Blog Hop -- Sabine's Blessings

Welcome to the Beyond Fairytale Blessings Blog hop. Whatever N.D. Wylders told you is a complete fabrication. I hadn't had any coffee that morning. *Clears throat* Okay maybe half a cup...or so...FINE I CONFESS! It was a whole cup. Stop looking at me like that. I can quit any time. I'm not addicted. *Hides my coffee cup*

Anyway, I am glad you could join us for our blog hop. I am also excited that we have so many different Beyond Fairytale authors joining us as well. So sit back, enjoy and don't forget to enter our giveaway for set of Beyond Fairytale books. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! ~TL

“Hurry up you two!” Sabine called out from the living room. They were already five minutes late for their dinner plans. “I swear you’re both worse than women.”

“I seriously doubt that,” Stuart answered as he walked down the hall, and out into the living room. 

“Besides, it’s your fault we’re running behind. You insisted on a long shower.” Okay, so technically she had, but she knew neither of them were going to complain about that.

“Big Momma is a precise woman. She likes everything to be perfect for her guests and I want to make a great first impression with you guys.”

“Well, I doubt you’ll have any issues. We’ll take the blame for being late.” Kyle said, as he came up behind Stuart, adjusting the knot on his tie.

Big Momma had been the first person who insisted she see Sabine to make sure she was all right after the attempt on her life. She even offered Sabine a place to stay while the guys recovered in the hospital, but Sabine couldn’t take her offer. Her place had been with Kyle and Stuart. So, she made the kind older woman a deal. After everyone was healed and settled back into their routine, she would bring them by…of course, she hadn’t expected it to take so long.

“I’m still trying to figure out how we didn’t know about her restaurant.” Stuart closed the door behind them and walked over to their car. “I’ve been here a long time and never once have I seen or heard about her place.”

“It’s all in who you know,” Sabine grinned and winked at him before getting in the vehicle. “Besides, Big Momma doesn’t advertise. She goes by word of mouth and is quite content to keep it that way.”

When they finally arrived, the line for those waiting to have dinner with Big Momma was wrapped around the building. It was tradition. Every year Big Momma closed down the restaurant the day before Thanksgiving and feed the homeless. This year was no exception. Sabine led both men through the employee entrance and into the kitchen.

“Big Momma? Where are you at?” she called out, a little nervous for the first time since she woke up that morning.

“I’m right here, child.” Big Momma answered walking around one of the big ovens. “Ohhh, let me get a look at you.” She held out her arms and grinned as Sabine took her hands. “You look beautiful, Sabine. Your momma would’ve been proud.”

Sabine blushed. “Thank you Momma. I brought a couple of stragglers along with me too.” Turning to the side, Sabine introduced both men. “Momma this is Stuart Renwick and Kyle Novak.” Each of her men stepped forward and shook Momma’s hand, and then wrapped each man in a bear hug. Kyle and Stuart grunted and gave a breathy laugh, before pulling back.

“Come on, we can’t stand here all day and gab. We have people to feed and dishes to wash.” They followed Big Momma out to the front of her restaurant and stood at their designated stations. She placed her hands on her ample hips and began speaking to everyone who joined her for the day. “Now, you can’t go slow, but you must be polite. Most them people lost everything in Katrina. Lawd knows, the city ain’t done a thing for them. We will though. We’ll feed them till they bust and make sure they have some for tomorrow.” A loving smile crossed her lips and she clapped her hands together. “We be doin’ Gods work. Remember be grateful for what ya have.”

A few minutes later, the door opened and the people walked in, giving their thanks as each person at their designated station piled their plates high with food. A couple of children were weaved in with the adults and some even know Sabine’s detectives. Both were cordial to Momma’s patrons, and even offered to help a few find work. Her heart swelled with pride as they continued to feed the homeless.

By the time everyone was fed, and the dishes were washed, Big Momma had taken a seat in the dining area with her cup of tea. Sabine and the guys were seated with her eating their own dinner. “So, when you both gonna make her a proper woman?” Big Momma didn’t mince words.

Stuart and Kyle both choked but it was Stuart who recovered first. “We were waiting for the right time, ma’am.”

“Child, it’s Momma, none of this ma’am stuff.” She picked up her cup and took a sip. “There’s no time like the present. You waste your days wantin’ for somethin’ perfect. Perfect be when you get down on one knee. Both you.”

Sabine wanted to crawl under a rock. They’d never talked about marriage and in all honesty, she’d been perfectly happy with their arrangements as it was. “Big Momma. Sometimes things are the way they’re supposed to be. I’m happy. Doesn’t that count for something?”

“Sure it does, girl,” she smiled. “But these men, have to also realize a proper woman like yourself ain’t gonna wait forever.”

God love Momma, she was tenacious. “Yes, but I believe they have a say as well. Wouldn’t want to put them in a position they don’t want so soon.”

“Actually,” Stuart started, as he got down on one knee. “This is the perfect time.” He lifted up a black velvet box in his hand and opened it.

“We kind of set you up, Sabine.” Kyle followed suit, holding his own box. “We already talked to Big Momma.”

Sabine couldn’t believe her eyes nor what the guys were telling her. She glanced at Big Momma, who prodded her forward. Merriment filled her chocolate colored eyes as her belly laugh made Sabine smile. “What in the world?”

“We’re asking you to marry us,” Stuart shrugged. “Unless we’ve read the whole situation wrong.”

Sabine glanced over at Kyle then back to Stuart. “Yes.” She didn’t even have to contemplate if she were making the right decision or not. She knew with every bit of her being, these two men, were who she was meant to spend the rest of her life with. “Yes to both of you.” Her vision blurred as tears gathered in her eyes. “Well put the rings on.” She gave a watery laugh, holding out her left hand. “I want to see what they look like.”

Stuart then Kyle placed their rings onto her finger then gave her a soft kiss, sealing the deal. “Lawd, there be some bed hoppin tonight,” Big Momma teased. “Why don’t you run on home and celebrate.”

Sabine glanced over at Big Momma. “Are you sure you don’t need any more help?”

“No, child. Everything is done put up. Dishes washed. Pans cleaned. There ain’t no food to put away. I’m goin' home to rest.”

Sabine smiled and nodded. “Join us tomorrow for a proper Thanksgiving?”

“I’d like that, baby. Now, go on, get. Go home and drive those men crazy.” She patted Sabine’s hand and gave her a wink. “Remember what tomorrow’s all about, ya hear?”

“Yes, Momma. I promise.” She knew exactly what Momma was talking about. She was so grateful for both men. For them saving her. For them being in her life. Without them, she sure wouldn’t have been able to spend the day with her, Sabine knew that for sure.

If Thanksgiving reminded her of just one thing, it was to be grateful for what you have and hold tight to it. To love like it was your last day and live life to its fullest. You never know what might happen, but one thing is for certain, things happen for a reason and she was thankful for the two men who rescued her.



Sabine Babineaux, daughter of the mayor of New Orleans and waitress at The Three Princesses bar, is snatched from the street after a late night at work and knocked unconscious. Waking in a cage, Sabine is determined to escape and take the other women in the basement lair with her.

Stuart Renwick and Kyle Novak, detectives with the New Orleans police department, are assigned a kidnapping case with multiple victims. However, when one of the missing women, Sabine Babineaux, arrives at their precinct, injured and terrified, they take the damsel in distress under their wings and into their home. But the gallant detectives find their princess a big temptation. What will she say when they tell her they like to share?

Can they work fast enough to find out who the kidnapper is and bring them to justice or will they take more victims or come for Sabine again?
Will Sabine survive long enough to explore her feelings for both detectives? Or will Stuart and Kyle fall at the hands of her kidnapper. 


Pressing her palm to the wound, she got up and started running again. Sabine could hear the footsteps getting closer to her before another shot rang out. Bystanders turned in her direction, craning their necks to see what the commotion was. An excited thrill rolled through her. Surely someone would come to her rescue. But if she thought the pedestrians walking around her were actually going to step into the fray, she had another thing coming. Sabine came to the lip of the alley as people passed in front of her, not even bothered by her predicament. Others threw her dirty looks, giving her a wide berth.

In front of her, not more than two hundred feet away, sat a cab by the curb. Behind her, the man’s footsteps grew loud, causing her to cringe at the sound. If she was going to get away, she needed to go now, but the pain was excruciating, and she felt woozy as hell. Each step would take all of her concentration and strength. One more step. You can do this. You can’t go back. Her mental pep talk pushed her on until she was only ten feet from the car. Her hand reached out for the handle, and she pulled it open. Sweet relief filled her.

“Police. Please.” She wheezed, leaning awkwardly against the seat. “Please go.” Frantic, she looked up at the man in the driver’s seat. “Please hurry before they take me.”

“She’s going to get away.” She could hear the goon getting closer to the car, and she broke down crying. The man wasn’t going to move. She was going to be taken back to her hellhole.

“Please, sir. Help me.” She twisted in the seat and saw how close the men were. “They’ve kidnapped me.” Whatever trance the man had been under broke, and his gaze shifted to hers, widening as he noticed she only wore a bra and panties.. “Thank God.” She sighed. “Police please.”

The man blinked several times then stammered. “Y-you need a hospital, not the police.”

“No! They’ll find me in a hospital. Police! Just take me to any station. I don’t care where.” Sabine lay down on the seat and closed her eyes. The sweet air of the city caressed her, wrapping her in a blanket of comfort. She knew she should be scared by the amount of blood she was losing, but she couldn’t muster the care to worry. She was free; that was all that mattered.

The cab came to a stop some time later, and she sat up. The world spun on its axis. The sound of bees buzzing filled her ears as she broke out in a cold sweat, and she began to shake violently. Sabine tried in vain to make her body cooperate with her, but it was a no go. Her brain was muddled, and nothing made sense anymore. Not even her body would oblige her and move. “Where am I?” Sabine whispered, licking her lips.

“The lady is right here,” the cabbie said, opening the door. “She’s bleeding and wearing next to nothing.”

A thread of embarrassment slid through her, but as quickly as it was there, it was gone. “Help me,” she croaked. The world around her was slowly floating away. No matter how much she tried to keep her eyes open, she couldn’t gather the strength needed to do so. “I…can’t…go…back.” Unconsciousness, blissful yet scary, drifted around her, cradling her in a void of nothingness.

“No, you don’t, sweetheart.” A gruff voice called to her, drawing her out of the darkness. “Come back to us.”

Sabine’s eyes fluttered open then shut again. She didn’t want to open her eyes. The darkness was safe. It was comfortable there. There was no pain. No cages. Freedom lurked in the darkness.

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