Welcome author Tabitha Shay

I'd like to welcome author Tabitha Shay to my blog today.

1-How long have you been writing? Since I was fifteen. Too many years ago to add up...*giggles*

2- What is your favorite genre to write? I write a lot of paranormals, but I also write western romances and i think I prefer the western settings best of all.

3-What are you working on now? I'm currently working on Dark Angel, book two of Angels of Deadwood Gulch Series. I usually work on several projects at once, so I'm also finishing up Witch's Touch, which is book six in my Winslow Witches of Salem Series.

4-When you begin a story do you start with character or plot? Character. I don't know why, but I do, however, the plot usually comes into the scene pretty quick.

5-Tell us about your latest/upcoming release. What inspired it? My latest release is Send Him an Angel, book one of Angels of Deadwood Gulch. My husband and I went on vacation a few years ago to Deadwood, S.D....We loved the area and the town. I couldn't get the setting out of my mind and in the back of my head, I kept thinking angels. From there I begin to plot and came up with Send Him an Angel.

Thank you so much for having me for your guest.

Tabitha Shay/Jaydyn Chelcee

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Blurb

Send Him an Angel

In the Badlands of the Dakota Territory, a war is raging between good and evil, between angels and Satan’s three sons…


Earth Angel—Elizabeth Bonner’s plans for her wedding dissolve when she
discovers her fiancé in bed with her mother. To escape the pain, she flees to the rowdy mining town of Deadwood Gulch to claim a recently inherited gold mine. Only one person stands between her and hell—Gabriel King.

Dark Angel—Saloon and brothel owner, Gabriel, is a man feared by most, but he meets his match with Elizabeth. When her father dies in his arms with the request for him to look after his only child, Gabriel is determined to protect Elizabeth at all costs. 1876, Dakota Territory is no place for a Southern lady whose innocence is tempting as sin. Toss in a couple of trouble-making cherubs, and the Old West will never be the same.

Elizabeth and Gabriel—more than one war is brewing in the Black Hills.

Excerpt

 He lifted his head and their gazes locked. His lips curved with a knowing smile. “Miss Bonner, we haven’t been properly introduced. I’m Gabriel King, Gabe if you like.”

She didn’t like. She refused to be on friendly terms with him.

“I hope my presence here doesn’t bother you.” His eyes said he couldn’t care less if he bothered her or not.

Her hackles raised another notch. “You don’t bother me at all,” she replied, refusing to tone down the tartness in her voice. She was ready for a fight and this man was the one she was ready to battle. “I know who you are, and I know what you want.”

Fire shimmered in his eyes. The color changed swiftly from pale blue to fierce cobalt. Elizabeth blinked twice to be certain it wasn’t her imagination. He slid his hot gaze over her, pausing on her mouth, then casually drifted to her breasts to linger for an uncomfortable amount of time.

He lifted a most arrogant brow, then eyed the toes of her emerald-green silk slippers that flirted from beneath the hem of her long skirt. A smile teased his lips, as if he thought her shoes a bit whimsical. Taking his time, he slid his gaze back up, a long, slow journey that had her literally squirming inside. There wasn’t an inch of her body his eyes didn’t touch or dwell on.

“No, I don’t think you do know what I want,” he said with a lazy drawl. “Not…yet.”

“Elizabeth,” Barret pleaded. “Mr. King traveled all the way from Deadwood just to talk to you.”

She tore her gaze from the man she detested and lifted both brows at her attorney. “I think Mr. King ought to return to Deadwood as fast as he made haste to New Orleans. I’m sure he has important business there, because he certainly has none here, at least not with me.”

 

 

Elizabeth swayed.

He instantly steadied her. “Are you all right?”

His warm breath touched her face near her mouth. He stood close, too close. Dear God, she couldn’t breathe. His very presence stole the air from her lungs.

Elizabeth licked her dry lips. “Uh-huh,” she croaked.

She heard his low growl, felt his body shift closer.

Panicked, she flattened her body against the door. What was he doing?

“Don’t do that again,” he whispered.

Lord, the man was intent on seducing her right here, in front of her mother. Her fiancé! She lifted her face to his and swore her knees nearly buckled. “Uh, what? Do…what?”

A slow smile flickered across his mouth, all gleaming white teeth, a predator in motion that had cornered its prey. “You know what,” he said, his lips barely moving. “I see that tongue again, fiancé or no fiancé, I’m claiming it.”

Oh, God. Was she damp between her thighs? She was so thankful his shoulders were wide enough to block her mother and fiancé’s view. Elizabeth ground her teeth and fought to keep from squirming. She had to get away from him before she made a complete fool of herself. How did he manage to make her feel as if no one else existed around them?

She was in trouble here, and God knew she wasn’t one who went looking for it. No. No. She was the kind of woman who avoided charming snakes like Gabe King. He was more her mother’s type―a man who went after what he wanted at all costs. Hot. A sexual beast. Oh yes, he was the kind of man her mother went after all right, but certainly not virginal, Elizabeth Bonner. Now way.

Elizabeth flashed her mother a quick look―Charity would have him over her dead body!

She blinked. Heavens. What was she thinking? She didn’t care who her mother took to her bed. She certainly didn’t care who Gabriel King bedded.

But the heat that transferred from his fingers to her upper arms where he now gripped her, bathed her with the most unusual feelings. The strangest desire to tear off her clothes and fling her naked body in his arms struck her as a bit absurd and unworthy of her thoughts.

 

 

 

 Sabrina turned to face the insolent Remington. “I’m yours,” she said, smiling sweetly.

Raider slid his gaze over her, from the tips of her Pradas to the crown of her head, finally settling on her breasts. "Are ya now?"

 

A Hard Man, coming soon from Secret Cravings Publishing.
http://www.tabithashay.com

http://www.jaydynchelcee.com

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 Author Bio:

Tabitha Shay is the author of paranormal romances, Witch’s Brew, Witch’s Heart, Witch‘s Moon, Witch’s Magic, and Witch’s Fire.

A member of the Oklahoma Writer’s Federation, Inc., she has served as both a category chair and judge. Her books have been nominated for several awards, including the prestigious P.E.A.R.L. Award for Witch’s Magic and Witch’s Moon, which was also nominated for Best All Around Paranormal in 2008. Witch’s Fire won Runner Up for Best Paranormal Book of 2010 at LRC.

Ms. Shay is also the author of the contemporary western romances, Montana Men Series, In the Arms of Danger, No Holds Barred, Too Hot to Handle/Too Close to the Fire, and Wild, under the pseudonym, Jaydyn Chelcee.

Scope out my new cover for Send Him an Angel http://tabithashay.blogspot.com/?zx=6280b71cc20f6e5a