Favorite Lines Time: June 16, 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. Valerie Ullmer - Jun 16, 2017 Reply

    Thanks for the opportunity, Abbie!

    Excerpt from my newest release Unexpected A MM Contemporary Romance:

    When Caleb allowed Ronan’s tongue inside, the moan that exploded from deep in Caleb’s chest shuddered through Ronan. He tasted and explored for several minutes, absorbing each moan, gasp, and plea, until he had to break away and take a deep breath.
    Ronan moved to his favorite spot, burying his face against Caleb’s neck, and breathed him in. “You smell so good.”
    “And you feel good. I would have to define this as happiness. Being in your arms.” Caleb rubbed circles on Ronan’s back.
    Ronan chuckled and burrowed deeper. “I’m supposed to be comforting you.”
    “You are. It’s very comforting to have your hands down my jeans and cupping my ass, but it would be better if we were naked.”
    “I’m serious. My heart stopped when I realized that he’d gone after only your possessions. I’m happy that you came home with me last night.”
    “Me, too.”

    You can find the book on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Unexpected-Novel-Book-One-ebook/dp/B072HNSD72/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

  2. abbieroads - Jun 16, 2017 Reply

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

    “Do you remember where you are?”

    “Ward B of The Center of Balance and Wellness. The name doesn’t fit. It should be called The Center of Indifference. No one here cares—except for Liz. You know Liz?” He opened his mouth to answer, but she bulldozed over him, her words coming out in a rush. “She looks like Nurse Ratchet, but her personality is all Mary Poppins. She always lets me stay up past lights-out since it’s the only solitude to be had in the whole place. Once, she snuck a cupcake in on my birthday. Now isn’t that sweet? She—” The words were speeding out of her mouth.

    Not that he was complaining. He preferred her hyped-up over out-of-it, but she might backslide if she didn’t stay somewhat calm. “Whoa whoa whoa. Slow down. Take a breath. We’ve got all the time in the world here.” Had to be the meds or lack of meds—some strange part of the withdrawals—causing her diarrhea of the mouth.

    She grabbed in one good breath, then tossed off again. “You know there aren’t many people to talk to in here.” She turned her voice down to a whisper. “Everyone’s crazy. I mean really crazy. Certifiable. It’s hard to carry on a rational conversation with someone who keeps talking to the demon that lives in their ankle. You ever have that happen? Where you’re talking to someone and all of sudden they lift their foot up in front of their face and start having a conversation with it? It’s a bit off putting, if you know what I mean.”

    Her expression was full on seriousness, and he probably shouldn’t laugh—definitely he shouldn’t—but couldn’t help it.

    A smile—no, it wasn’t quite a smile—tipped the corners of her mouth, giving her a look that said she was thinking about something pleasing.

    “We’ve hit a new phase of your withdrawals. Speed talking.”

    “Oh, my. Your voice. Wow. It reminds me of dark chocolate, a hot bath, and sex and—”

    “Apparently your mental filter is malfunctioning.”

    “—sweaty, dirty, hard fucking.”

    Holy Christ. Just the words sex, sweaty, and dirty had his dick going all skyscraper inside his jeans, but when she said hard fucking—he blacked out for a moment. When his mind came back online it decided to flash him images of what sweaty, dirty, hard fucking would look like with her. Her nipples brushing against his chest as he rammed into her with a pace and depth and exuberance he’d never experienced.

    He needed to change the subject, but couldn’t remember how to get his mouth to form words. He might’ve swallowed his damned tongue.

    “Why do you suppose your voice sounds like sex on a summer day? It’s because I’m horny. I haven’t had sex in five years. That’s a long time you know. I have needs.”

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