Favorite Lines Friday: March 24, 2017

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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. RACE THE DARKNESS and HUNT THE DAWN are available now! SAVING MERCY is available for pre-order.

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  1. Kathleen Watson - Mar 24, 2017 Reply

    From Rules of Engagement (WIP)

    Rule number one: Never shoot the hand that signs the paychecks.
    OK. Technically I didn’t shoot Robert Forester. But I’m a woman who makes her living protecting the so-called good people from the so-called bad people, so he should have expected a reaction when he pinched me on the ass. He should have expected broken bones. Three bones in the wrist to be exact, thus beginning my freelance career as a corporate bodyguard.
    Robert Forester was lucky. I stopped once I realized it was his fingers wrapped around my posterior. Some days I’m so nice I could shoot myself.

  2. Judy Alter - Mar 24, 2017 Reply

    Susan Hogan drove around Oak Grove, Texas, for two days before she realized there was a dead body in the trunk of her car. And it was another three days before she knew that someone was trying to kill her.–from The Perfect Coed by Judy Alter

  3. abbieroads - Mar 24, 2017 Reply

    SAVING MERCY: http://hyperurl.co/SMAm1227

    She lifted her head from his chest and met his gaze hoping he would recognize the truth shining in her eyes. “I need you to understand. It wasn’t you—it’ll never be you that causes me fear. To me you look different than your father. On the surface your face looks similar to his…” She reached up and touched the cleft in his chin, then the wrinkle line that ran across his forehead. “…but you carry emotion in your features. Your father’s face is expressionless and blank. Like how a shark doesn’t have facial expression.”

    Cain didn’t move. Didn’t say a word. He wasn’t even breathing. She leaned into him, placing her cheek over the slashing scar on his heart and let him absorb everything she’d said. The guy was over six feet of hard muscled male and yet skittish as an abused kitten around her. “Does this feel as good to you as it does to me?” She finished her sentence with a light kiss over his heart.

    “Best moment of my life.” His tone carried no hesitation, but was heavy with certainty.

    Her head whipped off his chest to look at him. His eyes captured her attention. They were the color of a summer sky and just as sincere. His skin was damp from the rain and she supposed she was wet too, but it was hard to feel anything except his gaze upon her, heating her from the inside out.

    He loosened his hold on her and started to back away.

    “No. Don’t you dare move away from me now. I’m not done. I need more.”

    His brows jacked skyward. “What do you need?” His voice was rough as gravel and heavy as stone.

    Being parked alongside a busy street wasn’t the ideal location for this, but she was going to show him just exactly what she needed from him.

    She leaned toward him slowly, oh, so slowly. Was she really going to do this? Her body answered by continuing closer closer closer. He tracked her movement, wariness hardening his features. He braced as if he expected a blow and then his tension morphed into eyes-wide-open-surprise when her lips touched his.

    The way his features were cut so sharply, she had expected his lips to be hard, but they were soft and smoother than satin. A hot streak of yearning bolted to the junction of her thighs. Her eyes slid shut unable to bear sight and sensation at the same time.

    His hands cupped her face as if he held something fragile in his palms and then his tongue was in her mouth and she was lost. She didn’t know where she was. Didn’t have a past or future. All that existed was this moment where every muscle and bone, every breathe and heartbeat, every working brain cell tuned in to Cain and his tongue in her mouth filling her with the warm sweet taste of him and the feeling that for the first time in her life she’d found perfect harmony.

  4. Peter Perrin - Mar 24, 2017 Reply

    From “Not Too Old for Love” which is awaiting publication.
    Grace jabbed at the volume button on the remote control, turning up the sound on the television. She was trying to drown out the chatter which filled the palatial residents’ lounge. It had been like this for days and she’d grown tired of it. Who would have thought the imminent arrival of one man could affect mature ladies like this?
    One of the things which had appealed to her when she moved to The Grange retirement village was the lack of men. Yet now a man who aroused feelings in her she didn’t want was going to add to their number.
    Grace had caught a glimpse of him across The Lounge a few months ago, taking the standard tour of The Grange. He’d towered over the young woman he’d been with and she’d guessed he was at least six-foot five. Built like a tank, with a mass of wavy white hair and a snow-white beard, he’d reminded her of a polar bear. His presence had been overpowering and almost menacing. An image of him defending this 17th Century mansion in days gone by had jumped into her mind.
    Just looking at him had sent a spontaneous burst of attraction rippling through her. It had caught her by surprise. Becoming attracted to anybody was the last thing she’d needed right then. Her divorce had been too recent and too painful. All she wanted was to focus on her painting to block out the pain. Although she hadn’t come here to look for a man there was no denying how she’d reacted to the sight of him. She wondered how she would cope when they met. And she couldn’t help feeling he was going to have quite an impact on her life. Whether it would be a good impact or not, was the six-million-dollar question. He might be the greatest thing since sliced bread! Or he could turn out to be a snake in the grass like her ex-husband.

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