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You're the Inspiration(?)

10/23/2016

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Okay, that's actually a Chicago song, and this post is about Alabama. So the answer is Alabama....Alabama is the inspiration for part of the Falcon Football and Cottonbloom series. We headed to my family's homeplace over our fall break for my cousin's wedding. Tons of fun to catch up with family! For some background, my mom has five (5!) younger brothers, all with kids, so our get-togethers growing up were pretty epic. They involved swimming in the river, riding 3-wheelers all over the place, and food...lots of food.
Falcon, Alabama: Ada's and Robbie's houses are fictional, but the land I plopped them down in isn't. And that river in Cottonbloom? Inspired by the Sipsey River in Alabama.
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The road leading from Ada's to Robbie's. That dog in the distance isn't Avery, but Copper, my uncle's hunting dog. But you can imagine...
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The fireplace from my great grandmother's house. Images like this always fire my imagination.
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Hubby and son looking for rocks during their epic rock-skipping competition. Can any one else see Tally and Nash wading down the river together?
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An old grove of pecan trees which I didn't put in the books, but should have...
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Anyone remember the "bridge" that Robbie and Logan used across the river? Here it is...and it gives me vertigo every time I step on it.
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I can imagine Sawyer and Regan spending time on a river like this, can you?
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A hunter's moon coming up over the field and line of trees leading to the river. I can imagine Cade setting off to see Monroe on a night like this.
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This river is called the Sipsey...my mom and her brothers took baths in it if the sun was out. It inspired the river that separates Cottonbloom.
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Me and Hubby all dressed up for the wedding.
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Love Christmas romances? Check out this **GIVEAWAY**!

10/8/2016

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We're only weeks away from the release of CANDY CANE CHRISTMAS, my Cottonbloom novella out Oct 25th. I'm super excited about this one because it's been brewing since I wrote Slow and Steady Rush. And now, six books later, Jeremy Whitehurst has earned his HEA. It was a long, tough road for my reformed bad boy.

In celebration, I'm giving away a book-pack of recently released Christmas themed small town books to one lucky newsletter subscriber!!
Christmas in Eternity Springs by Emily March
The Trouble with Mistletoe by Jill Shalvis
Snowfall on Haven Point by Raeanne Thayne
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RACE THE DARKNESS Release Day is here!

10/4/2016

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Race the Darkness by Abbie Roads
Series: Fatal Dreams #1
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Publication Date: October 4, 2016

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Cursed with a terrible gift…
Criminal investigator Xander Stone doesn’t have to question you—he can hear your thoughts. Scarred by lightning, burdened with a power that gives him no peace, Xander struggles to maintain his sanity against the voice that haunts him day and night—the voice of a woman begging him to save her.
A gift that threatens to engulf them...
Isleen Walker has long since given up hope of escape from the nightmare of captivity and torture that is draining her life, her mind, and her soul. Except…there is the man in her feverish dreams, the strangely beautiful man who beckons her to freedom and wholeness. And when he comes, if he comes, it will take all their combined fury and faith to overcome a madman bent on fulfilling a deadly prophecy.

 
EXCERPT
They weren’t going to make it.
Not unless he suddenly sprouted blue tights and a red cape. The hope of escape morphed into despair and resignation and finally reckless pissed-off-ness. No fucking way was he going to die running. He stopped, turned, and faced the truck barreling toward them. The tires ate up the ground at an indecent rate. He clutched Isleen tighter to his chest. For her sake, he wanted it to be a quick death. No more lingering. No more pain.
That thought infuriated him. None of this was right. They shouldn’t be on the verge of death. Again.
The truck kept coming—now twenty-five feet away.
Everything slowed, happening as if through the quicksand of time. A white dandelion floaty meandered on the breeze directly between them and the truck. His heart no longer ran a staccato rhythm. Duh…dum. Pause. Duh…dum. Pause.
His life didn’t flash before his eyes. The future did. Isleen’s future. In an ethereal dream beyond time, her skin was gilded by firelight, her eyes devoid of sadness and fear, her body whole and healthy. She smiled, an expression so full of warmth and tenderness and undiluted joy that it plunked itself down inside his heart and wouldn’t leave.
He ached to create that kind of smile on her face, but their lives were over. It all could’ve gone so differently if he’d only listened to her, believed in her, found her years before now.
The air changed, displaced by the truck only a few feet from them. Heat from the engine blasted his face, smelling of burning oil, gasoline, and a scent reminiscent of popped corn. He locked eyes with the bitch behind the wheel. Her pudgy lips ripped back over her teeth in a snarling scream.
Xander knew anger—his best friends were fury and rage—but the look on the bitch’s face went beyond mere anger all the way to unholy.
The truck imploded.
The sound was supersonic, a resonation that rippled through his skin and muscle to rattle his bones and shake the earth underneath his feet. Metal and glass and fire shot outward, skyward, backward, in a near-perfect arc of destruction. Flaming debris rained around them.
He stood there holding Isleen, watching it happen, not believing the message his eyes sent to his brain.
“What the…?” The last of the truck parts hit the ground. The pieces burned. That’s all that was left—pieces. Nothing touched them, like they resided under an invisible dome of protection.
He glanced down at Isleen for an answer, but she was unconscious, her head lolling so limply on her neck that it looked as if he was carrying a corpse.
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MEET THE AUTHOR
Abbie Roads
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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.


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