Today I’d like to introduce a character from my debut novel RACE THE DARKNESS. This character is quite different from the other characters in the book. He’s sweet and loving, and his breath is always atrocious.
Meet Killer! He's based on my rescue dog Dobby.
The following scene occurs between Isleen and an FBI agent who is attempting to use Killer as a therapy dog.
“I’ve got something that might lift your spirits.” He reached into the strange-shaped duffel bag. Up close she could see the material was mostly made of mesh. He rummaged for a moment, then pulled out a little dog that was all skeletal legs, brindled fur, and ears three times larger than its head. It was the funniest looking canine she’d ever seen.
“Oh my gosh. He’s so sweet. What’s his name? Can I hold him?”
Kent’s face went serious. “His name is Killer. And before you hold him, I need to warn you. He lives up to his name—Killer.”
“He’s mean?” Disappointment raised the pitch of her voice.
Kent lowered his voice to sound like a corny radio announcer. “He’s a lady-killer. He doesn’t look like it, but he loves the ladies. Hell, he loves anyone who loves him.” Kent handed him over to her.
Killer’s fur wasn’t exactly soft; it was more bristly than anything. She settled him on her lap, but he twisted, stood on his back legs, his front paws on her chest, and licked her chin. His tongue was warm and... “Oh, his breath—”
Kent laughed, his features softening. “That’s his Achilles’ heel. I’ve done everything I can to get that stink under control. Mint charcoal doggy mouthwash in his water. No go. Doggy breath mints. No go. Brushing his teeth—that traumatized us both and still didn’t work.”
Killer settled back in her lap, his dark-chocolate eyes staring up at her. She didn’t need to be the dog whisperer to know he wanted her to pet him. She scratched his ears, and he let out a doggy sigh of total contentment.
“I picked him up at the Humane Society about a year ago. I went in there looking for a dude’s dog— you know, a Lab or German shepherd. I ended up with Killer. Just couldn’t walk away from that face with those ears. It’s taken him a while to adjust. At first, if I raised my voice—you know when you watch a game on TV or something—he’d start shaking, slink off, and hide like he thought I was going to beat him. He used to hoard his food too. He’d go to his food bowl, get a mouthful, then go spit it out in the corner of his bed, stockpiling it like one day I might stop feeding him or something. That’s gone now.”
“I can’t believe someone could be cruel to him. He’s the sweetest thing.” Killer stood, turned two circles on her lap, then lay down, curling up in a tight ball. His eyes fell shut and he was out. “I’m in love with him.”
“Told you. He’s a lady-killer.”
If you haven't had a chance to watch the trailer for RACE THE DARKNESS here it is! You don't want to miss this! Seriously. I'm not joking. You need to watch this!
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.
A gift 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.
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Abbie Roads writes dark emotional novel featuring damaged characters, but always gives her hero and heroine a happy ending… after torturing them for three hundred pages. You can find her here: