December 22, 2008 | Cooking, Holidays

Hi All,

First, I’d like to thank Sloane for having me as her guest. We’ve had a heck of a time getting together for me to blog on her site. My computer crashed on our previous dates, but she has been kind enough to give me another chance…

I’m Tabitha Shay, author of the Winslow Witches of Salem series, paranormal romances. Book three was recently released, Witch’s Moon with book four, Witch’s Magic, scheduled for release in 2009.

I’m also the author of the Montana Men series, contemporary western romances under the pen name of Jaydyn Chelcee.

I hope you’ll scope out my website for the book covers, reviews and the beautiful artwork and Bios of some of my witchy characters.

Now to some holiday traditions…

When I was a kid growing up, Christmas at our house was always a rowdy time of year. Our tradition, no matter the weather, was to go hunt for a live tree every year. We all traipsed through the woods, forcing our way past knee deep snow in search of the perfect tree. Then we strung popcorn, acorns, berries, and crepe paper chains and decorated the tree. It was the best times of our lives.

I was the eldest of nine kids and though we were poor as church mice, I can never remember going without or not getting what I asked for from Santa. I think Mama and Daddy had their own tradition of making certain we kids got exactly what we wanted during the holidays. I remember one Christmas in particular…I had hit my teenage years and Daddy asked me what I wanted for Christmas. Being a teenager, I wanted a phonograph and .45 records. Daddy hedged asking, “Wouldn’t you rather have a new bike?”

Now of course, I had no idea my parents had already done their shopping and they’d bought each of us kids a new bike, and I’m sure it took every last dime they had to do that. I wanted a record player and I stuck to my guns…On Christmas morning, to my surprise, I had both a new bike and a record player. It was the best Christmas I ever had and I can tell you, I wore out both items…lol.

Another tradition we had was that as soon as the first big snow fell, we made Snow Ice Cream. If there was snow, it was a given that we would have snow cream…

I’d give most anything if I could turn back the pages to these days of lighthearted fun and laughter. Yes, times were hard, but enjoyed each other. With a family our size, it was either have fun together or an all out war…lol…anyway, I thought I’d share our family recipe for Snow Ice Cream:


A dishpan filled with sparkling clean snow
Add a half gallon of milk
A can of cream
2 eggs
A teaspoon of vanilla
Add sugar and sweeten to taste
Add more snow if it needs to be thicker
Sprinkle cinnamon on top of each bowl or add choclate syrup or any flavored syrups.

Now for the blurb and an excerpt from my latest release:

Book Two in Montana Men series.
Eternal Press

Rimrock—Home of the Montana men and the women who tame them.

Professional horse trainer Kaycee Spencer decides to relocate when she becomes the target of an insane stalker. She chooses remote Rimrock, Montana where no one can find her.

Jace Remington, co-owner of the Dancing Star Ranch, refuses to allow women around his thoroughbreds—females are nothing but trouble with a capital ‘T’—that is, until he meets Kaycee Spencer, a woman who crashes into his peaceful life with trouble close on her heels.

Set against the backdrop of the rugged mountains of Montana, Kaycee and Jace discover that if they are going to survive the vicious serial killer stalking Kaycee, they will have to learn to trust each other.

No Holds Barred, a roller-coaster ride of murder, romance, and the discovery love might conquer all.

She stole another quick glance of the cowboy and felt warmth creep into her cheeks. Ohmigod! Kaycee stared at the bill he’d just slipped under her glass. Shit! He thought she was a hooker! The dress! The freakin’ dress! She snatched up the bill and dropped it in his beer mug. “You’re wasting your time, Mister.”

He eyed her as if he thought she’d lost her mind.

“How much?” he asked quietly.

“Nothing! I don’t charge!”

He lifted a brow as if to say, Oh, you’re giving ‘it’ away?

“I—I mean—I’m not a—a—”

“My apologies, I misunderstood.” He fished the money out of his beer, shook off the excess liquid and shoved it in his shirt pocket.

Yeah, the dress, it was definitely too provocative.

Desperate to control the nervous flutter in her stomach, she downed the liquor in the tumbler in one hasty gulp—and swallowed liquid fire. The rich, amber liquid seared the back of her throat, blazed a path to her stomach, and lit a torch to her blood.


Her eyes watered. Her breath escaped her lungs in several fierce wheezes, joined by the most peculiar suction noises she’d ever heard, then her throat abruptly closed. No wheezes. No suctions. No air. Nothing but dead air space remained between her ears and her lungs.

Uuuuh. Uuuuh.” She tried sucking in a lungful of air. No go. Oh God, she was going to explode or implode, she wasn’t sure which, but the ploy to remain unruffled was lost along with her ability to breathe. She gasped, coughed and thought she just might flop over onto the floor and have a seizure.

“Are you all right?”

His voice, laced with a rich drawl steeped with the flavor of the Old West—and spoken far too close to her ear, sounded like heaven’s idea of black velvet seduction. He leaned closer. His movement brought him so near, the rim of his Stetson brushed her hair. It shrouded them in a shadow of false intimacy.

She tilted back her head, startled to find herself looking directly into his onyx gaze. It was something of a shock to feel his warm hand glide across the bare skin on her back. More shocking to realize he was gently stroking her spine. Oh, shit!

A jolt of physical awareness shot through her. The caress was oddly soothing, as though he was gentling her to his touch. Breaking her in like a mare he planned to ride hard, she thought cynically.

Kaycee jerked away as if a bolt of lightning had struck her.

“Easy, honey,” he whispered soothingly. He carefully tucked a stray curl behind her ear, then grinned. Deep dimples appeared in his right cheek. “I never harm kids, dogs, horses, or beautiful ladies.”

Well, guess that’s it for me…Again, Thank You, Sloane for being so patient…I’ll place each person’s name who leaves a comment today into a hat and hold a drawing tonight at 6pm, CST…that lucky person gets their choice of one of my books, so be sure and scope out my website at http://www.tabithashay.com

Happy Holidaze,

Tabitha Shay

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13 Responses to “TIZ THE SEASON”

  1. Sloane Says:

    Tabs, thanks for coming out after all your computer woes. I do appreciate it.

    Your books are terrific! I can’t seem to get enough of them:)

    My granddaughters saw the Snow Ice Cream recipe and are headed out the door to gather what I hope is clean snow. LOL


  2. jan springer Says:

    Hi Sloane and Tabitha!

    Nice snow ice cream recipe! Yummy!
    “No Holes Barred” sounds like a great read, Tabitha! Loved the excerpt!

    Merry Christmas!

    jan springer

  3. Opal Campbell Says:

    WOW Tabby, To bad we don’t get snow in Texas! Snow Icecream sounds good. I can’t wait to read the entire Montana Men series. The first one is getting really good 🙂

  4. Tabitha Shay Says:

    Ty, Jan, Angie and Sloane,I’m so happy to be Sloane’s guest today and Jan, I’m glad you enjoyed the excerpt for no Holds Barredand boy Angie, if your name is drawn, what book can I give you, you’ve already read all mine…Hmm, I might have to promise you a free copy of a future book…Hope all you get a chance to enjoy the snow cream and yes Sloane. it’s very important your granddaughters get clean snow…no doggie pee in it…lol…Tabs

  5. Tabitha Shay Says:

    Hi Opal,
    Dang, that’s right, you don’t get much snow in Texas…actually, we don’t get much snow in Oklahoma any more, at least not in this part of Okie Land, but there was a time…so glad you’re enjoying the first Montana Men book…maybe you’ll win the second book in the series today….good luck…Tabs

  6. Tabitha Shay Says:

    Hi Ann Marie,
    Lol…I know what you mean, less violence and more enjoyable times for all…Oooh, I hope you enjoy the Snow Cream, wish we had some snow here so I could make a big pan full…and a nice hot toddy sounds so inviting too…Enjoy…Tabs

  7. loretta Says:


    I remember making snow ice cream with my family when we were young. Good memories.


  8. Ginger Says:

    It sounds as though snow ice cream was a tradition for some of us. It’s one of the few fond memories I have of my early childhood years. Thanks, Tabby for bringing back the image of my mom, opening the window of our Massachusetts tenement, scooping clean snow off the roof and mixing up a bowl of ice cream for me. I was around four at the time and I still lick my lips at the memories of the taste. Now…if only I had some snow, I could try out your recipe.

    You know I’m your biggest fan…in more ways than one, and I always enjoy anything you have to say. Love the excerpts, and love you!


  9. Tabitha Shay Says:

    Hi Loretta,
    Glad you could stop by…Yes, these are some very wonderful memories for me too….Tabs

  10. Tabitha Shay Says:

    Hi Miz Ging,
    I’m always glad to have you drop in on my guest blogging…TY so much, it’s very sweet of you to say you love me and love my books…I love yours as well and Lady, you know you have my love…one of the best friends I could ever hope to have…Tabs

  11. Tabitha Shay Says:

    Hi Aleta,
    TY for dropping by, I’m so glad to see you here…I’m glad you love my books..yeah. customs are probably pretty much the same for all of us who gre up in the same time frame….Tabs

  12. Tabitha Shay Says:

    Congrats goes to Jan, my seven year old granddaughter drew Jan’s name from the hat…Jan, you get you rchoice ofany one of my books…you can email me at cnnblaylock@yahoo.com
    and tell which book you want…Thanks to everyone who came by today and left a comment…See you all on the loops…Tabs

  13. jan springer Says:

    I won! I won! I’ve picked No Holes Barred! Thanks to your granddaughter for picking my name. 🙂

    jan, doing the snoopy snap happy dance