Aug3

Overkill- New Release Out in the World

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My great grandmother, Mallie Phillips Fowler wasn’t your typical sweet little old lady. She was a ball of fire and very sassy. I like to think I inherited some of her moxie. I was in my 20s when she died and she was in her 90s. One of the last times I saw her, she was in her yard with her cane in one hand and a rake in the other and my grandfather, her son, was begging her to go inside and let him do the raking. No way. She was adamant she could do it. He threatened her with the nursing home, but she just laughed and kept on working. She lived a number of months after that. Sadly, I lived over 360 miles away so I didn’t see her as often as I’d have liked.

Two things stand out in my memory of my whole life visiting her. She always, always, always—even those last visits—had a coconut cake on her dining room table. It was the best cake ever. She used fresh coconut and shredded it herself and used the coconut milk in the batter. None of us in the family have ever been able to duplicate it. One of a kind—like her. She also had one of those glass chicken candy dishes and it always had those hard candy mixes in it —you know, the kind you get at Christmas and they get all stuck together? My sister and I spent many hours tugging that junk apart. We each have a candy dish like that in our homes now. Mine holds loose change, though. Lol.

Why am I yakking about this lady? Well, my new book that’s out tomorrow and up for preorder now has a character who has some of my great grandmother’s characteristics. Miss Hattie in my story is one of the minor characters who plays a role in assisting the detectives in solving the murder at the heart of the story. She happens to be pretty sassy and makes a divine coconut cake (I almost said a to-die-for cake, but thought better of it 🙂 )

Overkill is available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble and Black Opal Books, among other retailers. As an ebook or paperback.

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Jul10

Blurb for Overkill- My August 4, 2018 Release

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Overkill, my new book, published by Black Opal Books, out on August 4th tells the tale of the murder investigation of Drusilla Isaacs. She was really disliked as the blurb will tell you!  🙂

Blurb:

No one liked Drusilla Isaacs. She spent a lifetime alienating people, as if making the most enemies was a personal goal. Now she’s dead. Shot, stabbed, and her neck broken…and that’s what the coroner can tell from a first look. It’s up to Maggie Blaine—former friend and one-time victim of the odious Drusilla—and Maggie’s partner, Jacob Brown, to figure out who, out of a seemingly endless list of suspects, would carry out such heinous acts. Their choices are varied. From Drusilla’s husbands—the former and the current—to the women in her life—her secretary, the mother of her husband’s son, or the new wife of her ex-husband. There’s also another option. A serial killer who randomly appears to insert himself into the mix. A tale of murder, gems, drugs, illicit sex, and a cast of villains who all have one thing in common—their hatred of Drusilla Isaacs.

Feb1

Preorder for Captain Vane’s Daughter

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New release from my alter ego – Pirates! History! Romance! Adventure!

Author's avatarJillian Chantal

It’s up and ready for preorder. The release day is February 6, 2018. The paperback will hopefully be up before that. It’s in process now. I love this story. It’s a tale of pirates and adventure. It’s also a honking big book- just short of 90,000 words (!)-

I was inspired by the Starz program Black Sails, to write this story. It’s nothing like that series but that was certainly where the seeds of my tale were planted in my noggin.  BUY LINK

Blurb: 

Lydia Vane has been told all her life that she is the illegitimate daughter of the savage pirate, Captain Charles Vane. Her mother perished in childbirth, leaving her with a cruel grandmother. As soon as her evil grandmother died, Lydia, along with her faithful companion and freed slave, Benedict, set sail for the West Indies to find the truth of her parentage. Immediately upon their…

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Dec27

Inspiration-

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My new release Cowboy Boots on the Ground was inspired by a song. It’s by Olivia Newton John and I even named the main character Olivia. She owns Ollie’s Bar and is in hiding from her stepfather who wants to kill her. She bought a country bar in Texas as no one would think to look for her there.

Her fiance broke up with her before she was in danger and they had a special song that reminds her of him. In the opening scene, she’s talking about the song she hates that everyone always plays on the jukebox. Ending up in tears, she has to leave the main part of the bar to hide in her office.

Can you guess the song?  If not, here is a link.

Dec18

Preorder Time! Cowboy Boots on the Ground

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The preorder at Amazon is up now.  Romantic suspense starting in Texas and heading to the Big Apple!  Get your copy today!

Here’s where ya click.

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Dec8

Cowboy Boots on the Ground- Excerpt

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Here’s an excerpt for my December 23, 2017 romantic suspense release:

  • Excerpt:
    He wanted to help, and he probably could—if she
    could trust him…
    Olivia picked her chair up and sat. Sipping her
    coffee, she watched him a few seconds. “Okay then.
    Talk,” she finally said.
    “I was military intelligence for a number of years, so
    if it’s something where you need help in that direction,
    I’m your man. If you need someone with weapons skills,
    I’m your guy there, too.”
    “Why would you think I need that type of help?”
    “Since you got so offended when I made the
    comment about your mother’s illness, my training tells
    me there’s something else going on here than a mere fear
    by a daughter of being held back by her mother’s issues.
    Why don’t you tell me what is going on and let me see if
    there’s any way for me to assist you.”
    “Answer one question first.”
    “What’s that?”
    “Why? Why are you so gung-ho to help me? We’ve
    never really hit it off and, all of a sudden, you’re being
    kind and want to act like the Boy Scout who helps the old
    lady across the street.”
    The phone started ringing again. They let it play out.
    Rocky picked up where they left off. “I want to help you
    because I’m a nice guy, no matter what you might think,
    and I see you need it. There’s a mob outside your door
    who would eat you alive if given half a chance. You
    could call Sharon to assist you but I’m quite sure my
  • skill-set is a bit better at handling those people out there
    than hers.”
    “You’re probably right, but can you blame me for
    doubting your motives?”
    He shook his head. This was getting ridiculous.
    “You’re right. I’m done. Have a nice life.” Rocky rose
    from his seat, shoved the chair under the table, and turned
    toward the back door.
    In the moment his hand touched the knob, she said,
    “Okay. Okay. Sorry. I do need help. Please come and sit.
    I’ll tell you everything.”
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Dec4

New Release – Coming Dec 23, 2017- Cowboy Boots on the Ground

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I have a new romantic suspense novel coming Dec 23 from Black Opal Books.  Here’s the cover and blurb. Stick around for an excerpt later in the week.

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  • BLURB:
    New York heiress Olivia Jacobs flees from her stepfather
    who’s trying to kill her in order to obtain her trust funds.
    Eventually landing in Texas where she buys a country bar
    she names Ollie’s, Olivia believes herself safe. Then one
    night in the bar, some thugs decide to rob the place.
    Ollivia pulls out her Stillson wrench and ends their plans.
    Unfortunately, the event goes viral and the media
    surrounds her home the next day. Her cover is blown and
    her face is all over the tabloids. Now she must run again.
    Rocky, a rancher living in the same town, offers to help
    her escape. Not quite trusting him, or the attraction she
    feel for him, she’s reluctant—that is, until her stepfather’s
    minions show up and she realizes she’s out of options.
    Now both she and Rocky are on the run from one of the
    most powerful men in New York, and things are about to
    get ugly…
Nov28

Dasher and Dancer- a Flash Fiction Piece

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Here’s a bit of flash fiction for the season. It’s called Dasher and Dancer:

Dasher and Dancer

“Dude, hurry up. Time’s a’wastin’,” Rudy said.

Slamming the locker door, the other man tossed his used towel into the hamper. “I’m ready.”

“It’s about time, Dasher. We’re going to be late.”

“Why do you insist on calling me Dasher?”

“You’re the only guy I know who can run the fifty yard dash that fast. The name fits.” Rudy clapped him on the back. “I want you to meet that girl I told you about. She’s just your type. All doe-eyed and brown hair.”

“Then let’s get to that vixen’s party.”

“You don’t like me calling you Dasher but you always call my girlfriend Vixen.”

“Like you said, it fits.” The man referred to as Dasher led the way out of the gym and to the parking lot.

Soon, they arrived at the party. The house was decorated with enough lights to illuminate a small Middle Eastern village.

“I’d hate to be the one to pay your gal’s January power bill.” Dasher rang the doorbell.

“Yeah. I’m glad it’s her nickel and not mine.”

Once they were inside, Dasher glanced around at the crowd. Spying a gorgeous girl near the punch bowl, he turned to Rudy. “Who’s that chick over there with the brown hair rocking around the Christmas tree?”

“Oh her?”

“Yeah, her.”

“We call her Dancer since she’s always boogieing. She’s the one I wanted you to meet.”

“Then lead on.” Dasher followed Rudy across the room to the table laden with cookies, fudge and other sweets. There was one plate of vegetables arranged in the shape of a wreath with lettuce in a circle with tiny tomatoes and kale arranged as holly and another with broccoli, carrots and cauliflower shaped like a Christmas tree.

Glad to see at least one or two healthy foods since he had to keep in running shape, Dasher decided to ignore the snacks for the moment and concentrate on the girl. She really was pretty.

Rudy tapped her on the shoulder. When she turned to face them, Dasher sucked in a breath.  Up close, she was absolutely stunning. And doe-eyed for sure.  He held out his hand as Rudy introduced them.

When she clasped his, hers was so cool and smooth it was all he could do not to put it to his lips and kiss it as if he were from another age or another country.

“Since you’re called Dancer, would you like to dance with me?” Dasher asked.

“I’d love to.”

He was glad the band played a slow song next. That way, he didn’t have to let go of her hand.

Leading her to the area cleared for dancing, Dasher spun Dancer around the room and stared into those beautiful eyes.

As the song, Silver Bells, continued, Dancer hummed along. They moved in unison. Dasher realized she was the perfect Christmas gift for him.

He liked to dash, she liked to dance and they fit together perfectly. Both clearly loved Christmas music. They were meant to be.

THE END… OR…THE BEGINNING…