Monday, March 8, 2010

Tabitha Shay Presents: The Winslow Witches Series

Dear Reader,

Book One

Book Two

Book Three

Book Four

Book Five

Thank you, Kayden, for inviting me to be your guest today. Although I don’t have a cover for it yet, I thought I’d post the blurb and an excerpt from my next Winslow Witches of Salem series, Witch’s Touch, book six, coming out later this year from Moongypsy Press. I hope you’ll enjoy the blurb and excerpt and look forward to reading about what happens to Nyra when she comes face to face with Death…literally.


Death takes a holiday…

Giver of Life―Nyra Winters has two abilities that no witch before her has ever possessed―the power to heal and restore life. But her constant interference in Death’s plans makes her a target of the angry god King Titan, ruler of the Underworld.

Seeker of Death―Dym Satarius, Prince of Death, is sent to the magical realm of Ru-Noc to collect the witch Nyra Winters and bring her soul to the Underworld. Devoid of all emotion, Dym believes this assignment will be no different than any other. Reap the witch’s soul and return to hell…job done―but something goes terribly wrong and Death is stranded in Nyra’s world without his powers or the ability to return to his realm.

Witch’s Touch―Where life and Death collides…


Doubt, mixed with terror, crept over her. Nyra rested her forehead against the door, her legs too weak to support her. She didn’t know which was worse, facing the damning threat of the unknown or hiding like a spineless coward behind the door. Instead of opening the door, she should be sliding the deadbolt back into place.
Nyra trembled. Her heart bumped hard against her ribs. Her sweaty palm slipped on the brass doorknob. She unclenched her jaw, relieving the aching pressure.
Slowly, she inhaled and exhaled. Twice.
You’re not a coward. Open the door!
All right, she could do this. Besides, she was more curious than terrified, although common sense dictated she use caution. She would use caution. If whatever was on the other side of the door tried to harm her or Karma, she’d put a hex on it; turn it into a snowball or something.
She raised her head, squared her shoulders, and tore open the door. “Samhain!” She couldn’t suppress the alarmed gasp. The last thing she expected to see was a male lying upon the icy ground.
A naked, unconscious male.
“Oh, futz fuzzy!” Karma squeaked. “I told ya not to open the door. Now look what ya done gone and found.”
Nyra glanced at Karma. “What?”
“Trouble, honey, that be nuthin’ but two-hundred pounds of guaranteed trouble there. Ya want my advice? Shut the door. Pretend ya never saw him.”
“I can’t do that, Karma.”
“I can.” Karma kicked at the door.
“Stop that!” Nyra laughed at the Futhar’s antics. The adrenaline rushing through her bloodstream made her feel giddy. “He could be hurt.”
“Your point?”
Nyra looked down at the male and blinked twice. He didn’t go away. “He could die. I can’t just leave him in the freezing cold.”
“My ass.” Karma snorted. “That creature ain’t ‘fraid of the cold, else he’d have on clothes.”
“Maybe someone stole his clothes.”
Nyra slid her gaze over him. Stamping down the anxiety she felt, she leaned closer. Right now, he needed her help more than her curiosity or pointless fear of the unknown.
She slid her hands over his arms and legs, checking for injuries. For a second, her fingers rested on the sculpted ridges of his abdomen. Devil’s teeth! The man was at least six-four and his bare chest, stomach and calves were ridged with solid muscle. His hair lay thick and long and tangled across his face like skeins of black silk. All she could see were firm, chiseled lips, a strong chin and a wedge of stubborn jaw peeking through the strands of damp hair.
“What is that?” Karma asked, siding up beside Nyra.
“What?” Nyra’s gaze flickered up toward Karma, then back down to see where the Futhar’s avid gaze was fastened below the man’s waist. Her jaw dropped. “Oh!”
In spite of the extreme cold, it was obvious a certain part of his anatomy was awesome. She swallowed. Heat crawled up her throat and face. “Never mind what it is, Karma, if I don’t get him inside, he won’t have it. Frostbite will turn it black.”
Karma backed up a step. “Ya can’t bring him in here. He’s dangerous.”
Nyra stole a second glance at the man’s generous attributes. “Uh-huh.” Then feeling guilty at sneaking a peek, she looked away. “You’re not suggesting I leave him out in the cold all night?”
“Yeah, I am.” Karma sniffed and twitched her whiskers. “Leave him. He’s probably some waken who’s had too many wiskas. He might be violent when he wakes up. Let the wiska keep him warm.” She wrinkled her tiny pink nose. “Or he might even be one of those wakens who steal a witch’s soul.” Karma batted her long silky lashes at Nyra. “Ya know, like Talon.”
Nyra sighed. “You know very well Talon doesn’t do that sort of thing.”
“He thought about it. I’m telling ya, this…this thing looks just as dangerous as the prince.”
“I don’t know who or what he is, but I don’t think he’s a waken.” Nyra paused. “He looks…otherworldly.”
“We are otherworldly.”
“All right, Karma. I know we are…different from illumrofs, but he is-more than different. Look at that strange mark below his left ear. That’s not a symbol a waken would ever wear.”
“What is it?” Karma moved closer, squinting. “I can’t tell in the dark.”
“I can’t tell, either, the light’s too dim out here. There’s another one on his chest.” Nyra blinked, trying to see in the shadows. “It looks like a two-pronged fork. How curious.” She hesitated, then shaking off her curiosity, declared, “I think he might be a member of some kind of royalty.”

Thank you everyone for taking the time to read about my next book…For those who leave a comment, I’ll enter your name in a drawing for a free E-copy of Witch’s Fire, my latest release from Moongypsy Press…Drawing to be held around 8pm CST…so be sure and check back for Kayden to post the winner’s name.

You can find the first releases four books of the Winslow witches of Salem series, Witch’s Brew, Witch’s Heart, Witch’s Moon and Witch’s Magic at Fictionwise in E-format or in print at Amazon. Witch’s Fire is available at Moongypsy Press in E-format and in print.

See you all soon on the loops….

Happy Reading,



Ginger Simpson said...

Hey girlfriend. I stopped by to say hi and point out that your "Witchy" books were number one sellers on Fictionwise for months. I'm always so envious. *lol*

I believe the way you infuse your writing with reality and humor is a reason. I see big things in your future.

Love you, and love your books.

Trent Kinsey said...

I swear as soon as I can get my life in enough order, I'm buying this series...most probably in paperback so I can read them at the gym lol...Woohoo Tabs and Kayden!

Tabitha Shay said...

Why TY, Miz Ginger, coming from you, those are wonderful compliments...and hey, I recall a few of your books hitting the top ten best seller's list at FW too....Hugs...Tabs

Tabitha Shay said...

You go, Trent....and hey, when you get them, send them my way to sign and I'll be happy to mail them back to you....Thanks for dropping by....Tabs

Lorrie said...

Hi Tabs, another great post. Yum, I love them tall. Sounds like another big seller coming out. And her nemisis is death? Wow. What an adversary. I'll be looking for this one.

Tabitha Shay said...

Thanks for stopping by, Lorrie,
Yes, Nyra's hero is definitely not the ordinary run-of-the-mill hero....very interesting conflict in this story....Hugs....Tabs

Maggie Dove said...

Hi Tabs, enjoyed the post! Your witches books are sure winners as are you, my friend!


Tabitha Shay said...

Hi Maggie,
So glad you came by and TY for the wonderful compliment. And how is that best seller you have out doing? I bet Angel of Windward is still hitting the top ten best seller list at FW....Hugs....Tabs

booklover0226 said...

This is a series which will NOT leave you disappoint!

Tracey D

Tabitha Shay said...

Hi Tracey,
Thanks so much...Tabs