeper texture. Think of the character who professes his love to his wife. Wife says the same thing but thinks something contrary. Not only do you have conflict, but there’s an elevated level of tension in knowing that the wife has this secret, but how and when will the husband know the truth?

 

There are many choices of POV: first person, second person, (truthfully, I haven’t seen this one in action), third person, omniscient, and third person omniscient. I’m sure there are more out there, but those I’ve mentioned are the most familiar. So before I write a scene, I need to walk a mile in my character’s shoes, whether they’re stilettos or a pair of Timberlands. I need to know how they’ll react to their situation. As for me, give me a comfy pair of Skechers any day. 

 

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