The Space In Between Excerpt

Hey friends! So since The Space In Between comes out in about 16 days! (August 16th!) WOOHOO! I thought I would give ya an excerpt from it! I hope you enjoy!

The Space In Between

I looked at myself and watched my bottom lip quiver. Ladasha tried to convince me there was another way to get the money for rent and I shouldn’t worry about such things. But I wasn’t ready to back down. I could do it. I just needed her to give me a few of her comforting words to ease the freak out that was about to be released into the world.

Ladasha could tell how seriously I was in need of a pep talk so she delivered her best one. “Pretty Woman,” she said.


Pretty Woman. Name the rules. Before she was stupid and went and fell in love and got rich and shit.” She was serious. Most of Ladasha’s best pep talks were based off movies. She was addicted to all movies, and it would be a shock if she didn’t know what was playing in the nearest theater.

I nodded as I thought over the rules of Pretty Woman. “No personal information. No kissing on the lips. No second meet up.”

“Unless it’s Richard Gere,” Ladasha tossed in.

“It’s not Richard Gere.”

“Listen. Just go in there and be your super sexy self. Shake your booty. Collect the cash. If it’s a freak, have Frank handle him. And leave. Easy!”

            Right. Easy.  Pretty Woman rules. I thanked my friend and left the dressing room. Walking through the strip club, I ignored the howls from the hungry perverts coming my way. I felt like a piece of meat about to be tossed into the ring with a pack of lions. As I approached the VIP rooms that had Frank, the security guard, standing in front of the door, I let out a halfway smile.

“You doing a VIP room, Andrea?” he questioned.  I informed him it was a test drive; he nodded and opened the door. “You got fifteen minutes. After that, I grab you out.” I closed my eyes and did a quick prayer to God that it wasn’t a creep. Please, God. Don’t send me a motherfreakin’ creep.

I stepped into the room in my shiny heels and Frank closed the door behind me. When I opened my eyes and stared at the man sitting across from me, I gasped. He was beautiful. He wore a button-down black long-sleeved shirt with charcoal slacks. Even with the clothing, I realized how perfectly made his body was. He quickly rose to his feet and started speaking.

“Hi,” he said as he reached his hand out to me for a handshake. I stood there, confused. Did strippers normally shake hands with their ‘client’? How did I know? I was only a stripper-in-training after all.

“Right.” He pulled his arm back and placed both hands in his slacks. Involuntarily, my eyes watched his hips start to rock back and forth. “So, yeah. I don’t normally do this, but…yeah.” He murmured to himself and cussed under his breath. “My manager thought it would be a good idea. A new start, a fresh take…”

Did he not recognize me? He looked so different from the last time I saw him in person. Sure, I was only thirteen, but his dimples hadn’t changed. His crooked smile still remained the same.

Cooper Davidson had been sculpted by the gods. His tan, smooth skin, his low-buzzed blond hair, and his green intense eyes were like the ones of fairy tales. His lips were able to create a grin that made every woman melt and every straight man jealous. And to top it off, the gods had given him a voice box with a southern drawl that made all of the girls of my hometown crazy when he would come visit his cousin during the summers.

“You don’t remember me?” I whispered as I stepped closer to him. Sure, my hair was going through a strange gothic-black, short-cut phase, which was much different than my usual blond, long waves. But still. I was still me. What was I thinking? Of course he wouldn’t remember me…

Cooper stared at me and raised an eyebrow, his mind tracking through his past.  My eyes followed his mouth, watching him bite his bottom lip and step closer. He stared into my blue eyes with such curiosity floating around in his greens. I saw it happen—the moment he remembered who I was. And then I remembered who I was. I was officially a stripper in training. A wave of embarrassment washed over my face.  My eyes shifted to the ground. I didn’t feel worthy to look his way. I was so ashamed of the path I had traveled in the past months.

Cooper took a finger, lifted my chin up, and grinned widely. “Andie Evans.”

I cringed a bit, but I smiled. “Andrea. I go by Andrea now.”

He nodded. “Of course. Holy shit. How the hell are you?!” He pulled me into a tight hug and held me close. It felt good to be held. It had been so long since…

I pulled away and released a sad grin.  A short gasp fell from my lips at the touch of his soft fingers brushing away tears that started falling from my eyes. My heart landed in my throat, filled with nerves and worry. The idea of my mom and dad finding out about my job was terrifying, yet Cooper quickly eased my fears. “I’ll never say a word. I promise. Holy crap. Andrea Evans as I live and breathe. It’s been, what? Ten years?” We were both in a state of shock. He took a seat and I sat across from him, removing my stupid safari hat.

“Ten years. You went to become a famous photographer and I went to become…” I laughed at myself. The red velvet walls in the room with the dimmed sex lighting told him exactly what I’d become.

“You look beautiful.” He praised me. He hadn’t changed a bit; he was as charmingly sweet as he’d been when he delivered me my first kiss on the cheek at the age of seven. “Last time I saw you, you were falling in love with a guy that wasn’t me.” He smirked.

I nodded my head. “Derrick Stevens.”

“Ah! That’s the jerk’s name! How is Derrick Stevens doing nowadays? Fat? Unemployed? Gay?” He laughed in a joking manner.

I shook my head, resting my hands in my lap. “Dead.”

Cooper’s eyes widened in horror as Frank knocked on the door and opened it to inform us that our nice ‘lap dance’ was over. I looked to Frank and then over to Cooper. He was frozen with a distressed look. I sighed, knowing I couldn’t leave him like that. I didn’t know why, but something inside of me felt like he deserved my attention. Something wanted me to stay in the room. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but it was an urge that I didn’t want to walk away from. Even if my mind hoped to run for the hills, my body was content with its whereabouts.

I turned to the security guard and gave him my fakest grin and a wink. “We’re gonna need a little bit more time, Frank.”

Anddd there it is, folks! I hope you enjoyed!


Brittainy Chantal


I think I found a moment (Random words pouring out). A Poem. Maybe?

I thought this could be fun—just writing whatever words come to me and seeing if it ends up meaning anything. Ready? Set? Go!


I think I found a moment where nowhere is somewhere. And someone is no one.

And eyes cannot see and legs cannot move.

His lips have managed to lose me inside a twisted atmosphere. The beats of my heart do not interfere with the feeling of his whispers against my willing ears.




From all of the limitations of what’s right and what’s wrong. I lose count of my past demons and find count in my current mistakes. Ohhhh but could a mistake taste so sweet? Nevermind what the world has told me of this person who is no one yet I now see as someone. I will find a way to make sure this moment doesn’t pass.

Before my mind reminds me that nowhere’s never last.



-Brittainy Chantal

My Dream’s Coming True!

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted here…but I’ve been a busy bee!

Lets get caught up on the most exciting part: Sooo it seems that my debut novel The Space In Between is coming out August 16th, 2013! That’s 45 days away! I’m so excited, freaked out, happy, and nervous!


A few ARC copies went out to readers and boy oh boy do I hope they love it! It’s a New Adult Romance which you can add to your Goodreads here:


Here’s a description!

WARNING: The following story contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations. It is intended for readers 18+ older. 
She’s scarred by her past. 

ANDREA EVANS is traumatized and guilt-ridden by the death of her fiancée. Tired of the gossiping small town, she travels to New York City to pursue her dream of dance. When her dreams don’t instantly come to fruition, she ends up working at a strip club with her best friend.

He’s uncertain of his future. 

COOPER DAVIDSON is a famous photographer and reality television star trying to flee from his own life filled with paparazzi, mental health clinics, and a cheating wife who is pregnant. 

When Andrea and Cooper’s paths cross, they realize how damaged and in need of escapism they both are. The two create an arrangement to explore the space in between chaos and order with one another. The rules are simple—no emotional connections, no talking about the past, no speaking of the future, and when one finds order, the other walks away. 

All is well until Cooper falls in love with Andrea. Will Andrea open up and let someone else into her closed off heart? Can Cooper stop the tabloids and his crazed wife from exposing his past and painting Andrea as a prostitute to the world before her life spirals back down to the land of chaos?


I cannot wait to share this with you all! I’m so happy that my dreams are finally coming true 🙂 


How are you all doing? Wonderful I hope!


-Brittainy Chantal 

He makes it easy to fall in love (A Poem)

He makes it easy to fall in love.

What does it mean when he doesn’t speak a word?

When he comes around the corner and my stomach stirs?

Do I open my mouth or let my eyes speak?

Will he turn my way or walk right pass me?

I feel my soul yearning for his presence,

But my ideas of society’s egotistical ways remind me that I am not worthy of his glance.

I am not slender. I cannot curl my hair. I walk with a leap and I sometimes swear.

My humor is tainted. I somewhat hate crowds. My mother informed me that I’m hard to be around.

My sister is blonde but my locks are stained black.

If I were to smile, he would notice my cheeks filled with fat.

He makes it easy to fall in love.

But who would choose the raven when he could surely have the dove?

-Brittainy Chantal

The damage is done.

Err—or the damage is just beginning. I just sent my novel off to the editor.

It’s out of my hands.

It’s like my baby is going to his grandma’s for a few weeks while mommy drinks wine and worries.But I’m certain my baby will love and appreciate the attention from grandma. I had to cut the cord sometime..and today was that day.

Now, where’s my Sweet White Roo wine? Also known as my new favorite white wine. I better get two bottles. 😉


-Brittainy Chantal

Lovers don’t meet.

Lovers don’t meet. 

Lovers are always together. Even before they cross paths in the physical, they can feel each other’s presence. They can feel a pull in their spirits towards each other.  Nothing as large as space or as random as time can ever keep them apart as long as they live within each other’s souls. 

Lovers don’t meet, no. Lovers awaken from within to the sound of each other. And when that fire is ignited, when those hearts know that right here and right now is their moment, then there is nothing and nobody that could ever put out that eternal flame. 


-Brittainy Chantal