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and Blood
Steve Haberman
are letter bombs.


There are car bombs.
And in Steve
Haberman’s upcoming DARKNESS AND BLOOD, there is a file
bomb, ultra top secret information so horrifying in its content that
an unintended recipient, after downloading it, dies from a heart

The south of France, past midnight.

An American
intelligence officer, accompanied by several bodyguards, has secretly
flown in from London, with some terrible news.  The news is for
a friend, a very ex-intelligence agent, hiding out in an
ancient farmhouse.  A mutual confidant, a retired MI5
analyst, he explains, has suffered an odd cardiac arrest and died. To
compound the mystery, just before the death, three men had entered
the deceased’s flat.  Two of them ranked high up in British
domestic intelligence; the third–from the CIA or MI6?–was an
unknown. Minutes later, presumably after their old friend had passed
away, those three fled his flat and disappeared into the London
So sets in motion with this strange night tale the
soon-to-be-released thriller, DARKNESS AND BLOOD. The
unnerving, all-too-real sequel to THE KILLING PLOY.


University of Texas graduate, Steve Haberman pursued legal studies at
UCLA before embarking on a career as a legal assistant. Profitable
stock market investments made travel abroad possible, and he has
since visited Europe extensively and frequently, including London,
Paris, Prague, Berlin, as well as Milan and Budapest. Many of these
feature as settings in his two e-book novels. “Murder Without
Pity,” a murder mystery with tragic echoes from the past, occurs
in Paris. “The Killing Ploy” (with heavy overtones of “fake
news” before that was topical) is set partially in several
Continental capitals. His two works in progress, “Darkness and
Blood,” the sequel to “The Killing Ploy,” and “Winston
Churchill’s Renegade Spy” also use foreign locales. He is
presently planning another three month trip abroad for research on a
fifth thriller, this one set in the post World War II apocalyptic
ruin of the German capital.



Chapter 1


Pablo de Silva, ex-CIA agent, awoke from the restless sleep of a man on the run. Had
he heard a noise somewhere outside his farmhouse? Intel operatives had found his hideaway to
kidnap him back to his former boss? Terrorists, avenging the killing of their leader, had tracked
him down? Or a jealous husband set on murdering his wife who had fled his beatings and who
lay just as uneasily beside him.
“Qu’est-ce que c’est?” she asked in a whisper. What is it?
He whispered back, “Je ne sais pas.” I don’t know, and he put a finger to her lips. He
listened a moment longer in the absolute stillness of the country night, trying to place the sound.
After a moment longer, sure now he had heard something, he patted her warm naked thigh; stay
here, his intimate gesture implied.
He leaped from their bed and tiptoed to the room’s threshold. A dash across the darkened
living room, and he stood at one of the two windows that overlooked the dirt drive. He knelt,
feeling the cold wooden floor on his knees, and, nudging apart the curtains, peered out.
Squinting past the crack in the partly opened wooden shutters, he saw nothing except the
thick blackness of night. He heard only the same sound that kept him tense, a mechanical rattle.
It came from a car, he saw at last, headlights out, its menacing silhouette looming closer to the
end of his farmhouse’s drive. He realized they didn’t have time to flee or for him to search for
his 32 cal revolver.
“It’s Robert, I know it is. He’ll kill us both, Pablo.”
Pablo glanced over his shoulder. “Stay in our bedroom, Gabriella.”
“He’s that kind of husband. He’s crazy with jealousy.”
“Just do as I say, dammit, and lock the door.” Pablo peeked out through the curtains
again, ending further discussion. Only one car, not several. Parked about ten feet from the stone
steps leading to his front door. Three men in silhouette in the car; a fourth in darkened outline,
above average in height, stepping out. Four men in one vehicle, not a convoy bringing a snatch
or kill team. More than likely Gabriella’s husband with his armed investigators had somehow
found them out.
The man passed in front of several cypress trees bordering the drive, and Pablo
silently cursed losing sight of him. He pressed his ear against the paneled oak wall, straining to
hear through the thick wood. “I’ll do the front,” the man called out to his companions. “You guys
check around back. The barn especially. Search everywhere.” Or did he say, “Search for that
pair?” Pablo pressed his ear hard against the wall.

“You sure we got the right farmhouse?” an accomplice, younger sounding, asked. “With
all these weeds, the place looks pretty abandoned.”
“It’s not abandoned, trust me. It’s exactly where someone wily would hide out.” He
paused, muttering about the damn cold and the damn mud. In that moment Pablo believed he had
heard that soft voice before. Then saw he had forgotten to turn the locks, and his thoughts were
on the impending attack.
A heavy tread, heel, toe, heel, toe, now inches from the front door. A man not afraid to
make his presence known especially with backup. The intruder nudged the front door open,
waited a moment as though appraising the darkened inside for any unpleasant surprises before
chancing a foot in. In the near darkness Pablo heard something uttered, but the intruder was now
fully inside the living room. He threw the man against the oak panel wall. He jerked back his
own arm to ram his palm up into the intruder’s chin to snap his neck.
The man thrust an arm in front of his face to block the blow. “Hey, stop, wait! Don’t.
It’s me for fuck’s sake, Stuart.”
A slice of light from the bedroom opposite the living room caught the man’s craggy,
lined face and the mass of unkempt brown hair. “Bishop?” Pablo heard a metallic click. He
looked sharply over to the bedroom doorway. “No, no, no, don’t shoot. It’s not your husband. I
know him.” He released his grip on Stuart’s blazer. “Christ man, why the hell didn’t you call
out?” He flicked on the row of brass ceiling lamps to be sure of the man’s identity.
“You must have been too keyed up and not heard me. Get a phone, so I can call next
time and avoid getting killed.” He sagged against the wall, a hand over his chest as though to
catch his breath, while he closed his eyes.
“You alright?”
Stuart, his eyes still closed, managed a slight nod. “Yeah, yeah, sure, don’t sweat it.”
“You certainly are.”
“Just give me a minute, will you. You gave me the scare of my life. I’d forgotten how
quick you are.” He fluttered his eyes open after a further moment, inhaled deeply before pushing
himself upright, and extending a hand in greeting. “There now, back among the living.” He
swung back and forth the front door, its undersurface scraping against the wooden floor. “Half
the world’s major cops and intel boys want Mr. Man-on-the-Run dead or alive, and you leave a
door unlocked? You’re getting pretty careless in your middle age.”
“I must have been tired, when I returned from hiking and forgot.”
“Shame on you, Pablo. With what you’ve been through, you should know better.”
Stuart glanced out beyond the front door to the dark and gave a flick of his head. “Guys, I found
him. Come on in.”
Two men in overcoats, one barrel chested and with bulldog jowls, the other sharp
faced and hollow cheeked, trotted heavy booted up the steps into the living room, leaving muddy

foot prints in their wake. Both had short hair, cut military style. Stuart didn’t introduce them;
neither did they. They glanced only a minute at the figure in the bedroom doorway before going
into a routine, all business. The sharp featured one dropped into a crouch next to curtained
windows near the front door, binoculars trained out into the night. His companion stepped heavy
footed to the back of the farmhouse, also gripping field glasses.
Stuart kicked shut the door, turned the three locks, yanked the door knob several times
with showy concern for safety. “I think we have security now. Hopefully anyway. Hell of a way
to treat someone, who got your ass out of Vienna.” An attempted joke, a bit of a smile.
“I thought you were someone else.”
“Who, the Germans invading France again? Pity whoever he is, if he ever shows.”
Stuart looked around the living room. “Cozy place you got. Sure beats hiding out in a damp cave
by a long shot.”
“It was till you showed.”
“Mum’s the word, Pablo. Promise, don’t worry. I won’t tell George about your bolt-
“Let’s hope so. And I call it a farmhouse.”
“Fine, a farmhouse. A remote one, too. Once we left Arles, it took ages to find. Exit
this autoroute. Take that back road. Follow that Centre Ville sign. Pass that vineyard. You’ve got
a real talent for disappearing.”
“Can you blame me?” Stuart Bishop was a CIA bureaucrat with refined tastes, Pablo
reminded himself. London theaters. Paris and Milan art museums. The idea of country living
seemed foreign. “The provençal isolation helped my dad forget the headache running his hotel.”
He glanced across to the bedroom’s doorway and noticed Gabriella still pointed the 32 cal
revolver shakily at Stuart. He motioned to lower it. “Ca va.” It’s okay.
“Who’s the dark haired beauty?” Stuart tugged out a monogrammed white
handkerchief from his breast pocket and used it to beat away dust from his jacket and pants.
“A friend.”
He glanced with a raised eyebrow at Pablo. “Some friend. A Juliette Binoche look-
alike in a negligee.”
“Her name’s Gabriella, Stuart. Her husband’s a bigwig Paris politician, who’s had one
too many affairs. She wants out. He threatened to find and kill her, if she gets divorced. She’s
leaving anyway. We thought you were him when you showed.” He had had enough polite small
talk. “What’s this about for crying out loud? You got scared? You have any idea how you
scared us? You know what time it is?”
“Something bad’s happened in London,” Stuart said, ignoring his complaint. “Maurice
is dead.”

Pablo felt a sharp stab of pain in his stomach. “He’s what?”
“Yeah, I know, it’s hard to believe.”
Stuart’s face was as grimly serious, he noticed, as his must be hearing the news.
“Dead, Jesus, Maurice?”
“I can’t believe it myself, but I heard it briefly on the BBC London news, and that’s not
the half of it. I’m very sorry. He was a good and honorable man in a sometimes rotten
profession. A rarity these days, considering who’s running MI5’s shop. We’ve a big problem on
our hands….


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I'm a wife and a a mom of 4: 3 boys and a girl. I also have 3 fur babies, cats named Soleil, Luna, and a Savannah cat name Malkia. I work part-time outside my home as a COTA/L at a local hospital. I cover Johnstown, Altoona, and Pittsburgh areas. I love to do reviews and host giveaways for my readers. Contact me: angwith4 at gmail dot com if you would like a review.


  1. Lisa Brown says:

    I enjoyed getting to know your book and thanks for the chance to win 🙂

  2. I like the cover.

  3. Kenneth Helmick says:

    Looks interesting.

  4. Abigail Gibson says:

    The cover looks ok. Nothing that grabs me.

  5. The dialogue in the excerpt really pulls me in!

  6. Azeem Isaahaque says:

    Looking at the cover I feel a chill of death!

  7. I like the cover

  8. Ann Fantom says:

    Very dark and foreboding cover. I like it!

  9. the cover make me want to know more. 🙂

  10. Cynthia C says:

    The cover is nice. It makes me want to find out more.

  11. David Hollingsworth says:

    The cover looks interesting.

  12. Kyl Neusch says:

    very cool

  13. Christina Gould says:

    I like the book cover, especially the blood drops. Thanks for the giveaway!

  14. interesting

  15. Ashley C says:

    This book cover seems very exciting

  16. Shelby Gil says:

    Looks like something I would read~!

  17. susan smoaks says:

    this book sounds like a good read. i like it.

  18. Susan Smith says:

    Sounds great, I love the cover.

  19. Regan V says:

    Looks interesting

  20. Roel Saenz says:

    Love the cover. Looks like an excellent read.

  21. The cover is an excellent for a spy mystery.

  22. Brenda Elsner says:

    Sounds mysterious!!! Love the cover!!

  23. Amy Deeter says:

    The book and cover looks great. Would love to check this book out soon

  24. Julie Waldron says:

    The cover is intriguing, sounds like a great book.

  25. It has a cold war feel.

  26. kathy pease says:

    I think the book sounds interesting and I would love to read it.

  27. Cathy Truman says:

    The cover looks very interesting and looks like a very interesting read.

  28. krystal wethington says:

    I really don’t like it and it seems eerie but hey that does make a good book.

  29. The cover is interesting and I would read it

  30. The book sounds good. The cover is just okay to me.

  31. The book sounds interesting.

  32. Cheryl Repeta says:

    The book sounds excellent to read I love thrillers.

  33. Philip Lawrence says:

    Strange comparison in the cover with our two countries having the same colors. It makes me think that this is an international intrigue in two countries. No questions for the author.

  34. Hesper Fry says:

    I do like the cover!

  35. Trisha McKee says:

    The cover looks dark and intriguing. It sounds like a great summer read!

  36. It looks like a unique cover.

  37. Looks like an interesting book.
    Thanks for the contest. 

  38. Stephanie Liske says:

    I would’ve maybe make it less digital.

  39. Danielle Day says:

    I liked it.