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Tuesday, April 5, 2022

Author Anecdotes: That awkward scene was a true story… with Fantasy Author Lynette Charrier + exclusive giveaway

There’s a scene in the beginning of The Frelsarien: Battle of Eirbor that received a lot of strong reactions from beta readers. Some people thought it was hilarious, whereas others were annoyed by my main character. What none of them realized was that scene was actually a true story that really happened to me… or at least it was based on one.

When I was twenty-one, I used to go to a bar just outside of Camp Pendleton. I had a lot of Marine friends who I met up with there. One day there were a couple of new guys there.

Since there was a dance floor I showed a few of them how to dance so that they could ask other women to dance and not make a fool out of themselves. You know… and also because I wanted to dance too. So of course I offered to teach one of the new guys how to dance.

We went out onto the dance floor and it started off fine. He seemed a little nervous at first, but as he started to get the hang of it he started loosening up. I told him that on the down beat he should swing me out and twirl me.

I was very specific about that. ME, I said. Twirl ME! I did not tell him that he should also twirl. But for some reason he thought he should do the same. And he also, for some reason, thought he should twirl with his elbows sticking straight out. The result of this was him elbowing me in the face. More specifically, straight in the eye.

We both stopped. I just stood there for a moment, dumbfounded by what had just happened. He of course felt awful and asked if I was okay. It was embarrassing, so I didn’t want to make a big deal about it, so I told him it was fine and to keep dancing so we can play it off like nothing happened. He kept asking me if I’m sure if I’m okay and asking if I wanted to sit down. But of course not, I’m not going to let a little bump ruin a dance. He of course went back to dancing like a stiff board, keeping his elbows firmly to his side.

We went to sit down back at the table afterwards and I never saw him again. I feel bad that he was so embarrassed by what happened. I was never mad at him.

I ended up getting a black eye. I couldn’t find any pictures without makeup, but I did find a picture of the bruise showing through my foundation. On the bright side I was able to match it 
on the other side and it just looked like a cute smokey eye. Only a few people noticed that it wasn’t makeup.

To be fair, it was a stupid mistake and I do feel a little bad that I put his embarrassing moment in a book…just… not bad enough to cut that scene. Moral of the story is don’t ever do or say anything stupid in front of a writer. There’s a good chance your blunder will make it into their next book.

I did change up the scenario a little bit so that it’s not EXACTLY what happened to me, So be sure to pick up a copy of The Frelsarien: Battle of Eirbor so that you can see how I altered the situation.

The Frelsarien: Battle of Eirbor (The Frelsarien Chronicles Book One)
by Lynette Charrier

Genre: Fantasy 
ISBN: Hardcover-9798985598025
ISBN Paperback- 9798985598018
ISBN Ebook- 9798985598001
Number of pages: 445
Word Count: 102K
Cover Artist: Covers By Christian
Cursed bloodlines; Two warring nations; Three mortals trying desperately to return to their home world

One hundred years of peace have shattered, and the gods have sent the most unlikely of Heroes, mortals.

On the planet Eyon, one hundred years of peace has ended after the kingdom of Elmoria invaded the neighboring kingdom of Tharon. Desperate to regain their lands and citizens, the Tharians beseech the gods to deliver Frelsarien to them-mythical prophets who, in the past, have used the power of the gods to bring peace to the land.

Meanwhile on Earth, Idun, Ayla, and Colton have no idea their bloodlines carry a curse that enslaves them to the Overseers - supernatural beings whose divine rule stretches across the universe, earning them the status of godhood. After the Overseers come to collect them, the three humans learn that they must bring peace between two warring nations, or be damned to a life on this planet with no hope of returning home.

When the three Frelsarien arrive, the Tharians are disappointed to discover that the gods sent nothing but ordinary humans. Some give up hope that they will be of any help, while others cling to faith. The Frelsarien must either find a new way to prove their worth to the overseers, or attempt to develop the powers they were promised. In the face of adversity, will they be able to rise up to the challenge?

In a gripping page-turner, author Lynette Charrier pieces together an epic tale against a backdrop of tyranny, strength and resilience. Battle of Eirbor is the first novel in the Frelsarien series, a masterpiece of epic crossworld fantasy.

Idun’s eyes flickered open. She had been dreaming again.

A throbbing pain pounded within her skull. She groaned and rubbed the back of her head and felt a large welt. Her bruised fingers glided around to the right side of her head, where she found another welt. She sighed while slowly propping herself up and looking around. Her eyes were still hazy, but she could just barely make out the silhouette of a woman sitting across from her. Idun rubbed her eyes before reopening them.

“I doubt that will help,” the woman said, just as Idun came to that very conclusion. “You have a concussion.”

To her surprise, Idun recognized the voice.


The woman stood up and moved towards her, taking her seat on the bed next to Idun. There were two of her in Idun’s eyes, but she could still make out the features of her lifelong friend. She didn’t look like herself. Her long, curly, brown-black hair framed a smooth face, free of acne, and unhidden by glasses. But the most striking difference was her weight. The last time Idun saw her, she was skin and bones and likely less than one hundred pounds. The Ayla sitting in front of her looked… healthy.

“Jesus! How long have I been out?” She wondered if this was still part of the dream.

“Idun! Language,” she snapped.

Idun chuckled and put her head back down on the pillow. “Seriously, though, how long have I been out?”

“Almost twenty-four hours.”

A confused expression crossed Idun’s face, and she looked up from her pillow. “Can’t be. Don’t take this the wrong way, but there’s no way you look like this after just twenty-four hours. And my hair doesn’t grow this fast either,” she said, holding up a lock of auburn hair which was now longer than the length of her arm.

“These are our Frelsarien bodies…” She said as if that were obvious. She waited a moment as if to see if this triggered a memory, but it didn’t. Idun had no idea what that meant. “So, you really haven’t been briefed on this?”

“What?” Idun picked her head off the pillow and looked up at the blur which was Ayla. “What are you talking about?”

“Where do you think we are?” Ayla questioned.

Idun looked around the room, which, from what she could tell, was made completely of stone and decorated in red. “I don’t know…”

Ayla sighed. “What is the last thing you remember?”

“The last thing I know for sure wasn’t a dream.” Idun had to think for a moment. “I climbed that cliff just outside of town.” She rubbed the back of her head again. “I must have hit my head when I fell, though. I had this weird hallucination about being chased by the grim reaper.”

Ayla stood up to pour Idun a glass of water, then walked back and placed it in her hand. “Idun… that wasn’t a hallucination. It wasn’t the grim reaper, though,” She said, with a laugh.

Idun brought the cup to her lips but stopped, giving Ayla a confused yet doubtful glance. She opened her mouth to ask her to elaborate, but Ayla beat her to it.

“It’s called the soul splitter. It separated our souls from our bodies on Earth and brought them to our bodies here on Eyon.” She waited for a moment to study Idun’s expression again; Which happened to be one of disbelief. “Does any of that ring a bell?”

“Not even a little one.” Idun tipped back her cup and then placed it down on the table. “I’m actually pretty sure I’m still asleep.”

Ayla reached over and pinched the skin on the underside of Idun’s arm.

“What the heck!” Idun propped herself up with a jolt.

“Well, you’re not asleep,” Ayla giggled.

Idun scrunched her eyebrows together and massaged the back of her arm. “And you’re not Ayla...”

About the Author:

Lynette Charrier was born in Manitoba Canada but grew up in Southern California. There she met her husband who whisked her away back to his hometown of Naples Florida. Not long after she earned her degree in interior design and quickly found a job in the field. However her true passion lies with the writing community. Ever since she was little she had been making up stories of distant worlds and far off galaxies. Now she's excited to finally share those stories with the world.

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  1. Super cool storyline. Many sci-fis I read are with non-Earth stories. I like that you added in a Earth flavor to your story!

  2. I love this type of story. Thanks for the intro and the great post.

  3. Sounds a bit different. I would definitely try it.

  4. Interesting cover! I like the cover and graphics.