Waiting On Wednesday {34}: Race the Darkness by Abbie Roads

“Waiting On" Wednesday is a weekly event, hosted by Breaking the Spine, that spotlights upcoming releases that we're eagerly anticipating.

 

So this one is being billed as ‘a dark, gritty, emotional and sexy romantic suspense by debut author Abbie Roads’. Seriously, who can resist that? Oh, and that cover, it just makes me want to see what kind of creepy goodness this book will offer. Plus, this is a paranormal romantic suspense and that totally has me interested.

Title: Race the Darkness

Author: Abbie Roads

Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca

Release Date: October 6, 2016

 

 

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.

 

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.

 

An excerpt from Race the Darkness:

 

 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—twenty-five feet.

 

 Everything slowed, happened 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…duhm. Pause. Duh…duhm.

 

 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 void 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 and it all could’ve gone so differently if he’d only listened to her, believed in her, found her years before now.

 

What are you waiting on?