Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Hunt the Dawn by Abbie Roads - Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway

Out of darkness and danger…
You can't hide your secrets from Lathan Montgomery-he can read your darkest memories. And while his special abilities are invaluable in the FBI's hunt for a serial killer, he has no way to avoid the pain that brings him. Until he is drawn to courageous, down-on-her-luck Evanee Brown and finds himself able to offer her something he's never offered another human being: himself.
Dawns a unique and powerful love
Nightmares are nothing new to Evanee Brown. But once she meets Lathan, they plummet into the realm of the macabre. Murder victims are reaching from beyond the grave to give Evanee evidence that could help Lathan bring a terrifying killer to justice. Together, they could forge an indomitable partnership to thwart violence, abuse, and death-if they survive the forces that seek to tear them apart.
"Dark and delicious."—Kerrelyn Sparks, New York Times bestselling author on Race the Darkness

He trudged up the porch steps and through the door. The stench hit him before he made it across the threshold. Garlic. And something rotting, decomposing, dead.
Damn that dog and his fetish for decaying carcasses.
Honey lay on the couch, her gaze locked on Little Man—his dog—his two hundred pound mastiff. An unfortunate under-bite left Little Man’s bottom teeth protruding and gave him the appearance of being Satan’s best beast rather than man’s best friend.
“That’s Little Man. He’s harmless.” He set her shoes in the middle of the kitchen table so Little Man wouldn’t turn them into tail-wagger toys and looked around for the dead animal. “He won’t hurt you. He’s really just an overgrown puppy.”
She sprang off the couch, hurdled the coffee table, crashing full-body impact into him. He caught her tightly to him, smelling her fear, feeling it in the butterfly tremors shaking her body.
“I should’ve warned you that he might come in.” He inhaled the scent of her hair—cooking oil, nectarines, and sunshine. “He comes and goes through a dog door in the laundry room.”
Her arms slid around him, holding him so tight she could’ve been his second skin.
His heart crashed against his chest wall. His breath tangled up in his lungs. His gut stung with warmth. She settled her head over his heart. Could she feel it pounding? He squeezed his eyes shut, letting the pleasure of holding her entwine with the regret of knowing this was the first time, the only time, and the last time, he’d ever be able to hold another human being.
Her lips moved against his chest, he heard the stammering sounds of her speaking.
Dream. He’d caught only one word of what she’d said. Did she think Little Man was a bad dream?
He half dragged, half carried her to the couch and sat. She didn’t let go of him and ended up across his lap, her buttocks pressing into his dick. Blood drained downward and swelled into his groin. Lava hot sweat erupted from his pores. Shame formed a molten lump in his gut—knowing what she’d been through he shouldn’t be reacting to her this way. He shifted, moved her down his legs so she couldn’t feel his arousal, and then started blabbing to distract her.
“The worst thing Little Man would ever do is lick you. His tongue is six inches wide, seems two feet long, and he slobbers. A lot.” Lathan bent his head to see her mouth, hoping for a smile, but she stared at her hand, her lips pulled back over her teeth in repulsed horror.
She lifted her hand, her slender bicep straining and bulging as if whatever she clutched in her fist weighed too much too raise.
Her fingers fanned opened.
Lathan stared at the object she held. His heart stalled and his brain shuddered to a stop, leaving him thoughtless for a few picoseconds, before everything turned back on and shifted gears in a direction he sure as hell didn’t want to go. 

Seven Things about Abbie Roads:
1.  She loves Snicker Parfaits. Gotta start with what’s most important, right?
2. She writes dark emotional books featuring damaged characters, but always gives her hero and heroine a happy ending… after torturing them for three hundred pages.
3. By day she’s a mental health counselor known for her blunt, honest style of therapy. At night she burns up the keyboard. Well… Burn might be too strong a word. She at least sits with her hands poised over the keyboard, waiting for inspiration to strike. And when it does—the keyboard might get a little warm.
4.  She can’t stand it when people drive slowly in the passing lane. Just saying. That’s major annoying. Right?
5.  She loves taking pictures of things she thinks are pretty.
6.  She’s represented by Michelle Grajkowski of 3Seas Literary.
7.  Her first book RACE THE DARKNESS was a Publishers Weekly Top 10 Pick for Fall.