Thursday, August 30, 2012

Guest Author & Recipe Featuring W. Lynn Chantale

Please help me extend a warm welcome to author W. Lynn Chantale who’s here today to dish on her latest release and fork over a fabulous recipe I’m dying to try! Maybe I’ll even get my husband to cook it for me!

Welcome, Ms. Chantale!    

I love when my husband cooks for me. Hmm, let me rephrase that, I love when anyone else cooks dinner, breakfast, lunch, a snack, brunch. Yeah, I hate to cook. Some readers and fans know I have a Culinary Arts degree. That doesn’t mean I like to cook. However my characters are big fans of being in the kitchen and this time I mean in the capacity in which it should be used. :-)
In Lust and Bound, Zach shares a part of his past in that he had aspirations of becoming a chef. Trisha, while she never wanted to be a chef, just loves being in the kitchen, cooking or otherwise.
So I thought I’d share a tried and true recipe. My family loves this dish and while it’s evolved over the years to accommodate growing teenagers, it’s easy to tweak to your tastes.

Linguine in a Shrimp Alfredo Sauce

1 pound medium size shrimp (about 16-24), peeled, deveined, cooked frozen can be used just unthaw and remove the tails.
1 pound thick cut bacon
4 oz sun-dried tomatoes, cut into thin strips (optional)
1 pound linguine
4 cups chicken broth
1 cup heavy cream
3-4 cloves, minced
8 oz grated parmesan
3 TBLS butter

Cook bacon, cut or break into one inch size pieces. Reserve about a tablespoon of bacon fat. Saute garlic and shrimp. Remove the shrimp and set aside. Add bacon, sun dried tomatoes, if using and about 3 and 1/2 cups of chicken broth. Allow this mixture to reduce to about half. Add cream, butter and stir in about half the cheese. The sauce may be very runny at this point. If this works for you go for it. If not next step will be to add about 2-3 TBLS cornstarch to 1/2 cup broth until smooth, then pour into pan with mixture. Stir until thickened. If it’s not thick enough to suit your taste, add more corn starch. Adjust salt. Add shrimp, toss with cooked pasta and garnish with remaining Parmesan.

In my house this serves five. You can also add broccoli or use grilled chicken instead of shrimp. Have fun with the dish and make it your own.

 Note: When adding cornstarch to a hot liquid, always put the desired amount of starch in a dish add liquid, then add to hot mixture. Also if the sauce gets too thick thin with cornstarch, but the sauce should be like a thin gravy.


Lust and Bound
W. Lynn Chantale

Back of the Book:
Trisha, a recent divorcee, wants to explore the wilder side of sex and discover a more sensuous part of herself. When long-time client Zach Walters suggests a weekend together, she agrees. He provides her with an unforgettable night of hot, sweaty sex, while unbeknownst to either of them the tryst is being recorded.

No woman has ever excited Zach Wallace like Trisha. He’s willing to indulge his fantasies as well as hers, but he can’t afford to get too close. He has a weakness for damsels in distress and a secret to protect. Only one thing threatens their happiness—a vengeful ex-husband.

W. Lynn Chantale resides in southeastern Michigan. Writing has been a passion for as long as she can remembered. Given an ultimatum of either getting published or giving up writing. W. Lynn chose to get published and has never looked back.
Married to her high school sweetheart and romantic heartthrob, they’ve been together for the last twenty years. 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 as well as a member of Romance Writers of America as well Greater Detroit Romance Writers of America, Passionate Ink and Kiss of Death groups.

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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.
“Me either.”
“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.
“I’m not...”
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.”
“Thank you.”
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.”

Thank you for stopping in and joining Ms. Chantale in celebrating her book release!


  1. Thank you so much for hosting me. I do hope you get to enjoy the dish. It has become comfort food in my house.

  2. Congratulations on your latest release! It's my pleasure to have you here, Ms. Chantale! Thank you for the wonderful recipe. I'm looking forward to giving it a try. :)

  3. I'm glad. We had this for dinner tonight. :-)


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