I'm excited to have the talented W. Lynn Chantale visiting today. Welcome...
Tell us a little
about yourself...
Hmm, this is always
difficult because I never really know what to say or what someone really wants
to know. I love to laugh. I don’t like movies that make me cry. I hate cooking,
but love to bake. My patience is reserved for loved ones and those on a case by
case basis. Let’s see what else, adventure is fun, boredom is death and my mind
resides at 69 Gutter Lane. Other than that, I’m married have three children
(who think I’m wickedly awesome) and have been writing since grade school.
When did you start
writing?
I started writing
so many years ago from making up mystery stories about a four year old sleuth
to romance. Now I’m here. :-)
Do you write
full-time or do you work a dirty day job?
Yes, I write
full-time and I love it. I traded in my dirty day job about two years ago you
pursue my dream.
Do you believe in
love at first sight, or love must blossom?
Both and I’ve
experienced both. Now as to which one lasts longer I really couldn’t say.
What is your most
uncomfortable moment?
I’ve had so many
over the years and none are fit for sharing. :-)
Name Your Ten
Temptations...
Pet: Cat or dog?
Cat
Material: cashmere,
silk, cotton or denim? Cashmere
Hair length: long,
shoulder, shaggy, short or bald? shoulder
Eye color: brown,
blue, green or hazel? blue
Performing arts:
0pera, ballet, Broadway or symphony? Symphony
Jewelry: diamonds,
pearls, jade or rhinestones? Diamonds
Flowers: orchids,
roses, lilies or daisies? Orchids
Embittered by
divorce, Dexter Carson resolves to live without love or family. When he arrives
at a job site, the last thing he anticipates is his instant attraction to the
ebony-haired client. But work comes first, and he's determined to maintain a
professional distance, no matter how his body reacts to her soft scent and
feminine curves.
Beautiful, intelligent, Molly Crosby, always doubted a man would love
her, and now that she's forced to care for her infant niece, all hope seems
lost. But when she meets Dexter the rugged contractor, she longs to discover
what's behind his solemn demeanor, especially when he rewards her with a
devastating smile.
When a
bombshell threatens the tender relationship that’s been fostered, will Molly's
love be enough to overcome the mistakes of the past, or will Dexter walk away
on his only chance at love and family?
She’d
locked the door, something he advised all his clients to do until they felt
comfortable enough. Dexter knocked again.
A
faint, “coming,” drifted through the door along with the quick shuffle of feet.
A moment later the lock scraped back and the door flung open.
His
breath caught in his throat. Soft, tousled curls framed her face, giving her
the allure of some sensual pin-up girl. Genuine delight lit her light brown
eyes as her full, pouty lips were parted in greeting. He couldn’t stop himself.
His body moved on its own volition and he found his mouth on hers. She curled
her fingers in his shirt as he dragged her closer, molding her voluptuous
curves to his lean, hard frame.
She
opened for him, receiving his kiss as if she’d been waiting for it all day. He
drifted a hand down the curve of her spine until he grabbed a handful of her
luscious rear. Her arms tightened around his neck as he lifted her slightly,
settling in the vee of her thighs. He tangled his other hand in her hair,
drawing her head back to give him better access to her mouth.
She
tasted like a promise whispered on a moonlit night. He deepened the kiss,
savoring her unique flavor, allowing it to roll across his tongue and take root
where he’d never be able to remove her. She made a small noise in the back of
her throat as she seemed to press her lithe body even closer, grinding against
his arousal. Lightning arced from his erection, through his veins. Abruptly he
pushed her away.
“I—oh
God!” He dragged a hand across his head, dislodging his cap. It fluttered to
the floor with a quiet thud.
Molly
clutched the counter behind her, her eyes a little unfocused. Dexter took in
her dazed appearance, kiss swollen lips, and wanted to gather her in his arms
again. A siren’s smile curved that sensuous mouth and he longed to sample her
sweetness again.
“I
haven’t been kissed like that since high school graduation,” she murmured.
The
silken rasp of her voice danced over him, making him long for a whole heart and
an eternity to explore this sizzling attraction. But his heart wasn’t whole and
he’d totally lost his head. With a client at that. When she extended her hand,
he stumbled back.
“Ms.
Crosby. I—” he began.
“It’s
Molly, especially if you’re going to kiss me like that.” Humor filled her eyes.
She stepped forward and he put more distance between them. “Dexter, please
sit.” Another step. He shook his head, but stayed put. “I enjoyed the kiss and
I’m glad it happened.”
Surprise
coursed through him and must have shown on his face. Her smile widened.
“But…”
She
stood in front of him and gently twined her fingers with his. He looked down at
the way their hands fit together. They felt right. He dragged his thumb against
the smoothness of her skin, reveling in the satiny softness. She’d felt so good
when he held her. He stifled a groan and tried to pull away, but she retained
his hand.
“Dexter,
I know you may think this is forward of me. But I want to get to know you. I
felt something the first time I saw you.”
He
could only stare and shake his head.
She
moved closer, her breasts brushing his chest. “Maybe not now, but in time.” She
palmed his cheek. “All I’m asking for is for you to give a little. I’m willing
to wait.”
The
hopeful note in her voice touched a need deep inside, where he forced all his
dreams and desires. He studied her a long moment. She was being open and honest
with him and where most women would’ve slapped his face, she’d embraced the
kiss, offering to get to know him better. He didn’t have the right to make her
wait for something that would never happen. “Molly…”
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Hi Rhonda. thanks so much for having me here. LOVE the cowboy. I could stare at him all day.
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