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!

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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:

http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18039226-the-space-in-between

 

Here’s a description!

WARNING: The following story contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations. It is intended for readers 18+ older. 
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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?

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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 

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. 

Always,

-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.

Live. 

Without.

Regrets. 

Always,

Brittainy Chantal

My Own Experience

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“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.

Always,

-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.