Welcome to Favorite Lines Friday.

*Open to published and unpublished authors!


This is a place to show off your favorite lines! Those sentences that every time you read them you think “Damn. I wrote that!” Show them off! Be proud of your work!


In the comments, post some of your favorite lines from your current work-in-progress or a book you have published. Feel free to drop in a buy link too! Encourage your friends to stop by and vote for their favorite lines. On April 1st, the person with the submission that has the most likes will win this “Don’t Forget to be AWESOME” notebook! *U.S/Canada only*dontforget


*In order to eligible to win, please follow the rules…

  1. Keep your favorite lines to under a hundred words.
  2. Keep things PG rated.
  3. Only one submission per week.
  4. Sign up for my newsletter. If you’ve already signed-up, refer a friend.


*To vote, simply hit the heart under the submission you love.

And feel free to tell the writer how much you love his/her words. Positive words are food to a writer’s soul!


Now–you show me yours and I’ll show you mine!



While you’re here don’t forget to stop by Author on the Couch: Sandra Owens, Life & Books: Kissing Characters, and Life & Books Kissing: Part 1.



Abbie Roads writes dark emotional novels, featuring damaged characters, but always gives her hero and heroine a happy ending… after torturing them for three hundred pages. Her first novel RACE THE DARKNESS will be published October 4, 2016.

About the author: abbieroads

23 comments to “Favorite Lines Friday!”

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  1. Linda Rose - February 27, 2016 Reply

    I voted for everyone because I loved them all!

    I’m not so sure my words can compete. 😛

    • abbieroads - February 27, 2016 Reply

      Linda–I’ve read your words. The can complete!

  2. Synclair Stafford - February 27, 2016 Reply

    I love this idea, Abbie. I will try to remember this next Friday!!

  3. McCall - February 26, 2016 Reply

    What a great idea, Abbie. Super fun! 🙂

  4. Sharon Wray - February 26, 2016 Reply

    What a great idea, Abbie. I’ll play! This is from my current manuscript When Next We Meet.

    It sounded like a prayer, and she closed her eyes. After eight years, she still remembered how her name resonated on his lips, how the word ended with his soft drawl instead of a sharp consonant.

    The back of her eyelids burned. He took both of her elbows and his body closed in. He didn’t hurt her, but she felt the strength in his grip through the blanket, smelled his unique musky scent, and trembled when he brushed kisses over the bruises on her face.

    Maybe, if she didn’t open her eyes, time wouldn’t only stop. It would swing back eight years, six months, and three days. To the last hours they’d spent together.

    The last moment they’d been happy.

    • Seana Kelly - February 26, 2016 Reply

      Beautiful!! Now I want to read the whole book 🙂

    • abbieroads - February 27, 2016 Reply

      Hi Sharon!

      I’m sold. I want to read the whole book!

  5. Lark Brennan - February 26, 2016 Reply


    A deep chuckle vibrated inches from her ear. “Sweetheart, you might not want to take relationship advice from a woman who shot her fiancé.”

  6. Seana Kelly - February 26, 2016 Reply

    From my ms Welcome Home, Katie Gallagher:
    He took a step back, resting his hand on the firearm secured at his waist. Okay, in hindsight, screaming at a cop probably wasn’t the best way to put my life back together, but sometimes it’s hard to stop the scream. After years of quietly acquiescing, the pressure had built. Outrage leaked from the fissures. I’d become a little Chernobyl of screaming, in voice and in deed. I needed to give more thought to the fallout.

    • abbieroads - February 26, 2016 Reply

      Hi Seana!

      I love “I’d become a little Chernobyl of screaming…”

  7. Sarah Andre - February 26, 2016 Reply

    The fire’s golden light flickered and shadowed along his sculpted cheekbones. He had to be thinking about his disastrous future, the trial, the murder… “Where do you sleep?” she asked.

    Lock swiveled around, a ghost of a smile instantly replacing the frown. She had a feeling the brooding hadn’t been for public observation. “Where you are.” He jerked his head at her.

    He slept on the sofa? “Oh,” she sputtered. “I—I feel bad about this now.”

    In two strides he was beside her, gray eyes twinkling. He peeled back a corner of the afghan. “Then move over.”


    • abbieroads - February 26, 2016 Reply

      Hi Sarah!

      Sigh… I remember reading that… What a great scene!

  8. Liese Sherwood-Fabre - February 26, 2016 Reply

    From my work-in-progress, a novel about Sherlock Holmes at age 13:

    They say the Battle of Waterloo was won on the playing fields of Eton, and I should have been honored to be at the institution; but at age thirteen, I hated it. The whole bloody place. Only because I couldn’t bear to carry the burden of my parents’ deep disappointment did I remain.

    My aversion culminated about a month after my arrival when I was forced to fight Charles Fitzsimmons.

    • abbieroads - February 26, 2016 Reply

      Hi Liese!

      What a neat idea!–Sherlock Holmes at 13!

  9. Paulette - February 26, 2016 Reply

    From WIP ‘Dead in the Water’ opening paragraph:
    Naked. That’s what he was, naked. Legs shoulder width apart and braced, chin elevated, arms crossed over his chest. Not one weapon on him; not a gun, not even a blade of any type permitted on his person. How did a man protect himself among the masses? Pure muscle, skill, agility, or quick wit? Ha! Giovanni shifted his backpack higher on his shoulder and watched those around him through mirrored sunglasses.

    • abbieroads - February 26, 2016 Reply


      Naked! What a great 1st word! That’s all you needed–you had me with that word alone!

  10. Jenn Windrow - February 26, 2016 Reply

    One of my favorites from soon to be released Struck By Eros. (Sorry, it is mostly pg-13 :))

    Grayson sat up and gave me the melt-your-heart smile that I’m sure made most women drop an egg. But I knew from past experience that behind his oh-so-handsome features lived a playboy heart and a wandering dick.

    • abbieroads - February 26, 2016 Reply

      Oh, my God! “Drop an egg”– I love that! LOVE IT!

  11. abbieroads - February 26, 2016 Reply

    The opening paragraph to “Stain of Mercy”

    The air reeked of dirty pennies and death. Days ago the bodies had been removed, but Cain Killion could still feel the desperate energy of the dying and almost—almost—hear the echoes of their screams imprinted on the bones of the house. He abhorred the sight of blood and yet here he was standing in another murder house, in front of another wall smeared, splattered, and sprayed with gore.

    • Linda Rose - February 27, 2016 Reply

      I need this book in my face nooooooooowwwwwwwwwww!

      • abbieroads - February 27, 2016 Reply

        Aww… That makes me smile!

        • Linda Rose - February 27, 2016 Reply

          I swear, I’m clearing my schedule for your release. 😉

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