Favorite Lines Friday: December 30, 2016

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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!






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5 comments to “Favorite Lines Friday: December 30, 2016”

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  1. Joan Wright Mularz - December 31, 2016 Reply

    This is an excerpt from my YA novel, “White Flutters in Munich – an E.T. Madigan Mystery”

    Basti is quiet for a bit, and then his words are sobering. “Hitler haunts us Germans. If our family had Nazi members, we’re ashamed. If they stayed silent despite knowing that Hitler was evil, we’re ashamed. If we’re unsure of how they acted, we’re afraid of what we might learn. If they spoke out against the Nazis, they probably didn’t survive and we’re proud of their heroics but grief-stricken with our loss. I look around today and see so many good people but I wonder, what about my friends, my teachers? What did their families do? It’s something that we don’t like to talk about but it’s always there you know — it is as you Americans say, the elephant in the room?”

  2. P.J. MacLayne - December 30, 2016 Reply

    From Love on the Rocks, my story in the Stories of Sun, Sand and Sea collection:
    “Dude! You promised me beaches!” Lando Soldati rubbed his sinewy arms.
    Aiden Wade laughed as he opened the back door of the rental car, a basic black sedan. He
    pointed west. “See that body of water out there? It’s called the Pacific Ocean. And that strip of sand
    down there? That’s the beach. At least what’s not covered by high tide.” He swiped his hand across the
    top of his head, trying to smooth his red hair into place. A sudden gust of wind put it in disarray again.
    “It’s so small! Look at all the rocks! And where are the girls in itsy-bitsy bikinis?” Lando
    crossed his arms over his chest and shivered dramatically. “Do you call that the sun?” he asked, peering
    at the cold silver dollar in the opaque sky.


  3. Laura Critchfield - December 30, 2016 Reply

    I loved this book, and this part of the story. What great chemistry you built between the two characters Abbie!!! Here’s mine, from Book 2 in my Shadows series:

    “Damn it Logan, you will not rush into this. Not this time.” Ian’s edict sounded way too close to a command for her comfort. And it was underscored by that damned note of absolute authority in his voice.

    Oh, like she was reckless? “I’m not the one who ripped off Jonathon Fox’s head off a month ago.” Sheesh, she half expected to hear the words ‘willy nilly” to come out of his mouth next.

    Except he was right. Not that she’d tell him that. No sense in getting this marriage off on the wrong foot. Best to nip that obeying stuff in the bud right now.

  4. Brenda - December 30, 2016 Reply

    WOW!…Powerful and beautiful writing.

  5. abbieroads - December 30, 2016 Reply

    From HUNT THE DAWN: Amazon http://hyperurl.co/HtDAm3101716

    “I thought there was something special between us. But you were only protecting me.”

    “You think the only reason you’re here is so I can protect you?”

    She nodded, her lip pushed out in a deeper pout.

    He cupped her face in his hands and then waited for her gaze to find his. “You’re here because I need to be near you. You’re here because I couldn’t leave the diner last night without you. You’re here because I need you in my life to feel normal.”

    I need you.

    Fuck. He sounded like a toddler with separation issues, but the words had flowed out of him on a wave of swear-on-a-holy-book truth.

    “You need me?” Her gaze searched his face with all the thoroughness of a polygraph machine.

    “I do.” He couldn’t have lied to her—about this. He’d already committed the sin of lie-by-omission too many times with her.

    She reached up to him, placing her cool hand against the tattoo on his cheek. Reality shifted. Time got lazy and loitered along, and he lost himself in her eyes—in the silver flecks swirling against the midnight-blue irises, like stars forming the mythical constellations aligning to tell their story—hers and his. A story of something eternal that had no name but was vast beyond time and place and reason.

    A swell of silky heat effervesced through his veins.

    Her hand slid from his tattoo into his hair. The vision, the trance, whatever it was, vanished and all he felt was the gentle tug of her hand on the back of his head, pulling him to her mouth.

    The sweet pressure of their lips touching was a beautiful death—the ending of one thing, so another even more magnificent could be birthed by their tongues thrusting wildly against each other.

    The taste of her exploded in his mouth, permeated the air around them, surrounding him with the essential essence of her. Desire zinged along his nerve endings, converged, and swelled in his groin.

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