Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Saving Mercy by Abbie Roads - Review, Excerpt, Giveaway


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Author: Abbie Roads
Publication Date:  4 April 2017
Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca
Series:  Fatal Truth, book 1
Genre:  Romantic Suspense, Paranormal
Age Recommendation: 18 and up
Rating: 4 Stars

Book Description:

  He’s found her at last… 

 Cain Killion knows himself to be a damaged man. His only redeeming quality? The extrasensory connection to blood that he uses to catch killers. His latest case takes a macabre turn when he discovers a familiar and haunting symbol linking the crime to his horrific past—and the one woman who might understand what it means. Only to lose her to a nightmare Mercy Ledger is brave, resilient, beautiful—and in terrible danger. The moment Cain finds her the line between good and evil blurs and the only thing clear to them is that they belong together. Love is the antidote for blood—but is their bond strong enough to overcome the madness that stalks them?  


My Review:

 I made the mistake of finishing this right before bedtime and not writing down all my thoughts right away.  It was a mistake for two reasons: One, because obviously all my best thoughts come when I am half asleep and now I can't exactly remember them, haha and two, because I had all the dreams, all the crazy, weird, blood soaked, romantic dreams. O.o

I fell in love with Abbie Roads books with her first series Fatal Dreams, those first two books (with hopefully more to come) were a fresh take on paranormal for me.  I saw them as paranormal books with a thriller/suspense twist.  Saving Mercy however I would say is a Thriller/suspense with a paranormal twist.  I can say that I missed there being more of a paranormal aspect because that is what I typically gravitate toward, in general I wouldn't call myself a Thriller/Suspense reader, but I did not miss out on any of what I have come to love about an Abbie Roads book.  All the twists and turns, the darkness, the simmering heat between main characters, and the, how to explain this, the quiet craziness, the sneak attack bomb drop of a moment when every one of the pieces that the entire book has been building to all click together and you see the entire picture.

Saving Mercy is like reading your favorite Criminal Minds episode only the heinous crime's being investigated clutch at your heart even more because the one investigating them...he's the son of one of the most terrifying serial killers out there. I can't say much but let's just say 'That will never get it out of your head again!'  Saving Mercy is very carefully crafted to keep the reader on the edge of their seat and flipping pages.  This is one of those books that you can't put down until you flip the last page because you have to know how this all plays out.  You'll put down the book when you get to the end and have to wonder what the inside of Abbie Roads brain, not to mention her computer history, looks like. There is a subtle deviousness to it all that will make your skin crawl and your mind turning things over and over.

My only two challenges were one,  what I mentioned earlier, that I missed the deeper paranormal aspect.  I felt like neither Cain nor Mercy delved enough into that aspect, but...yes there is a but, while we get an HEA with this couple I get the feeling we aren't done with them which means, perhaps those details will come in later books.  This one was about setting a stage, about finding a truth and bringing people together so I feel like future books will possible bring more of that paranormal in as Cain, Mercy, Mac, and a few others who I won't talk about yet finish following all the trails that were set in this book.  My other challenge was the Insta/not-Insta love.  I know that doesn't make sense, but Mercy and Cain have an immediate attraction, one that kinda niggled at me every now and again because it felt like it would 'flare' up at the most inappropriate times, but yet it isn't completely Insta because the two of them have a shared history that binds them together...not to mention the fact that Cain has been keeping an eye on Mercy for years.

In the end, as bad as it sounds, I love how broken they both were.  How sensitive Cain was and how strong Mercy was.  How their two worlds became what they were because of one man that ruined them both but gave them each other to be able to put the pieces back together.  I loved the chase that Abbie set us on, the driving force of the suspense and the at times convoluted love between two lost and lonely people as well as two other people who spent the last 20 years protecting and guiding them to the best o their ability. I am totally curious to see what happens in the next book after the hints left in this one and let me say again I am not typically a suspense/thriller reader, but I will totally be back for more of this series.  Abbie became a one click author for me after reading her very first books, Race the Darkness and I don't see that ending anytime soon.


Book Trailer:



The rain came down gray and thick as a shroud, blurring his vision of the world. He flipped on the wipers and pulled out of the hospital parking lot onto the road. Fat blobs of smacked the windshield loud as marbles being tossed against the glass. Was that hail? As if it mattered. His car was trashed. Cain had covered the passenger seat and all Mac’s blood with a blanket he kept in the trunk. Even though his view of all that crimson was blocked, his mind knew it was there and his eyes kept wandering to the blanket, calling up the image of the dark stickiness coating the seat and the floor. All that blood was playing touchy-feely with his sanity. And he wasn’t in the mood for games. He drove past a gas station, a fast food restaurant, a person walking alongside the road. His foot hit the brake before his brain had a chance to talk him out of it. Mercy. Her hair was slicked to her skull, her clothes—his clothes—were sucked to her body, doing a shitty job of hiding her curves. At least the T-shirt she wore was black, not white. He pulled over to the berm and watched her in the rearview mirror. She stopped walking, stared at the car—knew it was him—but didn’t move. Could he blame her for not wanting to be around him after what he’d said to her? Not really. And yet, he couldn’t leave her alone and walking in the rain with Payne still out there. Not to mention that she didn’t have anyone or anywhere to go. She still hadn’t moved from her spot. He left the car running, opened his door and got out. The rain slapped him—frigid, bordering on icy, soaking his clothes and dripping in his eyes. The pressure of it hitting the wounds in his bicep and shoulder made him wince. But that was all the attention he’d give to the pain. “Get in the car.” The words came out harsher than he’d intended. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, lifted her head, and somehow managed to stare down her nose at him even though she was almost a foot shorter. “No.” She said the word as if it didn’t matter that they were standing in the middle of a downpour. “Get in the goddamned car.” This time the words came out loud and angry sounding. Like that was going to win her over. What was his problem? “Fuck you.” She looked miserable—all wet and shivery and yet feisty and taking none of his crap. He should soften his tone. He should try to be nicer. He should, but his inner asshole seemed attracted to her inner bitch. “Where are you going? No where. You don’t have anywhere to go. You don’t have any money. You don’t have friends.” His voice softened and filled with some emotion he couldn’t name. “You don’t have anyone looking out for you, caring for you, able to help you in a pinch. You got no one.” He sucked in a breath and when he spoke next his voice was soft and pleading. “Except me.” The moment he finished speaking he wanted to retract every goddamned one of those words he’d spoken. “I’m…Shit…” He ran a hand through his soaking hair. “Goddamn it. I’m a dick. Okay?” He softened his tone. “Now will you please get in the car?” Her shoulders straightened, her chin lifted, and she walked forward without looking at him. He expecting her to stomp past the car, but she yanked open the passenger door and got in. Seconds passed where he just stood here, getting even more wet, and staring at the back of her head poking above the headrest. “Now what?” He asked himself. Just what was he going to do with her? Drop her on Dolan? Yes. No. Yes. No. No. No. The last time he tried dropping her on someone she’d almost gotten hurt. If Mac hadn’t been able to keep her safe, he sure as shit wasn’t going to trust Dolan with her. He got back in car. Every inch of him soaked. He brushed his hair back off his face and wiped the water from his eyes. She stared out the passenger window, refusing to look at him. He reached over and touched her shoulder. Underneath his hand, her body tensed, then trembled. Shit. Was he scaring her? He wrenched his hand off her and wanted to use the damned thing to slap himself around a little. Maybe then he’d get it through his stupid brain that she was fucking frightened of him. Too many words flooded his mind and he didn’t know which ones to say. The I’m-sorry ones. The I-won’t-hurt-you ones. The I’m-an-asshole ones. The I-don’t-know-what-to-do ones. She turned to him. Rain slicked her cheeks. Or was that tears? Her beautiful eyes were the color of tropical waters—deep and fathomless. He held up his hands in a show of surrender and she flew across the console at him. He closed his eyes, braced for the blows, but none came. Instead, slender arms wrapped around him, her hair, cold and wet dripped against his chest, but her cheek over his heart was warm—so warm. Maybe he’d had a stroke or something because this felt like she was hugging him. And that couldn’t be. Could it? He opened his eyes and looked down at her. Yep. She was wound tight around the front of him. And suddenly his brain let him feel the total sensation of it. Of being held tight as if he mattered to her. He let his arms fall around her and squeezed, pressing her tighter to him. Damn, this felt good. She felt good. It was oddly comforting to have her clinging on to him so tight. He closed his eyes and memorized the pressure of her arms around him and the way her hands pressed into his back. The way she felt in his arms, the subtle ripple of her spine and ribs underneath his fingers, the way her skin felt warm against his when every other part of him was cold. If he’d been given a Stop Time button. This was the moment he would’ve used it. Here, holding her—the gentle lullaby of rain playing in the background—was the only perfect moment of his entire life.   

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IMG_2582Abbie Roads is a mental health counselor known for her blunt, honest style of therapy. By night she writes dark, emotional novels always giving her characters the happy ending she wishes for all her clients. SAVING MERCY is the first book in her new Fatal Truth Series of dark, gritty, romantic suspense with a psychological twist.


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