She’s Here…Meet Jillian Chantal!

     What better way to begin a day that emphasizes love and romance, than to interview a romance writer?  That is exactly what I am going to do this Valentine’s Day as I introduce you to, not only a fellow writer, but a real friend, Jillian Chantal.  She has just released her new book, Sebastian’s Salvation with Siren BookStrand Publishing and has stopped by to share with us not only a bit about the book, but how she goes about bringing her story to life on the page.  Grab that cup of coffee, and let’s get right to it!

KATE:  Jillian, I am so excited to have you here in my little corner of the blogosphere!  Can you begin by telling us a little about Sebastian’s Salvation?

JILLIAN:  Thanks for having me here today, Kate.  I appreciate the invitation to chat a bit about my new release, Sebastian’s Salvation.  It’s a contemporary romantic suspense.  The hero is a former Green Beret who was injured on a mission in Afghanistan, and while in rehab, he learned he had a gift for painting.  He’s now a celebrated artist who paints nude potraits.  He meets the heroine at his one man show in London where she is not very friendly to him.  Once she sees his work in detail, she’s determined to have him paint her.  He sees her as a snobby aristocrat and since she rebuffed him at the art show, he’s reluctant to deal with her.  The excerpt here is the scene where he refuses to paint her portrait.


Joanna Gresham passed Margaret in the hallway of Bast’s building. Margaret carried a saddle under her arm.

Margaret stopped her and hitched the saddle to a more comfortable position. “You one of the many?”

“Many what?”

“Clients of Bast’s?”

Joanna shook her head. “No. But I’m thinking about it. I was at his show last night and am very impressed.”

“With the man or the artist?” The woman smiled coyly

“The artist of course.” Joanna stood tall and looked down her nose at the impertinent woman. The nerve to ask me such a thing. As if I’d be interested in a hoodlum.

“Don’t have to get huffy, Lady Joanna. All the women in town are swooning over the man. Some are even commissioning portraits just to tempt him with their bodies. No harm meant.”

Joanna ran her hands through her hair. “Sorry. Just moody, I guess.”

“No problem. Enjoy your session.”

“I don’t have a session. I’m just going to talk.”

“Good luck then. I think you’ll like Bast. I gotta go. Late for a practice run.”

“Good luck with practice. Ta, Margaret.” Joanna waved good-bye and approached the door to Bast’s atelier. Why am I so nervous? He’s just a man I want to hire. Why should I feel so skittish?

Joanna knocked lightly on the door.

The door burst open, and the man asked, “What did you for—”

He stopped short. “Uh. Sorry, I thought you were Margaret, come back for something she forgot. She always leaves something behind.”

“Is that why you were already at the door?”

He smiled. “Yeah. I give her about three minutes after she leaves to come dashing back. I thought I timed it right.” His smile got larger.

Why does his smile have to be so spectacular? He’s gorgeous even with that scar across his face. “Sorry, it’s just me. I’m not sure if you remember—”

“Of course, I do. You’re the lady in the alley, the one that needed no help with her aching feet. Come on in.” He opened the door wider to allow her access to the loft.

Once they were inside, he showed her over to a client chair. He took a seat behind the desk, leaned across the top, and asked, “What can I do for you?”

She put one hand on the desktop and scraped her nail across the surface. “I was at your show last night—”

“Yeah, I know. I saw you, remember?”

“I recall.” She frowned. Was the man determined to make her feel stupid?

“Sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to interrupt you. Go on.” Bast nodded his encouragement.

“I was thinking I might want a portrait of myself. Your work is impressive. Very tasteful. I know it seems like I’m just jumping on a trend, but I really am in awe of your abilities.”

“Thank you, ma’am. I appreciate it. I’m a little full right now. The show last night garnered me a lot of commissions, and I’m afraid I don’t have time to add one more person to my schedule. I’ll be glad to put you on the waiting list.” He pulled a pad out of his top drawer.

She stood, and the chair teetered and fell back against the wall. “I know what you’re doing. You jerk.”

He leaned back in his chair and looked at her. His face showed no emotion. “What’s your problem, Lady?”

Lady? You say it that way because you know who I am? You think you can be a sarcastic bastard to me?”

“Ma’am, you came in here, didn’t introduce yourself to me, and now you’re offended? I can’t figure that out. All I said was I have to put you on my waiting list. How you think that’s something offensive, I don’t know.” He sat forward in the chair.

She glared. “I’m Lady Joanna Gresham. I don’t do waiting lists.”

He stood up and walked around the desk to her. He got in her face and said, “I don’t do snobby Ladies. So, I suggest you get out of my studio.”

Joanna pushed his chest. “I just bet you don’t do ladies.” She looked around and took in the whole room and nodded toward the fainting couch under the window. “I bet you do the ladies right over there.”

Enraged, he grabbed her arms and shoved her against the wall. He pressed against her. “If I wanted to do a lady, I’d do her right here against this wall.” He lifted her off her feet as if she was no larger than a toy doll and pulled her over to the other client chair. He sat in it and pulled her on top of himself. “Or here in this chair.”

She jerked off his lap and stumbled backward. “How dare you touch me, you arrogant—”

“What? Black bastard? Is that what you want to call me, your white holiness? Lady Joanna Gresham that doesn’t do waiting lists? Huh? Huh? That what you want to say?” He stood up.

She continued to back up. “You’re crazy. You know that? You’re insane.”

He stalked toward her. “And you’re all alone here with me. A crazy, scar-faced, big black man who isn’t intimidated by a title. Now, what are you gonna do?”

“I’m leaving.” She flounced toward the door.

Just as she got to the door and opened it, he slammed his hand on it and shut it. His body leaned against hers. He pressed against her and whispered, “I bet you always leave. When the going gets tough and you don’t get your way, you leave. Right?”

He let go of the door and stepped back. “Thank you for coming by, ma’am. I’ll be sure to not add you to the waiting list.”

She jerked the door open and left.

KATE:  Wow!  I want to find out more about these two.  I sense a lot of sexual tension between these two.  It is hard to ignore.  Can you tell us about how you get started writing a new story?  What inspires you?

JILLIAN:  One of the things I do when I begin a new story is to make a soundtrack of songs that I feel will go with the story. Since I write without an outline and no real advance plotting, sometimes I have songs on the soundtrack that don’t initially make sense but later on, I realize why my subconscious chose a particular song. I play the soundtrack in my car, in my office and pretty much anywhere I can immerse myself in the music. This helps my focus and I believe it helps in the deep recesses of my mind with the plotting. Even though I’m a pantser, I find that my subconscious always knew where the story was going. The brain is a mighty powerful thing!

KATE:  Can you tell us a specific song that ran through your head while you were writing Sebastian’s Salvation?

JILLIAN:   One song that I used on Sebastian’s soundtrack was by The Pet Shop Boys. West End Girls fit the story somewhat as the heroine is a west end of London girl, an earl’s daughter. The hero is not a London east end boy; rather, he’s a New York City east end boy which is totally different but the song worked for me and helped me in the writing of their characters. 

KATE:  Now, I will hear that in my head as I am reading the book.  I just started it, and love it.  Now it will be even better knowing how music influences the characters!  Thank you so much for taking time out of your extremely busy schedule to share with us on Valentine’s Day!

JILLIAN:   Thanks again for having me here, Kate. It’s been super fun.

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Three lives intertwine—a former Green Beret, now a painter of nude portraits tormented by the death of his comrade, an earl’s daughter, and a crazed stalker. Will the acts of the stalker force the soldier back into the life of violence which he sought to avoid?

Sebastian Hughes, wounded on a mission in Afghanistan, discovers a talent for painting nude portraits while in a rehabilitation center learning to walk again after losing part of his leg. He becomes the toast of London society and women clamor to be painted by him.

Lady Joanna Gresham, nursing a broken heart and used to getting what she wants, sets her sights on having her portrait painted by Sebastian. Once she meets him, she wants him for herself. She pursues him, intent on winning him. What she didn’t count on was a stalker who wants to harm everyone Sebastian holds dear.

Happy Valentine’s Day! 

 Reading a romantic story is one way to celebrate the day.  Jillian Chantal’s book, Sebastian’s Salvation, would be an excellent choice!


14 thoughts on “She’s Here…Meet Jillian Chantal!

  1. Congratulations on the publication of your new book. It’s interesting that music helps you write. I use music too, for graphics and videos though. Your excerpt certainly makes me want to read more!

      • Hey Jillian, my friend! Great interview (Kate always asks neat questions). I have the book and am enjoying it. I need my work schedule to ease up so I can finish!!! II know it’s gonna be a great seller…The central characters are unique and intriguing.

      • Joan. thanks for saying you’re enjoying it. It means a lot. Just to have someone read it is super, but to like it is spectacular. I know what you mean about job and time to read. I have yours but haven’t had time to read it yet. Hope to get to it soon.

  2. It is a great excerpt. I love the shoving against the wall part. I will be reading this one this weekend. I’ve been looking forward to it for awhile. Great interview. Love your soundtracks.

    • Thanks Darlene. I think you know where I got the inspiration for the grabbing her and putting her in the chair. Remember the lawyer who told me he didn’t have a couch in his office so people wouldn’t think he was having sex in there? I told him that a chair would work too. LOL!

  3. I started Sebastian’s Salvation last night and I’m really enjoying it. Things here are really busy this week so having this story is a reward and makes taking a break to read a necessity.

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