So…the theme of the week is “Mythical Creatures.” Hrmmmm…. Do I have any of those lurking around my books or WIPs? Why, yes. How about that! Since Nikos was featured in yesterday’s Tuesday Treats, I thought I’d share today’s snippet from THAT OL’ BLACK MAGIC. This is the first meeting between Sade and Nikos, in a restaurant in New Orleans. As a set-up, Sade is there investigating the murder of an important magick. She’s just read a text message from her godfather, the master vampire Mathias, to drop the case. Thes snippet opens with her spoken response to his order…
“The hell you say, you fangy sonavabitch.”
“I beg your pardon?”
Sade looked up from her phone. And up some more. The man standing at her table put a crick in her neck. His pale blue eyes flashed silver in the golden lights of the chandelier above her table. That same fixture cast a soft halo around him and she had to squint to get a better look. His close-cropped hair was of indiscriminate color and he wore his expensive suit like a second skin.
She really wished Caleb was with her. He’d sniff out the magick’s flavor in a heartbeat. Or Roman. Roman was older than dirt. Hell, Roman was dirt. Or granite. Same thing.
Emeralds set in a buffed, silver metal—platinum if Sade had to guess—sparked at the magick’s cuffs. A watch that probably cost six-months’ worth of her salary gleamed on his right wrist. Impeccable. If she had to describe him in one word, that would be it. Impeccable. And sexy. Oh, mama, the man was that.
His full lips curled into a knowing smile and his eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly as he gazed at her. “I hope you were not speaking to me. I am neither fangy nor a son of a bitch.”
Eric appeared with an ice bucket and stand, making a show of setting it beside the table and decanting the champagne. Sade watched with one brow arched before turning a lazy gaze toward the man still standing expectantly.
“What flavor are you?”
His eyes narrowed as he stared down at her and a layer of his sophistication slipped slightly. Nikos briefly wondered if he’d made a mistake. Then her emerald green eyes snapped and he knew she was most definitely something beyond normal experience, even for the Drakon of the Kholkikos Clan.
“Nikolas Constantine. May I join you?”
“Sade Marquis. No, you may not.”
Her voice vibrated through him and the small mark at the corner of her mouth beckoned him with each word. Ignoring her denial, he pulled out a chair and sat.
“Seriously? What part of no do you not understand?”
“Your steak is getting cold, Sade.”
“That’s Special Agent Marquis to you.” She put her palm on the table and when she moved her hand, her badge case flipped open to her ID. “FBI.”
If he’d been standing he would have backpedaled a few steps. He’d been so enthralled by her looks the import of her name had blown over him like a cloud playing peek-a-boo with the sun. Even more intrigued now, he leaned forward, holding her gaze.
“What brings the infamous Special Agent Sade Marquis of the FBI to New Orleans?”
Her mouth thinned and her chin raised a fraction. “Official business. And you haven’t answered my question.”
“What question would that be?”
“What are you, Nikolas Constantine?”
This is the book that started it all–the first case in the Penumbra Papers. And now I have the urge to go back and reread it, even though I wrote it. What about y’all? Are you tempted? And if you haven’t read this book, you need to. Seriously! Just click on the title and go grab it. It’s available wide. Writers? Any mythical characters to share? Readers, what’s your favorite mythical critter?