Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Meet and Greet FAITH BICKNELL!

Today I'd like you to meet the wonderful author Faith Bicknell. You might have seen her around this talented author is published under her name as well as pen name Molly Diamond. She's here today talking about her wonderful book, The Darkness of Sable.




So without further ado, here's Faith.

1. What led you to become a writer?

My mother's love for reading. She always had a book in her hand, and we spent a lot of time in the local library. She'd tell me about the books she'd read, and since I'm an only child, I spent a lot of time reading, drawing, and then eventually writing. I enjoyed writing so much I began writing around the age of six and it has stuck with me ever since.

2. What drew you to your characters in this story?

One day I was watching something on VH1 about Lenny Kravitz cutting off his dreadlocks. It inspired me, and I wondered what would happen if a woman had grown her hair super long for years only to have all her miseries, worries, fears, etc., tied to her locks. I devour anything I can find about faerie lore, mythology, legends, and the paranormal, so I combined those things to bring several characters to life from Sable and Thomas, the heroine and hero, to Hal, Rick, Goldie, Isa and many more in my novel. After that, the plot ran away with me.

3. What is the premise of your story?

Sable Hendricks-Tade is a famous sculptress looking for her now-adult daughter who ran away at seventeen. Sable has a mysterious gift she's unaware of until now, so the Old World of Parnorms sends Thomas to protect her, posing as her agent. While in Naples, Florida for an art show, strange things begin to happen that leads Sable to her daughter, but endangers Sable's life. She struggles with her attraction to Thomas, who is forbidden to fall in love with his charges.

4. Do you have a favorite scene you'd like to share?

One of my favorite things in The Darkness of Sable is how she fights with her ex-husband. I'm naturally snarky and often use dark humor, so it appears in my paranormal books. Here's my favorite scene where Hal decides he's going to reveal the "true" reason he's flown to Naples to see her.

Sable shook her head. Once the waitress had moved away, Sable added, “I hope you’re not going to drop one of your classic bombs on me.” Picking up her cup, she regarded her ex-husband over its rim.
He stared back at her, his blue-ocean-water eyes unblinking. At a table behind Sable, a woman laughed, the sound shrill and irritating. Two tables over, a little girl asked her mommy where the restroom was, and amongst the background noises, Sable detected the low hum of the aquarium’s air pump.
An odd sensation wriggled over her skin. Why is he looking at me like that? I haven’t seen him look at me like that since... She frowned. “Hal?”
“I wanted to clear the air between us, Sable,” Hal began. He reached for his pipe where he’d set it by his cup, hand hovering over it, but his gaze moved to the little no-smoking sign on the wall next to their table. Beside the pipe lay a package of expensive vanilla tobacco. Sable blinked. He’d switched back to vanilla? Hal sighed and retrieved two packets of Splenda from the condiment caddy instead. “I know you were honest with me when you said you saw Cheyenne on the street.” He tore the ends off the packs and dumped their contents into his cup.
“You’re telling me this now? After months of trying to get you to listen to me?” Sable stated, uncertain how to respond. If she said the wrong thing, it might trigger his memory, and all the dreams, feelings, and misgivings he was experiencing would make sense. He’d remember what had occurred—Goldie, Isa, Emerald, the vamps, Cheyenne, and everything else—and she, Hal and Thomas would be in jeopardy of a pissed-off den.
“I know I’ve been a jerk,” he said.
“Try a jackass,” she snarked.
He looked at her. Hundreds of mental cogs whirred behind his eyes.
What’s going on with him? He’s acting so odd.
“You’re right,” Hal continued, his voice softer. “I am a jackass. So much so that I married another woman when I’m still in love with you.”
Shock rushed through every artery, vein and capillary of Sable’s body. She blinked.
“Did you hear me?”
“Uh-huh.” She nodded. “I’m just waiting until the warning sirens stop wailing in my head.”
He smirked. “I deserve that, but I’m serious, Sable. I still love you. I need to know if there’s any chance we can patch things up and get married again.”
“No.”
This time he blinked. “No?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Why?”
“Hal, it’s impossible for us to get along,” she began. She couldn’t stand that wounded-puppy look on his face. She focused on the aquarium instead. Angelfish and some sort of bright yellow ones swam to and fro through the air bubbles coursing upward in the tank’s center. “When I say black, you say white. If I had an opinion, you insisted it doesn’t count. When I’d try to help you, you didn’t want it. When I needed help, you refused it or you just weren’t there for me period.” She sat back, her hands flat against the tabletop, and met his gaze again. “Should I recite the entire list? Do you really have that much time?”
The derisive snort he issued answered her question. “It’s funny, but I guess it’s true when they say that you never realize what you have until you lose it.”
“I’ve moved on.”
“I see that.”
“I just don’t love you anymore. I’m sorry, Hal.”
Hal shrugged, picked up a spoon and stirred his coffee. He cast a longing glance at his pipe just inches away from his cup. “Don’t be sorry.”
“I don’t understand this sudden change of heart, Hal.”
“It’s not a sudden change,” he said. “I’ve just ignored it for a long time. I married Jacquelyn because I thought I was in love with her when I was actually marrying the idea that she made me feel young, that maybe I could start over, and that if I had someone else to occupy my thoughts, then I wouldn’t think so much about you.” His hand shook, and he left the spoon in the cup, placing his hands in his lap.
“Oh, Hal. I don’t know what to say.” She fought off the tightness in her throat. If she showed any sympathy whatsoever, Hal would jump on it, hammer away at it. She didn’t need the upset, nor did he, really, especially now that he realized she didn’t love him. On the flip side, it felt good to know that despite nearly a quarter of a lifetime together, she was truly over Hal. She’d grown as a person and had moved on where Hal clung to the past. Sable had dreams and aspirations with someone who waited upstairs for her, and Hal would return to a woman who was undoubtedly using him like he’d used Sable.
“Well, I should be going.” Hal stood, pulled out his wallet, withdrew a ten and threw it on the table. “I made the choice to marry Jacquelyn, so I should go home and try to make things work. Maybe if I can make her happy like I should’ve done for you, I can redeem myself.”
“But wouldn’t she want you to love her too?” Sable picked up her cup and sipped.
His eyes hardened into pale ice chips. “I really don’t think Jacquelyn gives a shit as long as the money keeps coming in. The sex isn’t even good. She takes one look at me, and my dick crawls up my ass, elbows the hemorrhoid, and says, ‘Hey, buddy, stick your head out and see if she’s still there.’”
Sable laughed, snorted and coughed, trying not to spew coffee through her nose. “Hal!”
He laughed, the action softening the hard lines of his face. For a moment, Sable caught a glimpse of the man she married so many years ago. He picked up his suit jacket slung across the back of a chair and snagged his pipe, cupping it in his free hand. “Sable, it’s obvious Thomas loves you. He’ll be good for you.” He stooped and placed a kiss as soft as dandelion fluff on her temple. “I’m sorry I wasn’t the man you needed, but take care because the chance I just offered you is gone now.” He remained there by her ear, his breath hot on her neck.
She froze, afraid to look at him. Something sinister tickled the edges of her senses. “Wh-what are you talking about?”
“If you had taken me back, I could have protected you. Now you’re on your own.”
She gulped. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“What you and Thomas pulled last night was a nice try, but I’ve been a step ahead of you both all along.” One very cool hand brushed the tendrils of hair from her face.
Sable couldn’t move. She couldn’t even risk a glance at her ex-husband for fear of what she’d see.
“Look at me, Sable,” Hal whispered.
It seemed like it took ages for her to gather enough nerve to turn her head toward him. Slowly, she looked at him, her gaze meeting his blue orbs that glowed with a feral light.
“I warned you,” he said. “I tried, I really did.” He smiled, revealing sharp incisors. “You see, I’ve discovered another way to remain young forever. However, the next time we meet, I may not be so gracious, Sable.” With that, he turned and strode from the cafĂ©.

5. What can we look forward to seeing from you in the year 2012?

Actually I just finished up a new sci-fi romance novel that's now in my agent's hands. My desire is that a publisher acquires it by the first part of the year, and I'm also hoping to be out and about signing copies of Ruby, the White King and Marilyn Monroe (http://amzn.to/rTuIPl) during the 2012 summer, but with all the craziness and new grandbabies arriving in the family around the same time, I'm not too sure about my traveling agenda yet. However, if anyone is in Gatlinburgh, Tennesse for RomFest (www.RomFest.com) during June 2012, I should be there if all goes well so look me up at the event!

Where can readers find you?

www.FaithBicknell.com and my alter ego www.MollyDiamond.com

www.Facebook.com/FaithBicknellBrown and my FB author page www.Facebook.com/F.L.Bicknell

www.Twitter.com/Faith_Zinnia

www.Myspace.com/Faith_Zinnia

www.Goodreads.com/FLBicknell

For more information about The Darkness of Sable in print or ebook you can get it at Amazon here http://amzn.to/u6adl5 or just about any other distributor.