Cover Reveal: Guardians, A Touched By Light Series, Book 1 of 3

IT’S COVER REVEAL DAY!! Guardians is available for PREORDER now! Publish date is set for October 31, 2018 – Halloween.

A HUGE THANK YOU TO YOUNG ADULT BOUND BOOK TOURS FOR A WONDERFUL COVER REVEAL FEATURE!Guardians Proof two

I’m so excited to unveil the cover of my latest novel Guardians! This book is not my usual hot and steamy romance. It’s technically a paranormal romance, but the two main characters struggle just to be friends throughout this novel. Instead the heat is found in the strength of our heroine. This girl struggles throughout her daily life, but refuses to give up. She’s a brave and determined female lead looking for a new life far from her past. Only, she has no idea what really lurks in the depths of the darkness that has plagued her entire life.

Introducing Riley and Reymend!

Riley had spent her entire life terrified of the shadows and darkness that followed her everywhere she went. They ruined her chances at a normal childhood and tormented her throughout her teenage years, labeling her the freak in her hometown, but now was her chance to start over. After receiving her acceptance letter from Bradford University, a chance at a new life and new friends in a town far away from home filled Riley with such hope for the future, but never had she dreamed of meeting the most gorgeous guy on campus. Not only was he attractive, but the shadows were chased away whenever he was near. Riley hoped she could hold on to him, but how could she hope for so much when she had only ever had so little?

Reymend may look like just another student at Bradford University, but his world was greater than any mortal could understand. He was blessed by the Light, trained to be a Guardian, a warrior against the shadows of Midnight that plagued Touched souls in the never ending battle of Light and darkness. It was his duty to protect those souls, and his next Charge was Riley. She didn’t understand the shadows that followed her relentlessly, but one day, she was going to be stronger than any Guardian in the history of the Light, if the darkness didn’t claim her first.

I am beyond excited to announce this novel is available for preorder now from all major distributors. Head over to my Written Works page for a few quick links. Remember: this is only book one of the trilogy. Book 2 is almost finished, and I’m aiming for spring 2019. If you’re looking for your next favorite series, look no further! Guardians is about to reach the top of your list.

Check out the book trailer I put together! Let me know what you think. Guardians is now available for preorder! Publish date is set for October 31, 2018 – Halloween.

New Place to Find Me – Booksprout!

Haven’t heard of Booksprout yet? Well, friends, it’s a platform for writers like me to connect with readers like you. You’ll find advance review copies (ARCs) of my soon to be published books as well as your other favorite author’s books. With what’s coming up soon (soon meaning tomorrow), you won’t want to miss this!

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You can now hear about my new releases and deals in the Booksprout app. Just download it, search for “Lindsay Chamberlin” and click follow!

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Happy Indie Author Day!

Hello my fellow Indie Authors, and to the readers who love us!

As an indie author, I am honored to have a day dedicated to me and my fellow independent writers who grind to build their own name, their own way. We push our work out to readers and make relationships on a deeper level with them whilst dreaming of what it would be like to “make it big”. We may seem insignificant in the grand scheme of books and writing, but I have met so many authors yet to be published with a voice so original, they could teach the big name authors a thing or two about writing. We may not be published by one of the Big 6 companies, but we still have a story to tell and want our readers to enjoy it all the same.

Today, celebrate all the hard work you have completed, and any new projects you may be undertaking with a pat on the back. Regardless if we ever get published, we are putting our work out there one book at a time, and that’s a beautiful thing. Happy Indie Author Day!See the source image

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before – Movie Review

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IMDb: Lara Jean Covey writes letters to all of her past loves, the letters are meant for her eyes only. Until one day when all the love letters are sent out to her previous loves. Her life is soon thrown into chaos when her foregoing loves confront her one by one.

This novel by Jenny Han turned Netflix movie is phenomenal. As a romance writer, I love a good love story. I typically go for the steamy stuff, but this young adult high school romance is wonderfully done. A real life scenario between siblings plays out perfectly, and I found myself envying the sisters symbiotic relationship. Even though there is fluff to this movie that fills the romantic in me with the appropriate amount of awe inspiring moments, this book turned movie tackles tough issues most teenagers traverse like cyber bullying, emotional angst, and finding out who you really are.

I love Lana Condor! She’s a beautiful woman and fills this role perfectly. Her facial expressions are so slight throughout the various scenes emotional appeal, but they hold a huge impact. Don’t even get me started on Noah Centineo! That man is gorgeous! My new actor man crush. There’s a scene where he comes off as cocky with this smirk that makes me melt.

An easy watch, suitable for all ages. I have watched it several times over now and even find myself turning it on for the background noise. You won’t be disappointed. (Don’t tell him I told you, but even my husband enjoyed this movie!)

Writing Competitions

Am I cheap, or am I scared? mac-glasses

I honestly don’t know the answer to that question. I am a writer by nature; a career driven business woman by nurture. The world molded me to pursue a career and climb the corporate ladder while my soul compels me to listen to my muse, to write the characters and their stories for the world to read. I do what I must to make a living, but I do what I want in my free time to keep my soul alive.

I was looking into various writing competitions through a search on Google, and found list after list of open and ongoing competitions. I read a few quick overviews, clicked on a few for a deeper description of the desired submission, but came to one conclusion. Submitting anything into one of these competitions costs money! I found a few free ones, but I do not meet the requirements for most. The ones I do believe I could submit to all cost $XX (double digits) that I’d rather spend on editing or my next book cover.

Then I go to war with myself. Is it really an either/or, or am I just afraid of the feedback? Most of these competitions are just winners or losers, so there really isn’t any promise of feedback, but I know that apprehension is there. I can feel it when I think of submitting my work to be judged. It’s the silliest thing in the world because I self-publish my own novels, for goodness sake! How is this different?

The word “competition” is the only thing I can think of. I’m an extremely competitive person, so the idea of losing is not something that sits well with me. I know I should take a loss and move on. Lord knows I’ve done it numerous times with potential agents and publishers. I just can’t seem to bring myself to do it.

One day. I may even go as far and say, one day this year! Meh, maybe we’ll just stick with one day.

Saying goodbye to the past

When my life rocked sideways during a time of loss, a friend I once considered a sister came to stay with me. photo-1461720486092-b6ee3f33d726She was only with me for twenty-four hours before we went our separate ways, but by the end of that time, something beautifully ashen transpired. We could feel it the moment she walked back into my life, but it wasn’t palpable until the end.

It was in the goodbye.

When I hugged her goodbye, it felt like I was letting go party of my childhood. I felt the angst of my teenage years, the pain and awkwardness as I passed through so many milestones. There was wonder and excitement at finding myself, testing my personality and finding that self actualization. It was all there within our embrace. A tangible energy I could feel gathering between us began to slowly fade away. Like I was releasing a part of me that I had outgrown and moved beyond. Not because it was immature or some underdeveloped piece of me. It was as if this piece of myself allowed me to become the person I am today, completed its mission, and was ready to be released.

The seconds it took to release the hold around her tiny frame were the most drawn out moments in my life. Everything that had once built me up disapated as her arms unwound around me. All of the years I had spent trying to find the person I wanted to be evaporated like a summer rain from the forefront of my mind, finding their place within my mind’s archive. I could feel it slipping from me, all that time spent angry and confused, fumbling and jubilated as I made my way through the day to day.

It wasn’t being thrown away or stuffed into the attic, never to be thought of again. No, it became the diploma hanging on the wall, or the photos you frame to never forget a memory. It became a dormant piece to my life puzzle, the outer frame of my past, but no longer what constituted my center, present day me. It became the footprints in the sand behind me, the path that led me here, but no longer the dominant pieces of me.

As she looked at me, possibly for the very last time, I could see it in her eyes, too. She felt it. The pillars in our lives shifting. We smiled and said one last goodbye. She looked over her shoulder at me, and for the first time in my life, I felt renewed. I had finally released my past and became the full realized person I had fought so hard to be.

She helped me get to this point. I will always love her for that. I will never forget or regret my past. It was the only way to get to where I am today. I look upon it now, hanging on the wall in my mind’s gallery of memories and smile, thankful for it all and overwhelmed by the journey.

I’m not who I was. I’ve grown and become someone I had always hoped I would be. I have a longer road ahead of me to become even more, but to the road I have left behind, its been a beautiful ride.

Memoir: Love, Not – WattPad Exclusive

Live, today, is my newest completed project called Memoir: Love, Not. This 22 part, ~60,000 word novel will only ever be posted on my WattPad account, so join now and enjoy!

This book is a tale based on a true story of a high school girl experiencing what she believes to be love for the first time. The boy she falls for may be full of romance and a burning desire for her, but his only mission in her life is to consume her whole. She traverses abuse in every form while trying her hardest to discover her inner strength and who she is really meant to be.

This story isn’t for the faint of heart, nor those looking for fluff. I’ve written fluffy novels, and I promise you, this isn’t one. These events created a person strong and independent and unafraid to take on a challenge, but the past always remains in our minds as a reminder to the path we took to get us here. This unveiling of a trying time in this young woman’s life is meant to inspire choices very different from her own. Read with the understanding that these events are based in reality, but drenched with fiction. Enjoy!


Based on a true story – Memoir: Love, Not

I don’t care if you don’t believe me. This is my story.

I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t. I mean, my own sister or anyone else I tell doesn’t, so it wouldn’t be anything new, but this is one hundred percent true. As true as I sit in this chair. As true as I scribble in this notebook, waiting to be seen at this free health clinic.

I wish every day that it wasn’t. I hate myself every day because it is.

My life could have been different, but I chose wrong. I know that now. I’m reminded every single day.

It’s gone on for so long that I’m not sure how I can even stop it. The only thing I can think to do, hope to accomplish with writing it all down, is that someday, maybe, it will help you to know which fork in the road you should take.

Maybe you won’t end up like me. Maybe you will choose the right path.

Maybe you’ll have a chance at a life completely opposite of mine.

I hope no one will ever live the life I have.

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***MATURE CONTENT***
This story may contain triggers for strong emotional responses. Warnings will be posted on the various specific chapters such triggers will appear.

This is a very sensitive story. Please be respectful with your comments and feedback.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business, events, or locales is purely coincidental or used fictitiously. The author has taken great liberties with locales including the creation of fictional towns.

Working on my Auntie game

I get to see my nephew about once a week, and I make each week count! He’s so little now, but big for his newborn age. Already in three month clothes and only six weeks old! But every chance I get to hold that little nugget, I do!

When my daughter was a newborn, I used to feel so protective when anyone other than me or my husband would hold her, but now I see why every wanted to! I’ve had friends and younger cousins as babies around before, but there is something about my age now and babies directly related to me that makes me crave to feel their breath brush on my cheek as I brush mine with his. It’s heart melting!

And queue the baby fever!

Before I go and make baby number two happen, I’m working on my Auntie game. He’s too young to spoil with material items right now, so spoiling him with hugs and kisses will just have to do! I will spoil him so much for my sister and make him want to be held all time, just so Auntie can sweep in to the rescue! Muhaha! I just have to remember that is the Aunt to my daughter, so karma may bite back. Hmm..

Insomniac Rambling – #NaNoWriMo

I cannot sleep!

Mainly because I fell off my bike today on a gravel trail and messed my leg up, so I’m in pain, but still cursing the sandman.

I’m laying on my couch since I’m tossing and turning and uncomfortable even after pain medication. I don’t want to keep my husband awake. I’m scrolling through my social media feeds, looking up random bits of information, and just generally trying to tire my brain out when and idea hits me.

I don’t know where it comes from or why tonight at one in the morning it decides to makes it’s entrance, but here it is in all of it’s glory.

At the beginning of September, I committed to #NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month, in which I will write 50,000 words in one month on an idea I either haven’t thought of or fully developed yet. I’ve been leaning towards one idea, but there isn’t a plot or any real basis for a story, so I wasn’t set on it.

Tonight, I think I’m set. Maybe insomnia is a good thing! We’ll see come November when I start writing. Until then, I’m working on the prep through an Instagram challenge for the month of September! Follow me on both!

The Greatest Showman – Movie Review

I have never been so captivated by a movie the moment it begins. The beginning number “Greatest Show” literally left me with goosebumps, and I couldn’t look away from the screen! With each piece of the story, each score, each beautifully cinemagraphed scene, I was hooked the moment Hugh Jackman came on the screen.The Greatest Showman poster.png

The real P.T. Barnum was not a man looking to expose the world to the oddities of the world, but a salesman, exploiting his customers desire to be “hoodwinked”. He even coined the saying, “A sucker is born every day.” He knew what it took to sell his product even if the product wasn’t the most moral or honest offering.

The P.T. Barnum in this movie was depicted as “the good guy”, giving a bunch of misfits an opportunity to be part of something that wouldn’t depict them as obscene or undesirable, but someone people wanted to see, paid money to be part of. It may be the truth that Barnum wanted to put these people in the limelight to be part of something bigger than themselves, but the real motive may not have been that golden.

Regardless of the morals of Barnum, this story was entertaining, beautifully scripted and scored, and the choreography was incredible. This movie brought out so many emotions, some of which almost drove me to leave the theater, but I won’t spoil that one for you. It is a powerful cinematic feature, and I enjoyed every moment of it, quickly reaching the top of my list of all time favorite movies. If you can’t tell by now, I highly recommend it. Did I mention I own the soundtrack and movie already?