Please help me welcome author W. Lynn Chantale to Reading with Holly! :)
Holly: Hi Lynn! Would you tell us a little bit about yourself?
W. Lynn Chantale: I grew up in the city where it was safe enough for a couple of 12-13 year olds to ride the bus to the mall and spend the entire day there. Maybe that’s why I don’t like the mall anymore, spent way too many Saturdays hanging out in Claire’s. I love silver jewelry, diamonds and chocolatee. Not necessarily in that order though. :-) My two most favorite colors in the world are midnight blue and pink. I hate to cook, love to bake and have very little patience.
Holly: Your life is an action/suspense novel; you’re stuck on a ship and it’s about to blow. If it was just you, you would jump overboard and get away fast, but there are a few people that were being held captive on the ship too. What do you do?
W. Lynn Chantale: Well I’d disarm the bomb, toss the bad guys overboard and rescue the hostages.
Holly: When did you realize that you would like to write and publish a book?
W. Lynn Chantale: I may have realized that in high school and began crafting characters I could relate to.
Holly: Can you tell us a little bit about your book Lust and Bound?
W. Lynn Chantale: Lust and Bound is about a woman searching for excitement in the bedroom.
Holly: Which came first for you, the characters or the plot?
W. Lynn Chantale: The characters, Trisha and Zach, came first and then the plot.
Holly: You’re out demon hunting (because you’re that kind of awesome) and you come across one about to kill a young couple. He has not seen you yet; what is your first course of action?
W. Lynn Chantale: The element of surprise in on my side, so just about anything I do is going to throw him off his game. Toss a rock in one direction and attack from the other side. Hopefully the couple will be smart enough to get out the way.
Holly: Where can we purchase Lust and Bound?
W. Lynn Chantale: Lust and Bound can be purchased from
All Romance Ebooks
Holly: Can we expect more novels from you in 2012?
W. Lynn Chantale: Of course. Street Safe and Love’s Deadly Touch will be out soon from Evernight Publishing. Stealing Christmas in November from Wild Rose Press and under my secondary pen name of C. L. Williams. Micah’s Blessing and His Loving Christmas will make their debut this year as well.
Holly: Are you working on anything at the moment?
W. Lynn Chantale: Yes, I am. A short wrestling series. The characters are a lot of fun.
Holly: Are you reading anything interesting at the moment? If so, what is it?
W. Lynn Chantale: I’m reading Whip Me Real Good by Kassanna
Holly: Can you tell us a little about your first publishing experience?
W. Lynn Chantale: My first time through was wonderful. I had a fantastic editor who didn’t mind the gazillion questions I asked him. He told me what to expect at each point in the process and set the bar pretty high for what I in an editor. So far I have not been disappointed on this publishing journey.
Holly: Do you think you may ever go into another genre?
W. Lynn Chantale: Yes. My first love is mysteries and thrillers. A few of the romances have suspense elements and somehow I wandered into a little urban fantasy with a splash of horror. I write the story my characters dictate.
Holly: Do you have anything you would like to say to your readers?
W. Lynn Chantale: Thank you so much for all your support.
Holly: How much of you or people you know do you think make it into the characters in your novel(s)?
W. Lynn Chantale: There’s a little bit in every novel. I try really hard to not use my hubby as the example for the hero, but that type of alpha male appeals to me. :-)
Holly: Witches or Zombies?
W. Lynn Chantale: Witches. Hate Zombies
Holly: Pepsi or Coke?
W. Lynn Chantale: Coke
Holly: Favorite genre to read?
W. Lynn Chantale: Mystery/Thriller
Holly: Favorite book to movie?
W. Lynn Chantale: Holes
Holly: TV Shows or Movies?
W. Lynn Chantale: Leverage, Doctor Who, Burn Notice
Holly: Thanks so much for allowing me to share a little of myself with your fans and readers. I look forward to hearing from you.
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Zach fumbled the plastic card in the metal slot. When the mechanism whirred and clicked, he twisted the knob, but paused. “I have one rule.” His gaze never left her face.
Trisha met his hungry stare, her lips parting. “What’s that?”
“I don’t share.”
A thrill rippled through her body at the possessive note in his deep, rasping voice.
“You can still walk away.”
Walk away? Was he nuts? She’d waited months for this moment, for freedom. Still, as his eyes raked over her body, waiting for her decision, a tiny seed of doubt wiggled in the back of her mind. She squared her shoulders. Nope. She wasn’t going home until she knew what made her eyes roll to the back of her head and she wanted him to show her.
He shouldered open the door and dragged her to him. The cool kiss of the textured wall greeted her bare shoulders as his mouth, hot and demanding, found hers. She sighed against his lips, jerking his shirt free from his waistband. He cupped her breast, his thumb stroking her nipple. Fire danced through her veins, pooled low. Her heart skipped a beat when he yanked the chiffon from her shoulders, ripping the sheer fabric.
Lifting his head, he flashed a quick smile, his mist-gray eyes shining with heat and mischief. “I hope you weren’t too attached to this dress.”
She didn’t care how he got her clothes off, just as long as he got them off. Her pulse raced and her breath quickened when the thin silk of her slip followed the fate of her dress. Trisha slid her hands beneath his shirt, his skin warm and smooth beneath her palms.
“Now what am I supposed to wear home?”
Zach grabbed her wrists, shackling them in one large hand and raising her arms above her head. She gasped as her breasts thrust upwards, straining for attention. “We’ll worry about that later.” He dipped his head, capturing one taut peak in his mouth.
She arched against him as desire further hardened her nipples and set her blood to simmering. His fingers brushed the curve of her hip, before drifting lower, tracing the sensitive skin below her garter belt.
“You’re a bit naughty, Trish,” he whispered against her mouth.
Her answering chuckle melted into a moan when his fingers stroked her damp pussy. His eyes widened when his hand met no barrier.
“Very naughty indeed,” he murmured. He leaned away, cool air skittering across her heated flesh. “I’ve waited so long for this.”
“Too long,” she agreed.
Pivoting, he grabbed her hand and led her into the bedroom. The king-size bed dominated the room and sat in front of the mirrored doors to the closet. Artificial candlelight flickered around the room, casting muted shadows against the wallpaper while the soft scent of jasmine wafted through the air.
Warm fuzzies squeezed her heart. Despite being a day early he had surprised her. She stepped forward, her nylon-clad feet skimming against something cool and satiny. Rose petals trailed from the door to the bed. She perched on the edge of the bed, too overwhelmed to speak.
When she focused on him, he watched her with a hooded expression.
“It seems like you’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”
He tucked a curl behind her ear. “I get one chance to make a lasting impression.”
His eyes widened when she shoved him back on the bed and straddled his legs. The bulge grew and hardened beneath her thigh. She worked at loosening his tie. Once unknotted, she tossed it aside and focused on the buttons. With each button released from its mooring she revealed more of his amazing body. She pushed the shirt aside to trace the large, colorful dragon/koi tattoo that began on his left pec and wrapped around his bicep to disappear onto his back. Anticipation coiled in her belly. Oh how she wanted to find out how far his tattoo went.
“You’ve tortured me enough tonight and I think it’s time you paid up,” she murmured against his lips. She skimmed light, teasing kisses from his mouth to his jaw.
A startled gasp escaped her lips when he shifted and blanketed her body with his. He captured her wrists in one large hand and held them above her head.
“One day, very soon, I’m going have you tied and helpless beneath me.”
She sucked in a breath, holding his gaze, unwilling to admit how much she wanted the same thing.
He traced the swell of her breasts just above the neckline of her corset. “But there is one image of you I can’t seem to get out of my head.” He touched his lips to hers in a long, drugging kiss that left her craving more. “Are you game?”
“I’m yours for the weekend.”
He chuckled, a smoldering look scorching her body. She responded to that look. “Oh, I like how that sounds.”
Heat crept into her cheeks as she realized what she’d said. “I—uh, yeah.”
He nipped at her neck, even as he settled deeper into the vee of her thighs. The heavy bulge of his erection rubbed against her core. Instinctively she raised her hips in greeting.
“I want to watch you, beautiful,” he murmured against her lips.
She stiffened. “Watch me what?”
He rolled off her and helped her to sitting. “I want to watch you climax, before I send you over the edge again.”