Excerpt Monday & Giveaway – The Darkness of Sable by F.L. Bicknell

Welcome F.L. Bicknell to IRMC Books to share an excerpt from The Darkness of Sable. After reading the excerpt, follow the steps at the end for a chance to win $10 in ARe Omnibucks!

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F.L. Bicknell

The Darkness of Sable

Paranormal erotic romance

Passion in Print Press

Interracial romance

 

BLURB:

Struggling to deal with the disappearance of her daughter and in a creative slump, sculptress Sable Hendricks-Tade travels to Florida for rest and relaxation only to find herself thrust between divided paranormal worlds. One side wants her dead and the other will do anything to keep her in its “wicked” embrace. Determined to get answers, she searches for her missing daughter and spirals into the realm of immortals and goddesses where she quickly realizes her agent is her only anchor to reality. But can she trust him to keep her safe?

 

Thomas Valimar, a highly trained marshal working with a network of humans to maintain the line between the paranormal and human worlds, is assigned to protect Sable from the magic she doesn’t realize she possesses. Operating undercover as her agent, his duty soon turns to passion as he falls for the beautiful artist.

 

Drawing Sable into their world of sex, magic, and intrigue, the dark forces will do anything keep Sable in their clutches so they may feed from her emotions and mysterious ability. Only through sheer determination and Thomas’ love can Sable walk through other realms and not only battle the paranormal creatures that wish to destroy her live but save her daughter as well.

 

EXCERPT:

The limo waited outside of the Seascape Hotel five blocks away from Sable’s accommodations. She used her cell and called Hal’s room. Minutes later, he emerged from the grand double doors. The chauffeur opened the limo door for him, and her ex got in beside her.

“Hey, babe,” he said. His gaze roved over her white culottes, peach tank top with tiny fern sprigs and her long, heavy braid coiled on the seat next to her. “You look fresh and enticing.”

She ignored his suggestive comment. “The bar we’re going to is only a few blocks from here,” she said. “Let’s concentrate on what we can find out about our daughter—and nothing else.”

Her pointed look landed wide of her target. His crystal-blue eyes filled with an ill-concealed challenge. “Why can’t we enjoy one another’s company too?” he countered. “After all, we were married for nineteen years.”

“Trust me, after that long, the thrill is gone.”

His laughter invaded the back of the limo. “One thing never changes,” he said, “and that’s your sarcasm.”

“Coming from you, I’ll take that as a compliment. Besides, you’re remarried, or have you forgotten again?”

They rode across town in silence. Sable’s thoughts kept returning to Thomas and the bizarre anger and hurt she’d felt toward him over Yasmine. Did Thomas take the black beauty back to his suite after the coffee shop? He’d have to be dead not to be attracted to the Sex Goddess. Sable wrinkled her nose. Thank God she’d only had to deal with the woman during the gala. She didn’t know if she could have stomached another episode of Boobs and Ass in Action.

Besides, if Yasmine would make another appearance, Sable just might have to snatch her bald. Where do I get off being possessive of Thomas? She drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. He’s my agent, not my lover, for God’s sake.

“Hey.” Hal nudged her arm. “Where are you?”

Heat rose up her neck and into her cheeks. “Just hoping that we find something tangible that may lead us to Cheyenne.”

“Judging by the red of your face, you’re lying,” he said. “Finally started fucking your agent, eh?”

She shifted in the seat and looked directly at her ex. No matter how much Hal’s eyes reminded her of the waters that surrounded the Bahamas, he was still a jackass. If she looked deeply enough, she could see the true shark in him.

So why did it take me nearly a quarter of my life to finally see the real man I married?

“Don’t start your shit with me, Hal,” she said so quietly she wasn’t sure he heard her.

“Mee-row,” he said snidely.

“If only I’d seen you for what you really are years ago,” she said. “It would have saved me so much grief.”

Panting permeated the passenger area.

“Oh, come on, Sable.” Leaning toward her, Hal placed his hand on her thigh. “Haven’t you missed me just a little bit?”

An eerie squeak followed. The panting grew louder.

Sable’s attention shifted to the macabre sounds. No, no…they can’t be back, can they? Even in the limo? Why? Terrified of what she might see, she looked from window to window and from floor to ceiling.

Hal slid his hand higher up her thigh. “We had some good years, didn’t we? Maybe we could have a few more.”

Growls erupted from under her seat. Her heart galloped so hard that dizziness assailed her.

“That’s the past,” she replied softly, her breath short, her attention focused on the frightening sounds filling the car. Surely Hal can hear them too?

She turned to look at her ex-husband only to find his arms pulling her into his embrace. His mouth descended upon hers, his clean-shaven face smooth. One of his hands gripped her hip, and the other hand glided around her body. He tightened his arms about her, attempting to draw her onto his lap.

For a moment, the familiarity of his touch and kiss almost defeated Sable’s defenses and her fears of the unknown. It would be so easy to fall back into old habits and into the arms of a man whom she’d known for so many years, the father of her child. In some ways, there was safety in the familiar, the old, but in other ways, there were new dangers and irrevocable heartache.

No, this can’t happen, won’t happen.

Sable pushed him away and settled back into her seat. “Stop it, Hal.”

“Why? You want me, I want you—”

“No, I don’t want you, and you only want to prove some senseless, egotistical point, or worse, use me for some stupid reason.”

He offered his most rakish grin and taunted her. “Haven’t you ever done it in a limousine?”

“As a matter of fact, I have, but I don’t want to do it with you.” She fought the urge to slap him so hard he’d find himself in Cuba. Anger at herself boiled in her gut too. How could she have allowed herself to lapse even a few moments? She knew what Hal was like, knew his tricks and what a deceiver he was.

But, she suddenly realized, the only thing she’d felt when Hal had kissed her was a false sense of comfort. There was no desire, no racing heart, no need to be joined as one person and escape into a private heaven.

Only Thomas makes me feel that way.

 

***For a chance to win the ARe Omnibucks, answer the following question, put “SABLE” in the email’s subject, and email your answer to bicknellbrown @sbcglobal.net. Enter to win by Friday, September 2nd at Midnight.

Question: When Hal makes Sable mad, she wants to slap him so hard he lands in what country?

 

 

6 comments

  1. Morning everyone! I have to say one thing this book is the best!!! If you haven’t read it, read it! You will not be disappointed. And look you also get a chance at more books what else can you ask for!

    Keep writing Faith because I love to read.

    Trinity

  2. Lori says:

    great excerpt! Can’t wait to read it

  3. Hi Trinity and Lori, so glad you stopped in and left me comments!

    Trinity, you’ve always been a fan of The Darkness of Sable, which makes me smile. Sable is determined to find her daughter but finds true love too. However, Thomas is just too delicious to pass up, lol.

    Lori, I hope you enjoy reading the book. Grab a fire extinguisher, tho. The book has some hot-hot scenes!

  4. Fiona McGier says:

    Hi Faith…great excerpt! She wants to smack him so hard he’ll land in Cuba! Maybe get rolled and smoked like a cigar?

  5. LOL, well, Hal’s pulled his last stunt, so if he gets rolled it’s only gonna be that cigar–or worse if Thomas gets hold of him!

  6. It’s Saturday morning and my 6-yr-old son just picked a winner out of the hat of entries.

    Winner: Mizztuts!

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