Hey All,
Please forgive the add on, but it's late here and I didn't want to delete and begin again and for some reason, my edit button isn't working so that's the reason for the two add on's...I meant to include this information in my contest...I'll also be giving a goody bag to the winner. And for those readers who already have a copy of Witch's Fire, if you're the winner, I'm offering a copy of WILD, instead, book five and the conclusion of the Montana Men Series. However, you'll have to be patient and wait for its release sometime in 2012, if that's okay with you.
Tabs
Showing posts with label Jaydyn Chelcee. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jaydyn Chelcee. Show all posts
Sunday, October 30, 2011
BEWITCHING TRICK-OR-TREAT BLOGHOP--IT'S Heeeerrrrreeee!
Good Morning Everyone,
At last, it's my turn to post for Drea's blog hop...and what fun this has been. I get to ask the last question. Well really, I have a couple of questions or two or three. To enter the contest, all you have to do is leave a comment, but I think answering the questions will prove fun too. I love Halloween. Don't you? It lets the inner child come out in all of us. Do you dress up? Do you hide behind bushes or the door to scare the kids? I love playing spooky music and having spiders and creepy things light up when the kids approach the house.
Anyway, time to get this show on the road. To win a free copy of my book, Witch's Fire, as I said, leave a comment. Hope you enjoy the blurb and excerpt. And don't forget the questions at the end of the
excerpt.
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In a world where magic is dying―two people meet under unusual circumstances…
Realm of light―New to this witchy stuff, Kirrah Walker crashes her broom into a stranger and knocks him unconscious. Feeling guilty, she takes him home with her and nurses him back to health. However, she soon discovers a terrible secret―the stranger is on a mission to assassinate a witch. Now Kirrah must decide if she’ll set him free or keep him tied to the headboard of her bed…
World of darkness―Prince Stry, future King of Ru-Noc awakens to find he’s not only a captive, but captivated by the charming witch who flutters around him like a nervous butterfly. Her magick is wild and so out of control, he knows in his heart he should steal her soul, but kissing Kirrah is habit-forming.
Kirrah and Stry―magical beings who must face the fear of their past, acknowledge their future and trust in destiny in a world gone mad…
EXCERPT:
She sighed, shoved up her sleeves and went to work dragging off his low-heeled boots and socks. Carefully, she swung his legs onto the bed. Only―somehow her legs tangled with his. She stumbled and fell clumsily across the poor man’s chest.
His eyes flew open. A half-smile flirted at the corners of his mouth. Kirrah glared at him. How the heck did he manage to look so darned sexy with a big ole’ purple bruise fanning over his right eye?
Slowly, he slid his arms around her hips and squeezed her buttocks. “Well, hel-lo.”
Kirrah widened her eyes. Oh, crap, that’s all she needed, a concussed Romeo with a sexy voice hot enough to curl her toes and set her thighs on fire, a voice that both compelled and could easily lead a woman astray.
The man looked at her as if he’d never seen her before and had just discovered his favorite eye-candy. “Aren’t you just a sweet little beauty?” he purred, sounding for all the world like a hungry cat whose appetite had just been satisfied. A big, dopey, contented cat.
Sweet little beauty? She blinked. Oh, yeah, the man was definitely off his meds. Obviously he was no stranger to seduction 101, either, if the way he massaged her butt was anything to go by.
And damn, did he have to have such dreamy bedroom eyes? Tiny gold specks sparkled like angel dust in the warm amber depths. Thick gold tipped lashes completed the allure of his heavy lidded gaze. He had the kind of gold-flecked irises that attracted a woman and sucked her right in.
He might as well wear a sign around his neck that read: Come and get it, sinful indulgence right here!
And boy was she ready to go get it.
Her brows knitted together in a deep scowl. What was wrong with her? All of a sudden her hormones were out of control? She wondered if her face was as red as it felt. Since she had red hair, her complexion was the fair one typical of redhead’s. She blushed as easily as she sunburned.
His gaze wondered from her hair to her lips. Oh, my. Those tiger-colored eyes fixed on her mouth. He licked his lips as though he’d just discovered a delicious snack he contemplated nibbling on.
Startled, Kirrah gasped as he suddenly tugged her closer.
Her hands splayed across his wide chest. “Uh-Mr. Wa-Wa, I think you might be getting a tad bit carried away here. Unhand me.”
“No.” One hand slid up her back and his fingers curled around her nape holding her in place. “I don’t think I should do that at all. You belong to me,” he whispered, and took her mouth.
That was the only word for it. Took. He ravaged her mouth with a slow steamy gut-wrenching kiss. Warm and wet. Hot and melting. Yum. He might be half-dead, but he had a mouth to die for and he knew how to use it.
BLOG HOP QUESTIONS:
1--Who is your favorite author?
2-What is your favorite book and why?
3-What is your favorite genre?
For those readers familiar with my books, here's some questions about my Montana Men Series for you to answer. And the readers who aren't familiar with my books, don't worry about it, this is just for fun.
4- Which of the four published MM books is your favorite in the series?
5-Which hero from the MM series is your favorite? Why?
6-Which heroine from the MM series is your favorite? Why?
And last but not least, one last question for everyone--Cowboy or vampire? Why?
Have a safe and fun Halloween!
Tabs/Jaydyn
http://www.moongypsypress.com
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http://www.tabithashay.com
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Woo Hoo! The first review is back on Playing For Keeps.
Thank You WC,
For a great review....Jaydyn Chelcee
http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/search?q=+Jaydyn+Chelcee
For a great review....Jaydyn Chelcee
http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/search?q=+Jaydyn+Chelcee
Monday, June 20, 2011
Erotic Excerpts and More!
Jaydyn Chelcee's Montana Men
with Tabitha Shay
| Date: | 6/24/2011 - 6/24/2011 | |
| Time: | 7:00pm to 9:00pm EST | |
| Location: | http://groups.yahoo.com/group/karendevinkaren/ | |
| Category: | Romance | |
| Summary: | You're invited to join me, Jaydyn Chelcee and Tabitha Shay at Coffee Time Romance for two hours of fun, games, contests, and spicy excerpts. See you there. | |
| Details: | ||
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| Website: | http://www.jaydynchelcee.com | |
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Woo Hoo!
Hi Readers,
I'm so excited about my new cover for the upcoming novel, WILD, the final installment of the Montana Men series. Wild, along with Playing For Keeps, will be released later in the year from Moongypsy Press. In the meantime, why not get to know the characters from the series by starting with book one, In the Arms of Danger. Book two, No Holds Barred is scheduled for re-release and coming soon, also from Moongypsy Press. You can find book three, Too Close To The Fire at Fictionwise or in print at Amazon.
Thanks to all my fans and readers for hanging in there and waiting patiently for these final two books, for your prayers and understanding while I took time away from writing to deal with my daughter's health problems.I appreciate all of you.
Happy Reading,
Tabs
I'm so excited about my new cover for the upcoming novel, WILD, the final installment of the Montana Men series. Wild, along with Playing For Keeps, will be released later in the year from Moongypsy Press. In the meantime, why not get to know the characters from the series by starting with book one, In the Arms of Danger. Book two, No Holds Barred is scheduled for re-release and coming soon, also from Moongypsy Press. You can find book three, Too Close To The Fire at Fictionwise or in print at Amazon.
Thanks to all my fans and readers for hanging in there and waiting patiently for these final two books, for your prayers and understanding while I took time away from writing to deal with my daughter's health problems.I appreciate all of you.
Happy Reading,
Tabs
Friday, December 18, 2009
EXCERPT FROM PLAYING FOR KEEPS BY JAYDYN CHELCEE
Good Morning Readers,
Today I thought you might enjoy an excerpt from Playing For Keeps, book four in the Montana Men series coming soon from Moongypsy Press. This excerpt is Rated-R for language. If you're under 18, please leave this site and do not read excerpts....Thank you and Happy Holidays to all,
Jaydyn Chelcee/Tabitha Shay
ALL MATERIAL IS COPYRIGHTED AND THE PROPERTY OF AUTHOR AND MOONGYPSY PRESS.
EXCERPT/PLAYING FOR KEEPS/CHELCEE
He flinched when he felt the wet warmth trickle down his arm. He stifled a curse. Moving around had caused the knife wound to start bleeding again. Earlier, he’d packed the site with some four-by-four gauze pads he carried in a first aid kit under the seat, but the wound needed suturing, front and back.
Tired, Duel rubbed a hand down his face. At this rate, he was going to bleed to death. He had to get somewhere and get the injury sutured. First things first. In seconds, he’d taken care of watering the bushes and returned to the car.
“Who are you?” she asked immediately. “Or rather, what are you? Are you an assassin? Black ops? Secret agent? CIA?”
“Yes.”
Her eyes bugged. “You’re going to kill me?”
“Probably. I’m thinking about it.” From the look on her face, she believed him. Duel snorted. “Look lady, I think you’re more apt to kill me, and damned near succeeded with that fucking butcher knife. Do you wanna pee or not? Otherwise, we’re outta here, and I’m not stopping again until the car needs fuel.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“I need to...you know, but not with these handcuffs on.”
“They aren’t coming off for any reason.”
“Then you’ll have to wipe me, I’m not drip drying.”
“Jesus Christ. All right. I’ll take off the friggin’ cuffs, but you try anything funny, I’ll knock your lights out again.”
She muttered something about the legitimacy of his birth. In spite of the headache settling between his eyes, Duel grinned and fished the key to the cuffs from his shirt pocket. He got back out of the car, circled the hood and opened her door. “Turn around and face me.” He guided her out of the car and helped her steady herself.
She shuddered when her bare feet hit the icy ground. “Ouch.”
“What’s wrong?”
“There’s something in my right foot.”
“Something?”
“I stepped on something in my back yard. A piece of glass, I suppose.”
“What happened to your shoes?” He unfastened the cuffs and pointed in the general area he wanted her to go.
She limped a short distance, paused, and hiked her straight skirt up past her knees. “Turn around.”
Duel folded his arms across his chest though it hurt like hell. “Huh-uh. I’m not turning my back on you even for a second.”
“What can I do?” she argued. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. I have no shoes, no coat. I’m not totally insane. And I cannot pee with you watching.”
He massaged his forehead. "You better make water and make it fast." Impatience threaded his voice. “I hear any other sound but running water coming out of you I’ll be on you like weeds in a flower bed.”
“Good grief, there are other bodily functions, you know, besides making water.”
“You know what I mean. I’m talking about escape noises, like running through the bushes, not―not―you know―explosive little gas noises.”
“You need to let me go. When my brother gets finished with you, you won’t have a strip of hide left on you.”
“Your brother? Lady, I’m shaking in my boots.”
“Do you have any idea who I am? Who my brother is?”
“Does this look like a face that cares? No, I don’t know who your brother is. And I don’t care who you or your brother are. Get your business done and stop stalling. No one is coming to rescue you.”
Flayme shivered. Goose bumps stood up on her arms. He was probably right. Her brother wouldn’t give her the time of day, let alone try to have her rescued. She eyed her captor’s broad shoulders as he reluctantly turned his back. She waited a moment to make certain he wasn’t going to make any sudden moves, then she slid the thong down far enough so she could pee. “I need tissue.”
“No. Are you finished?”
“Yes, but I told you, I’m not drip drying. That’s just…yucky.”
“Get your drawers up and come on. I’m tired. I wanna get a couple hours shut-eye before we hit the road again.”
“My drawers? Jesus. Give me some tissue or I’ll take out squatter’s rights right here all night and…and…drip-drip-drip.”
Duel muttered, took the few steps to the car and reached inside for several tissues. Dammit, he knew better than to let her out of his sight. The instant he reached inside the car he heard the gravel crunch under her feet. He came around and gave the dark a hard look. Yep. Sure enough, there she went, hobbling toward the edge of the woods like a damned one-legged spider.
Today I thought you might enjoy an excerpt from Playing For Keeps, book four in the Montana Men series coming soon from Moongypsy Press. This excerpt is Rated-R for language. If you're under 18, please leave this site and do not read excerpts....Thank you and Happy Holidays to all,
Jaydyn Chelcee/Tabitha Shay
ALL MATERIAL IS COPYRIGHTED AND THE PROPERTY OF AUTHOR AND MOONGYPSY PRESS.
EXCERPT/PLAYING FOR KEEPS/CHELCEE
He flinched when he felt the wet warmth trickle down his arm. He stifled a curse. Moving around had caused the knife wound to start bleeding again. Earlier, he’d packed the site with some four-by-four gauze pads he carried in a first aid kit under the seat, but the wound needed suturing, front and back.
Tired, Duel rubbed a hand down his face. At this rate, he was going to bleed to death. He had to get somewhere and get the injury sutured. First things first. In seconds, he’d taken care of watering the bushes and returned to the car.
“Who are you?” she asked immediately. “Or rather, what are you? Are you an assassin? Black ops? Secret agent? CIA?”
“Yes.”
Her eyes bugged. “You’re going to kill me?”
“Probably. I’m thinking about it.” From the look on her face, she believed him. Duel snorted. “Look lady, I think you’re more apt to kill me, and damned near succeeded with that fucking butcher knife. Do you wanna pee or not? Otherwise, we’re outta here, and I’m not stopping again until the car needs fuel.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“I need to...you know, but not with these handcuffs on.”
“They aren’t coming off for any reason.”
“Then you’ll have to wipe me, I’m not drip drying.”
“Jesus Christ. All right. I’ll take off the friggin’ cuffs, but you try anything funny, I’ll knock your lights out again.”
She muttered something about the legitimacy of his birth. In spite of the headache settling between his eyes, Duel grinned and fished the key to the cuffs from his shirt pocket. He got back out of the car, circled the hood and opened her door. “Turn around and face me.” He guided her out of the car and helped her steady herself.
She shuddered when her bare feet hit the icy ground. “Ouch.”
“What’s wrong?”
“There’s something in my right foot.”
“Something?”
“I stepped on something in my back yard. A piece of glass, I suppose.”
“What happened to your shoes?” He unfastened the cuffs and pointed in the general area he wanted her to go.
She limped a short distance, paused, and hiked her straight skirt up past her knees. “Turn around.”
Duel folded his arms across his chest though it hurt like hell. “Huh-uh. I’m not turning my back on you even for a second.”
“What can I do?” she argued. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. I have no shoes, no coat. I’m not totally insane. And I cannot pee with you watching.”
He massaged his forehead. "You better make water and make it fast." Impatience threaded his voice. “I hear any other sound but running water coming out of you I’ll be on you like weeds in a flower bed.”
“Good grief, there are other bodily functions, you know, besides making water.”
“You know what I mean. I’m talking about escape noises, like running through the bushes, not―not―you know―explosive little gas noises.”
“You need to let me go. When my brother gets finished with you, you won’t have a strip of hide left on you.”
“Your brother? Lady, I’m shaking in my boots.”
“Do you have any idea who I am? Who my brother is?”
“Does this look like a face that cares? No, I don’t know who your brother is. And I don’t care who you or your brother are. Get your business done and stop stalling. No one is coming to rescue you.”
Flayme shivered. Goose bumps stood up on her arms. He was probably right. Her brother wouldn’t give her the time of day, let alone try to have her rescued. She eyed her captor’s broad shoulders as he reluctantly turned his back. She waited a moment to make certain he wasn’t going to make any sudden moves, then she slid the thong down far enough so she could pee. “I need tissue.”
“No. Are you finished?”
“Yes, but I told you, I’m not drip drying. That’s just…yucky.”
“Get your drawers up and come on. I’m tired. I wanna get a couple hours shut-eye before we hit the road again.”
“My drawers? Jesus. Give me some tissue or I’ll take out squatter’s rights right here all night and…and…drip-drip-drip.”
Duel muttered, took the few steps to the car and reached inside for several tissues. Dammit, he knew better than to let her out of his sight. The instant he reached inside the car he heard the gravel crunch under her feet. He came around and gave the dark a hard look. Yep. Sure enough, there she went, hobbling toward the edge of the woods like a damned one-legged spider.
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