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 


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

Let Go

Let go of all of life’s restrictions.

Dance poorly. Speak fast. Hug a stranger. Hug a friend. Jump in puddles. Adopt a puppy. Find a four leaf clover. Skip down the street. Sing loudly. Eat chips for breakfast. Eat salad for breakfast. Jog. Walk. Run. Sit. Go to a place that scares you. Live in a place that changes you. Allow new. Let go of the old. Just breathe. Scream. Go to a fair. Eat cotton candy. Fall in love. Fall out of love. Find a new friend. Leave an enemy.

Smile in the rain. Cry in the sun. Kiss in the dark. Hug in the light. Read a book. Write a novel. Don’t over-think. Try yoga. Hate yoga.Take a different route to work. Quit your job. Spell things worng. Find a new passion. Invent a new toy.





Brittainy Chantal

My Own Experience


“My own experience is that everybody is born with a certain talent, and unless he lives that talent to its fullest, something in him will remain missing. He will go on feeling that somehow something is not there that should be.” -Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh

Don’t let your talent whisper. Allow it to scream from the mountain tops.


-Brittainy Chantal

Today I Married The Rain: A Love Story

The first spring thunderstorm roared outside the classroom windows. I shuttered at the thought of walking home without an umbrella. Was it supposed to rain today? I wondered. I would have planned better if I knew. As I collected my belongings and headed towards the door, I cursed under my breath; hoping I wouldn’t catch a cold. Then again, what would it matter? My social life was quite nonexistent on campus. The only difference with having a cold would be that I would need a box of Kleenex to watch my reality television.

I sighed as I stepped out into the deluge, ready to meet my maker, ready to be drenched. Yet, when I looked up, my eyes met with a large black umbrella. I turned to my right to see two green piercing eyes and a crooked smile looking towards me, “Which way you heading?” The deep voice asked me. The sexy southern drawl that released from his vocal box almost made me fall over into the puddle, but I held my composure the best I could.

“South Williams Dorms.” About half a mile away from the rest of the dorm rooms on campus.

“I’m heading that way, too. Mind if I join you?” He ran his hand over his face, as I studied his five-o-clock shadow. For a brief moment I thought of running my fingers through his beautiful black waves. But instead, I only nodded, allowing him to walk me home.

He always sat in the back of the class, always answered every question right, and always made the beautiful girls follow him out of the classroom. I was not a beautiful girl. But I did secretly follow him with my eyes. From a distance.

I knew my chubby cheeks and round face was not worth his kisses. I knew that I wasn’t the type who was allowed to follow him out of the classroom.

Yet today, he followed me. And he offered me to hold on to his umbrella. We spoke about class, and homework, and our future plans. Mister beautiful was destined to be an architect, and me, a graphic designer.

I laughed with him and blushed even more as he complimented my thick brown hair, he said it enhanced my eyes.

As we approached my dorm, I thanked him for his kindness, offering him his umbrella. He declined as he stepped back into the rain and became soaked. As his hands slid into his jean pockets he smiled towards me, “I live in North Williams Dorms.” His dorm was a complete half mile away from the dorm we were now standing in front of.

I scowled him for going out of his way just to get me home dry, and held out his umbrella so he could get home. He just shrugged and started to walk away.

“Hold on to it, perhaps one day, you can walk me home.”

My heart felt as if it skipped a beat, at the same time, it felt like it was beating faster and faster. I watched him disappear down the street and was in complete awe. It was as if he wasn’t getting beaten with the rain, yet it seemed as if he was the rain.

I didn’t even know his name.

But it was in that moment that I knew he was the one for me.

These types of things never happened to me. I wasn’t the girl who was noticed. I wasn’t the girl who was walked home. As I watched him, I felt a need to know more about him. I needed to…

Opening the umbrella, I rushed towards him and nudged him in the arm, “Which way you heading?” I asked.

His halfway smile appeared, “North Williams Dorms.”

I nodded as I dropped the umbrella and the water refreshed me and ran down my nose, “I’m heading that way, too. Mind if I join you?”

He chuckled and moved my soaked hair behind my ears. His eyes studied mine for awhile as the thunder supplied us with a breathtaking soundtrack. His lips tasted like berries.

No umbrella needed this time; no words that could express what we both were feeling. I knew it right then and there. And I knew that he felt it too. A burst of color emerging from our souls.

Someday, I would marry that architect with the beautiful black waves.

But today, today I married the rain. 

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

Happily Ever Afters?

I have always been in love with the idea of love. All kinds of love. The romantic love, the friendship love, the dysfunctional family love.

Each of those loves has a different  level of depth to them. Let’s look at romantic love for example: There’s the young lovers, old lovers, distant lovers, puppy lovers, opposite lovers, stranger lovers, best friend lovers, violent lovers etc…you get the point.

And as a writer, no matter what, I find myself coming back to the idea that my stories have to end with the ‘Happily Ever Afters’.

This isn’t to say that some minor or supporting characters do not die. This isn’t to say that there aren’t super heavy moments in the stories that break your heart. It’s just saying that at the end of the day, on that last page, there is a happy moment.

The way I see it is that people need the happily ever after. Not only do people need it, but they freaking deserve it! You need a moment to feel good and say, “Yes! That’s what it is all about!” It’s not about the money. It’s not about the status. It’s not politics that move us. But it’s that human connection. That feeling that for one moment in time there is another person who sees you for who you are, and still loves you with ever fiber in their being.

As a reader, by all means you deserve to get lost in a love story.

When I craft my characters in my novels and screenplays, I make it a love triangle. There’s the hero, the heroine, and then there’s you. You get to fall in love, too. You get to watch as it all unfolds. You get to see the hero’s deepest thoughts. You get to experience the heroine’s painful discoveries. You get to watch their false victories and true failures. You are part of them, just as they are a part of you.

People say that romances are the most cliché genres out there and I say SO WHAT?! A great romance novel makes you stay up late reading, go to sleep dreaming, and wake up longing for more. A great romance novel is a reminder that there is someone else on this planet with the same hopes and dreams that you have. A great romance novel inspires, educates, and leaves your lips curved up with satisfaction of a job well done.

So cliché or not, but happily ever afters are something worth fighting for.

So this is my vow to my readers. This is my promise that my romances will twist at your hearts. I vow that there will be sadness. I vow that there will be laughter. I promise that there will be different levels of love. I promise that there will be anger.

And I promise you there will be always be a happily ever after.

For as long as we both shall live.


-Brittainy Chantal