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Title: NEVER LET ME FALL
Series: Fatal Dreams
Author: Abbie Roads
Genre: Psychological Thriller
Release: November 6th
About NEVER LET ME FALL
Seeing is believing…
Thomas Brown can’t see color, but he can see people’s true souls. His abilities allow him to work with criminal investigators and deliver justice to families of the wronged. And he’s starting to accept that his life will forever be in black and white…
Then he encounters Helena Grayse, and everything changes. She brings vibrant color to his world, and he brings acceptance and belief to hers. But Helena’s past is quickly catching up with her, and Thomas is in the crosshairs.
As an enemy hidden in plain sight threatens their every move, they’ll have to rely on their love to beat the darkness.
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Her pace quickened, her thrusts harder and messier. His control slipped and he bucked against her, hips slamming into her with a wild frenzy. And then she seated herself so deeply upon him that he swore he touched heaven. She flung her head back on her shoulders, moaning her bliss while her hands kneaded his pecs. Her body clenched around him, her orgasm giving him permission to let go.
“Helen. Helen. Helen.” He chanted her name in time with his thrusts. A tiny part of his mind remembered that he’d imagined this moment back in the tent. How could that be?
Something immense and powerful and awe-inspiring crashed over him. Everything he’d thought he knew about life and love was torn apart, then somehow pieced back together in a new order that made him strong and powerful and made him feel fucking indestructible. That’s the effect being with her had on him.
She watched his orgasm, a self-satisfied grin tickling the corners of her mouth. When he’d spent every ounce of himself, she draped herself across his chest, her breath coming in long gulps of warm air directly over his heart.
As if the bonds on his hands had been finally been broken, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly to him. Her body seemed so small and fragile, but she carried a quiet strength inside her. Yeah, she might be injured, but she wasn’t weak.
He rubbed his hands up and down her back in soothing circles. She squirmed and snuggled tighter against him, like a kitten seeking warmth and safety. Through the fabric of her shirt, he felt the rough ridges of scarred skin, but he kept up the comforting caress. If she knew he could feel her scars, she would become frightened. The last thing he wanted.
She relaxed against him and sighed a sleepy, contented sound that would’ve had his lips tilting upward at satisfying this gorgeous woman, but all he could think about were the scars. He couldn’t risk deviating from his strokes to map out each one, but they were extensive. Almost as though someone had taken a cat-o’-nine-tails to her. But then there were other places, hollows where the skin had sunken in instead of puckering out. Fucking. Christ. What had happened to her?
A car accident? A fire? Then a thought slammed into him so violently it knocked his mental world off-kilter. Had someone done this to her? Was that why she didn’t talk? Because he knew she had the ability to speak. The way she groaned and sighed—he could hear her voice behind those sounds. Had someone hurt her badly enough to steal her voice?
His brain stopped functioning. Something hot and angry pumped through his veins. A rage so potent he could taste it in his mouth, smell it in the air. He wanted to kill whoever had harmed her. Rip them into pieces and then beat them with their own body parts.
He’d stopped rubbing her back and was now tracing the lines of her scars with his fingers. Which only fueled his anger. He forced his hands to stillness before he shook her awake and demanded to know who had hurt her so he could hunt them down and perform some anger management on them.
Bloodthirsty and possessive seemed to be his new norm when it came to her. He didn’t mind. Yeah, he’d just met her, but she didn’t feel like a stranger. She felt familiar and… What was the word he wanted? Destined.
Destined? Did he dare to believe that she could be meant for him? It was too fucking late for that question. He knew she was supposed to be his. But he wasn’t sure she felt the same way. She might be seeking comfort of the one-night-stand variety. Well, then it was gonna be his job to convince her to stay with him without seeming like a psycho stalker.
The wood floor was cold and uncomfortable against his back and ass cheeks. And yet he’d lay here holding her for two eternities and a forever. Logic and rationality were too weak to make him end his time with her. He’d hold her until she didn’t want to be held any longer.
But right here, right now, he would memorize everything about her. The way her hair felt like a soft breeze against his chest, her soft inhales and warm exhales, her breasts pressed against his chest through her shirt as she slept. The way it felt to have his arms around her, holding her tightly to him. And he’d never forget for as long as he lived what it felt like to be inside her.
He’d sacrifice his life to keep this one moment alive.
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About Abbie Roads
Abbie Roads loves Snickers Parfaits and acrylic pour painting. It’s her new obsession. The pour painting. Not the parfaits. Though the parfaits would qualify as an obsession too. She spends her days a mental health counselor always looking on the brightside, but at night she likes to write dark and dangerous things—with kissing and sexy times. She loves reading inspirational quotes and stories about serial killers. She is married to her favorite fellow and they have two cranky old rescue dogs that are not spoiled. Not at all. Okay. Maybe a little. Alright, the dogs are terribly spoiled, but they do give lots of cuddles and kisses in return.