Favorite Lines Time: June 23, 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. Terry Shames - June 23, 2017 Reply

    From A Reckoning in the Back Country, #7 in the Samuel Craddock series, out January, 2018, from Seventh Street Books:

    “We both hear it at the same time, children’s screams coming from behind the house. Not the screams of children having fun. Hastings seems like a laconic man, but the sounds bring him bolting up from his chair. “Oh, Lord, what if one of the kids got snake bit?”

    He hoofs it down the steps, with me right behind him. Two young boys come barreling around from the back of the house and almost run into him. Their faces are pale except that their cheeks are bright from their exertion. The younger one is sobbing.

    “Here now, settle down,” Hastings says. “Are you hurt?”

    They have been running so hard that they have to catch their breath. The older one leans over with his hands on his knees, gasping and half-sobbing. The younger one throws himself at his grandfather, arms around his waist, howling.

    “Ethan, it’s okay.” He pats the boy’s back. “Austin, tell me what happened.”

    The older boy straightens up, struggling to get his emotions under control. “We found…” He points back towards the woods. “A man back there.”

    “A man! Did he bother you?”

    “No, Grandpa.” His eyes get larger and he is momentarily speechless, but then he blurts out, “He’s dead.”

  2. Brinda - June 23, 2017 Reply

    From my upcoming release, THE POSSIBILITY OF PERFECT, a few lines from my character Dane:

    My heart races hard enough to explode from my chest. I want to press my hands against it to contain the havoc.

    She’s pregnant.

    Some words hit like bullets, embedding into a person’s core. Changing the landscape of how you look at things. Expanding the possibilities of who you might become.
    A few words from her and I’m a different man. I have to be.

    Josie’s calm expression contradicts what she must feel.

    “How?” The question slips from my mouth.

    She tilts her head. “It wasn’t immaculate conception, as you know well since you were there.”

    There’s that sarcasm, slipping from her lips as easily as it does any other day. Keeping it real and light in spite of the two-ton seriousness of the topic.

  3. abbieroads - June 23, 2017 Reply

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    His mind conjured horrors his heart couldn’t take. His throat kicked open, he leaned away from her to gag, but a sob came out instead. His eyes stung, his vision went watery. Warmth sprinted down his cheeks. Tears. Fucking damn. He didn’t cry. Hadn’t cried when Gale left, when Dad rejected him, when he’d been struck by lightning, when he’d nearly gone crazy from all the noise. But this—confronting what she’d been through—hurt like a heart amputation.

    He held her tight, buried his face in her neck, and wept.

    He cried for everything she’d endured. She was so petite, so fragile, and yet she’d been forced to grow a steel spine. The worst she had suffered had only ever temporarily bent her—never breaking her. But even the strongest metal fractured after too much pressure. Was this her breaking point?

    “If I could, I’d endure all your pain. Take it on myself.” He spoke between sobs, his words rushed and running together. “Willingly. Gladly. I never want you to be hurt, in pain, or suffering. I want to give you happiness and joy. I want to see you smile and hear you laugh.”

    He started rocking—forward and back—with her. He was goddamned losing his shit and couldn’t help it. “There’s so much you’ve missed out on. So much I want to give you, so much I want to show you.” Everything in his mind gushed out of him in a torrent of longing. “There’s a pond on the property where I used to swim as a kid and the fish would nibble my toes and felt so strange and funny at the same time. I know you’d love it. I want to show you Fearless and Bear’s totem. I want to take you to see the fireworks on the Fourth of July. I want to spend Thanksgiving with you eating and lounging on the couch watching football all day. I want to see you playing in the snow. I want to see you by the light our of Christmas tree. I just want you in my life. I want you happy.”

    He cried until he had nothing left inside him, then he clung to her until he felt strong enough to lift his head from her neck.

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