Lady With a Duel Personality – Tabs/Jaydyn Both Equally Wonderful

LTR: Welcome to the blog. We all want to know what’s going on right now with your writing career. What’s simmering in the pot, and what have you recently finished.

TABS: Gosh, it has been a busy few months for me. I recently signed on with a new publisher, Secret Cravings Publishingwho has agreed to republish my previous books. So that has been a very busy project getting them all reformatted. Witch’s Brew was just released in an extended version and Witch’s Heart is soon to follow along with the rest of series and whatever new books I write. What’s in the pot? So many things, I need more hours in the day and night. WILD, of course, the final installment in my Montana Men Series written under my Jaydyn Chelcee name. It will be my newest, previously unpublished novel to date and I expect it’ll be out much later in the year, along with the re-release first four novels in the series. I’m also in the middle of writing my first Sci/Fi and I’m loving it.LTR: If you could date one of the heroes in your books, which would it be?TABS: Beyond doubt, Dym, from Witch’s Touch, book six in the series and yet to be published. What features make you like him the most? Even though he is the Prince of Death, I like his vulnerability. He’s kinder than he thinks he is, and he has a heart, though he believes he doesn’t. I think readers will love getting to know his character.LTR: Can you give us an excerpt from one of your books?Sure. WARNING: R-Rated: Witch’s Brew Excerpt:

Saylym flinched as his mouth closed hotly around the aching bud. He suckled strongly, nipping the nipple with his teeth. Heavens. She was headed straight to hell.
“Strawberries and cream,” he whispered, and swirled his tongue around the aching bud.
Oh, yeah, straight to hell in a handbag. No directions required. Free passage. She had her boarding pass. All she had to do was get aboard.
Talon wasn’t a man to play favorites. He moved to the other breast, bit gently on the straining little berry, then soothed the slight sting with an expert flick of his incredible tongue.
“Sweet,” he breathed and fed deeply, rolling the nipple beneath his tongue, savoring the delicious taste of her.
Without conscious thought, Saylym slid her fingers into the silky strands of his dark hair and held him against her bared breast. “I…uh…oh…stars,” she cried as he brought his full weight on top of her.
He felt divine and smelled like sin. Rich, inviting sin. He moved his hips in a slow, rhythmic thrust as old as time itself. Slowly, he pressed her knees apart and allowed the hard ridge to settle snugly between her thighs as he rocked gently, moaning against her breasts.
Saylym felt his fingers slip to the waistband of her shorts, release the metal button and zipper, and then dip inside. “I have to touch you, La-Scheme,” he whispered against her throat. “Let me touch you.”
“Ah…I…” she gurgled, unable to form a complete sentence.
The cutoffs fell away with a brush of his hands. She saw his pupils dilate. His nostrils flared at the sight of the tiny, studded arrow pointing the way.
He choked.
Not that he needed direction, she thought wildly. He seemed to be blazing his own trail pretty darned well.
Talon slowly followed the direction of the glittering arrow with his index finger, paused at the very tip of it, before sliding underneath to stroke the tiny bud hidden beneath the red satin.
“Ah…I…” she couldn’t seem to get past those two words as she arched her body against the slow stroking of his finger. He slipped a second finger inside her, gently stretching her, stroking smoothly in a steady rhythm.
Saylym bucked beneath his touch as he explored the silken sheath of her womanhood. She felt him hesitate as he bumped against the proof of her purity. He muttered something, then slid a hand beneath her buttocks, lifting her hips. Slowly, he stroked the tiny button with his thumb, his fingers thrusting and stroking the velvet heat within.
She moaned, clawing at his shoulders, his hair. “Talon,” she gasped his name. Her body convulsed wildly. “I-I…”
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged. “Come for me, Saylym. I want to feel you unravel.”
A tiny whimper slipped past her throat. He stroked faster, deeper. She shattered in his arms, her body quaking as he held her tightly. “Ssh…it’s all right, baby. It’s all right.”
Tiny whimpers escaped her throat as he withdrew his fingers. “Ssh,” he whispered, pulling her close to his bare chest, rocking her until she settled. “I need you, Saylym.”
She pressed her face against his warm flesh and wondered vaguely when he’d taken off his shirt. Or had she removed it?
She couldn’t halt the moan as he lowered her to the quilt and started over.
His tongue found the underside of her breasts, and he paused to lick her there, before moving slowly down her stomach, straight toward Beulah Land. He paused at the waistband of her thong.
Whimpers of desire tore from her clogged throat. Excited, she waited to see what he would do next. He poured wine on her stomach and then followed the red trails with his tongue, pausing to sip from her bellybutton, swirling and dipping his tongue into the tiny opening.
She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe.
Her body burned as if he’d set fire to it. She wanted him to touch her again. To bring her to that delicious fever pitch and take her over the edge. He glided his tongue down her belly. Any second now she’d do a slow burn, melt into a puddle of steaming, wine-flavored liquid.
The man knew what he was doing.

* * * *

The man was insane with need.
Talon sucked in a deep, ragged breath. She was driving him crazy with those sexy little mewling sounds she kept making. Wildly hungry with desire, he knew he played with fire. And the more he played, the more he wanted to play, and he knew, damn it, he knew, he didn’t dare seek his own release or things could get way out of hand.
Still, he pushed her to the brink, to the very edge of completion with his fingers. His mind roared with the clawing need to be inside her.
Saylym moaned. “Please.”
“My intent is to please you, lovely Saylym. That has always been my objective.”
Talon raised his head and stared down into her passion-clouded eyes. Oh, how he wanted to kiss her. The need was so urgent, so overwhelming, he felt as if he was going to shatter into a thousand pieces.
He fumbled with the zipper on his jeans, released his blood-engorged cock and rubbed it against the portal of her womanhood. He swore he’d take it slow. Just a little. He’d enter her just a little, enough to give them both a taste of the raw heat and friction building to fever pitch between them. Enough to gain his own release, but not so far he couldn’t pull back, stop before he was too deep, stop, before he came inside her.
He tore the thong down her legs and tossed it to one side. Then settling between her thighs, he nudged her knees wider apart. The broad head of his cock stroked against the warm channel of her womanhood. By degrees, he pushed inside her, slowly stretching the sensitized muscles.
He rocked gently, working the tip in and out, going a little deeper with each penetration, until the head of his shaft bumped against the flimsy barrier of her virginity. Though he yearned to rip through the fragile membrane, he restrained the urge to thrust. Instead, he pulled back and teased her with the broad head of his cock, slow and shallow, rocking in and out in a torturous rhythm that was delicious agony for both of them.

LTR: And, yeah…muscles, um…virgin flesh? R rated? Nah…..yummy!

This is an age old question that every author has to answer about 20,000 times. What got you into writing, and how old were you?

TABS: *Giggles*…I never tire of this question. I was fifteen. My imagination and Marty Robbins’ Ballad, Big Iron On His Hip. I used to play that old 45 record over and over and from the song came my first idea for a story. I penned it on paper, but instead of writing it in novel form, I wrote it as a play. Back then I had no clue what I was doing. *Laughs*

LTR: I’m not quite sure I know what I’m doing now, and I’m not 15 years old. But that too is another issue.

If you couldn’t be a writer, what would you do with your life?

TABS: I was a nurse for fourteen years until an accident left me physically unable to do the job, that’s when I returned to my first love…writing. So if I couldn’t do that, I don’t know, I’d probably spend a lot of time searching for old coins. Coin collecting is my third passion. *Laughs*

LTR: How about you find some BIG expensive coins to get us some cabana boys? Sounds like a true winner for me.

Do you have a day job that interferes with your ‘real life’ as an author?

TABS: Not anymore. I put my writing on hold for years while I worked and raised a family, but now my time is pretty much my own.

LTR: I am ready for another 10 years when I can make my time my own. And maybe I can become rich and famous and have someone clean the house for me. (Other than my fiance!)

Tell us something unique about yourself that we don’t know.

TABS: Unique? Wow. I don’t think of myself as unique in any way. I love tattoos. And I tend to use them quite a bit to embellish my stories. I have two, one on my right ankle, a heart with a rose entwined through it and a dark blue butterfly on the back of my neck. It’s pretty large, but you can’t see it as long as my hair is down. *Giggles*

LTR: I now have two tattoos. I have a claddah with vines around it. The other is an elf sitting on a mushroom. Stupid things you do when you are 19. *smh* 

Bacon or ham?

TABS: Definitely bacon. It’s just about the only pork I do like.

LTR: I have a severe love for bacon too! I read about a recipe called ‘crack’ bread. Cut a round loaf across, and then across again. Stuff the cracks with cheddar cheese, then bacon, then butter and ranch. Bake in foil for 15 min, then out of foil for 10 min. *sigh*

Chocolate or Jelly Beans?

TABS: Ooo, chocolate. I’m a chocoholic. *Laughs*

LTR: Have you ever had a Canadian Aero bar? OMG – they are heaven. I know that Hershey’s is trying to copy it, just not the same.

Now that we’ve gotten to know you, we need to know where to find you so we can stalk, I mean visit you.

TABS: Anyone can email me at tabshay at gmail dot com/ Or visit my websites at http://www.tabithashay.com/
or http://www.jaydynchelcee.com

It’s been a pleasure to be here. Loved the questions.
Hugs,Tabs/Jaydyn