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

He Looked My Way: The Power Of A Crush

The first crush.

The Beginning

I had my first true crush in 8th grade. Let’s call him Matt. Matt was the funniest kid in my school to me, and my friends always mocked me about him. I always believed I didn’t have a shot with him because A) I wasn’t popular B) I wasn’t popular and C) I wasn’t popular. I was a super shy girl who was overweight and awkward, who kept to her friends *friends I still hold dear to my heart today and always will. And yes, they still mock me about Matt to this day*

I always understood that Matt was a ‘from a distance’ crush but that was alright. He still was funny and charming from a distance. Then, one day in 10th grade I walked into my science class and our teacher said we were switching seats. And she put me next to Matt.




The Middle

The young soul I was started to internally freak out as I went to sit next to him. I don’t think I learned a thing that semester, but that was alright. I was young and excited and probably sweating bullet *gross!*

He was just as charming and funny when he wasn’t at a distance.

Of course, nothing came of it. I graduated high school and moved on to college.

The End

I dated around for awhile but nothing serious. One day during my senior year, I was in a relationship and my boyfriend at the time said, “Hey, Eric wants us to go out to eat with him and a friend, you up for it?” I had the biggest exam of my life the next day, but I guess I needed dinner, so I agreed.

When we met up with Eric, I saw his friend.




It was Matt. Standing in front of me. With my boyfriend. And I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. Not only did he greet me and hug me, but we spent the next three hours hanging out. Just me and Matt. *okay okay, and boyfriend and Eric—but does that matter?*

And then Matt left. And My first crush finally had the ending that it wanted. A final hug and a ‘great seeing you’. It was the perfect ending to this ‘not so fairy-tale fake romance’.


In my stories I like to make my characters feel as deeply as that 16 year old version of myself felt. Those butterflies, those ‘what ifs’, those nerve-wrecking feelings.  There’s this magical moment that happens in my stories. There’s a beginning of the crush, there’s the middle, and then there’s the end. It’s at the end that you discover if it is nothing more than a crush, or if it transforms into a love.

And the best thing? It happens to everyone. Not only to a sixteen year-old. But to an eighty year-old. A forty-seven year-old. Crushes don’t stop after high school, but they travel with you as long as your heart beats, as long as your palms sweat.

Never underestimate the power of writing about a crush. Give your hero or heroine a moment to truly feel that deep emotion. The possibilities are endless and powerful. And when you write the crushes correctly, the readers will too, leave with a feeling of bliss.

Now, time for me to get back to writing about love and other dramatic things.


-Brittainy Chantal