Wednesday, October 5, 2016

A Bit About Me, A Bit About My Book RACE THE DARKNESS

*GIVEAWAY announced at the end*

A Bit About Me...

I’ve been a mental health therapist for sixteen years. So many people have said to me “I could never do that job. It’s got to be so depressing.” As weird as it sounds, the job isn’t depressing. It’s rewarding and fascinating and a constant source of inspiration.

The rewarding side: My job isn’t to fix a client. It’s to show them how to fix themselves. It’s to get them to think outside their box.  To show them the resources and places to find answers. To teach them how to reconnect with their gut feeling and always always always follow that feeling. It’s there for a reason. I love seeing my clients get better. Watching them grow and change and move beyond whatever issue brought them into my office just plain feels good.

The fascinating side: In its most essential form, my job is to listen to people. Really listen. I listen to stories all day long. It’s one of the aspects of my job I love the most. I never know what story a client is going to tell. And I’ve got to tell you, life truly is stranger than fiction.

The inspiration side: My clients inspire my writing. Not that any of my characters are based on any client, but those stories I hear all day are a springboard for my imagination. A tiny seed from a story leads to giant tree of an idea.

Loving my clients stories led me to create the blog Author on the Couch. It’s a different kind of author interview. It’s where I get authors to talk about their psyche. The experiences that make them who they are and their personality. I really try to get at the story behind the storyteller. Because people just fascinate me.


Her voice haunts his thoughts; her whispers fill his days
But when he discovers the woman of his dreams is real
He'll race the clock to save her before she's lost to him forever
Scarred by lightning, burdened with a power that gives him no peace, criminal investigator Xander Stone struggles to maintain his sanity against the voice that haunts him day and night—the voice of a woman begging him to save her.
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, a strangely beautiful man who beckons her to freedom. 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.
Named a Publishers Weekly Top 10 Fall Romance for 2016!


They weren’t going to make it.

Not unless he suddenly sprouted blue tights and a red cape. The hope of escape morphed into despair and resignation and finally reckless pissed-off-ness. 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—now twenty-five feet away.

Everything slowed, happening 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…dum. Pause. Duh…dum. 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 devoid 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. It all could’ve gone so differently if he’d only listened to her, believed in her, found her years before now.

The air changed, displaced by the truck only a few feet from them. Heat from the engine blasted his face, smelling of burning oil, gasoline, and a scent reminiscent of popped corn. He locked eyes with the bitch behind the wheel. Her pudgy lips ripped back over her teeth in a snarling scream.
Xander knew anger—his best friends were fury and rage—but the look on the bitch’s face went beyond mere anger all the way to unholy.

The truck imploded.

The sound was supersonic, a resonation that rippled through his skin and muscle to rattle his bones and shake the earth underneath his feet. Metal and glass and fire shot outward, skyward, backward, in a near-perfect arc of destruction. Flaming debris rained around them.

He stood there holding Isleen, watching it happen, not believing the message his eyes sent to his brain.

“What the…?” The last of the truck parts hit the ground. The pieces burned. That’s all that was left—pieces. Nothing touched them, like they resided under an invisible dome of protection.

He glanced down at Isleen for an answer, but she was unconscious, her head lolling so limply on her neck that it looked as if he was carrying a corpse.

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If you have purchased RACE THE DARKNESS between September 30th and October 8th you are eligible to enter the Release Week Giveaway. 


  1. Congrats on your release! Can't wait to read it.

  2. Thanks Shana!

    It's been a crazy few days!

    I hope you enjoy the book!

  3. Yay Abbie, you finally made it. I didn't think this day would ever come. I'm listening to the audio book after having read the book. Great narrator. Congratulations.

  4. Congrats!! this is awesome! and thanks for sharing your good fortune with us :)

  5. Barb H!

    I've been listening to it too! It feels different to hear my book rather than read my book. I have to agree Roger Wayne did an amazing job on the audio book!

  6. Hi Dorothy!

    Thanks so much for stopping by!

  7. Hi Abbie!
    I love love love your concept behind the blog you created! Have you ever had to deal with negative responses from readers? There are so many judgemental people out there, it makes me wonder if any guests have been very personal, and had backlash from it. Or are there certain subjects you try to steer clear of? I applaud you for your creativity and your ability to be so empathic!

    1. Great question! My blog does get extremely personal at times. But there's never been any backlash from readers. Never. Not even a hint. If anything the community of readers rally around those Authors who bare there soul on my couch!