Release Blitz: 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
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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