Cover Reveal: Saving Mercy by Abbie Roads
Saving Mercy by Abbie Roads
Series: Fatal Truth Series
Genre: Dark Romantic Thriller
Publication Date: April 4, 2017
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?
His neck itched and his body twitched.
He shifted from one foot to the other, unable to stand still. Christ.
He felt like an ADHD kid hopped up on sugar, trying to rein in a
surplus of energy. Only it wasn’t energy pumping through him. It
was anger. Rage. Fury. That’s what this place did to him. Made him
into the sullen boy he’d once been who dreamed of wrath and
revenge. “Mercy.” He whispered her name to the moon and some of
the anger evaporated. “Mercy. Mercy. Mercy.” He used the word as
a mantra, reveling in the taste of those vowels and consonants inside
his mouth. Just saying her name calmed him. From inside the building,
a rusty bolt scraped and banged, loud as a cherry bomb. The door
swung inward, the squeal of old hinges shrieking through the night.
In the woods, the coyote howled as if claiming its territory against
the odd sounding intruder. Liz backed out the door, pulling a
wheelchair. Twenty-five years ago, when he’d first met her here at
The Institute she’d looked like a mom—a smile on her face,
encouraging words on her lips, and a stout don’t-break-the-rules
attitude. Now she looked the grandma version with her gray hair and
pleasant plumpness. “Getting her out here was easier than I
expected.” Liz didn’t exactly whisper, but didn’t speak at
normal volume. “Ward A doesn’t have cameras since everyone is
locked down. Thank the angels the night shift are notorious
slackers—we didn’t run into anyone.” Liz turned the wheelchair
to face him. The woman in the chair slumped in the corner of the
seat, head hanging as if it were too heavy to lift. Her hair dangled
in limp, stringy hanks that reminded him of blond worms. “This
isn’t my Mercy.” Shit. The my had just slipped out. He
didn’t look at Liz—didn’t want confirmation that she’d heard
the slip. His Mercy had always been strong. Even at ten years old,
throat wrapped in a fat wad of bandages, she’d seemed oddly poised
and imperturbable during all the media interviews. She had survived
something worse than what he had endured and yet retained her
strength. She’d inspired him, intrigued him and tied herself to him
without ever knowing. And she’d always been pretty. All strawberry
blond hair and turquoise eyes and features that he’d just wanted to
stare at because it made him feel all warm and nice on the inside.
He’d never gotten close enough to smell her, but he imagined her
scent to be a cross between fresh baked cookies and sunshine—not
body odor and vomit like this woman. “It is her. See what he’s
done to her?” Liz’s voice snapped like a whip. “Who?” Cain
asked the question to Liz, but his gaze remained locked on Mercy. She
hadn’t moved, hadn’t spoken, didn’t even seem alive. “Dr.
Payne. He’s had a sick fascination with her from the first.
Probably because she was the only person on Ward B who didn’t
deserve to be there. He’s been pretty harmless until three days
ago, when he moved her to Ward A.” “Why the fuck is she even here
if she’s not—?” He’d assumed her past—what his father had
done to her and her family—had finally caught up with her. He knelt
in front of her wheelchair. “Don’t you curse at me boy.” Liz’s
tone was all angry mom, making him feel like a bad kid. “Her
official record says Undifferentiated Schizophrenia and Post
Traumatic Stress Disorder. But I’ve seen psychotic—she’s not
psychotic and never has been.” He’d never spoken to Mercy before,
never been this close to her, never dared to. He’d been a wuss—too
damned scared of her reaction to approach her. She had every right to
hate him. It was his father that killed her entire family, his father
that slit her throat, and his father’s blood that ran in his veins.
Abbie 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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