Favorite Lines Time: May 12, 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. M. K. Waller - May 13, 2017 Reply

    From M. K. Waller:
    The first lines from my story “Hell on Wheels,” in the anthology MURDER ON WHEELS (Wildside):

    The day I found Mama stirring ground glass into the filling for a lemon meringue pie, I took the bowl away from her and called a family conference. We had to do something before she dispatched some poor, unsuspecting soul to his heavenly rest and got herself thrown so far back into prison she couldn’t see daylight.

    The next day, while Mama was down at Essie’s Salon de Beauté, my brothers and sister and I crowded into a booth at the old Dairy Queen, just across the corner from the library where I worked. The DQ was practically empty. The only customers—besides Frank and Lonnie and Bonita and me—were senior citizens, and most of them had their hearing aids turned off.

    When the waitress had delivered our orders and retreated behind the counter to her copy of People magazine, I explained why I had called the meeting.

    “It hurts me to say it, but the time has come to put Mama out of her misery.”

    Lonnie stabbed his straw through the plastic lid on his frosted Coke. “Mama don’t have no misery. I never seen nobody so contented with her lot.”

    Bonita poked her pointy elbow into my side and reached across the table to pat Lonnie’s hand. “I think Marva Lu’s talking about a different kind of misery, baby brother. I’ll explain later.”

    That was a case of the pot calling the kettle black. Bonita’s explaining was why it took Lonnie till he was twenty-nine to get his GED.

    Frank, sitting across the table from me, grabbed a napkin and wriggled his way out of the booth. “Now look what you made me do. Scared me half to death, making such a mean joke about Mama.” He dabbed at his tie with a napkin. “This necktie is a souvenir from when we took the kids to Disney World. That gravy landed right on Donald Duck’s tail feathers.”

    I glanced over my shoulder at the other diners, several of whom were looking our way. “Frank Dewayne Urquhart, stop carrying on and sit back down,” I hissed. “You’re attracting attention.”

  2. abbieroads - May 12, 2017 Reply


    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.

  3. Kaye George - May 12, 2017 Reply

    From Kaye George:
    The first lines from my story, The Darkest Hour, which will be in the anthology DAY OF THE DARK, coming out July 21st, a month before the eclipse that the 24 stories are centered around.

    I think it was on a Saturday afternoon when Tom got the bright idea to rent out our spare room for the eclipse. I wish I’d just killed him then. I can see now that my desire totally eclipsed my judgment.

    “Look at the path!” He waved a printout in front of me so that I couldn’t see it. “It’s coming right over our house. People will pay to stay here. We can rake it in.”

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