Hi! I’m Chautona Havig.
With hundreds of books in progress and over 120 published, I write about fictional people who have real problems, weaknesses, and triumphs. Through their stories, I attempt to share the Hope that is within me.
In other words, I offer Christian fiction without pretense or apology–lived, not preached. I use story to connect YOU with the Master Storyteller.
Chautona
Latest Releases
Looking for a bookish mystery? How about a book club where you can’t miss and must guess the right book or someone dies? You’ll find that and more in Dying to Read.
Looking for more Bookstrings stories about bookstores, the towns they live in, and the people who connect it all together (Plus Milton and Atticus–not Finch)? The latest is CrossWords and takes place in Greeneville, Tennessee
And finally, more bookish fun… How about a wonderful anthology of bookish matchmaking with nine stories by nine authors (including me!) You’ll find suspense, historical, romance, and small-town charm (plus a couple of meddling grannies) in Booked for Love
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Latest from the Blog
So, There Was That Time I Forgot What I Knew…
It finally happened. After four years of authors giving each other prompts at the release of a story, I slammed up against a wall. Melissa Wardwell posted this for the authors of the Suamalie Islands…
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“Be Careful Little Mouth What You Say” Ain’t No Lie
It started out innocently enough. Just silly playfulness between my mother and me. Now, before I tell you the story, it’s kind of important to point out something. I had no-nonsense parents. In fact, I…
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Why Romance Is a Hairy Proposition (or is that proposal?)
It usually comes as a distress call. Six simple words that I zip to the woman who keeps me from looking like I’ve been hacked by a weed whacker. It goes something like this. Me:…
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