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Blurb:
Not all wounds are physical. Achan Steinsson knows that better than most. His first trip off planet had culminated in him being kidnapped and abused at the hands of humans. His family may have rescued him, but his constant nightmares won't let him move forward.
Hunter Miles shares a very special bond with Achan. His brother was the one who kidnapped the young Leo, not surprising from a man who had mentally and physically abused Hunter from childhood. The Felidae took him away from that life, but he wants more than anything to be able to move on and express his love for Achan.
Tafa Morn came to Felid to visit his cousin after he was injured in battle on Seren, but he never expected to find two wounded souls that needed his particular brand of care. He plans to heal them, touch them and love them... and he doesn't plan to let them go.
Can three very different men find love and healing in each other's arms?
Excerpt:
The Pridelands 6: Achan's Peace
Jade Buchanan
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Copyright ©2010 Jade Buchanan
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The human stood over him, his rank stench nearly enough to make Achan sick. He didn't know what they wanted to do to him, but he realized how desperate they were at this point. He was almost out of hope. He wanted so badly for his family to rescue him but he despaired that they would ever find him.
This was all his fault. He shouldn't have wandered off. What was going to happen to him? Why hadn't his brothers found him yet? Where were they?
He was lying on a bed, covered in tiny white flowers. He didn't know what they were but the very presence of them was making him crazy. He couldn't move because of the ropes holding him down, but every brush of air against his inflamed skin made him wish he could roll over and fuck anything he could find. What was wrong with him?
One of the humans -- Hunter -- crouched beside him, holding his own head against another brutal punch from his brother. Tears dripped from his eyes, the one swollen painfully. Blood coated his split lip and covered his chin.
Achan didn't understand it. Why would siblings ever treat each other with anything less than respect? Especially Hunter. He'd been so kind to Achan, even when he still thought he was an animal. Achan just needed to be careful, like Hunter told him. He couldn't give away that he wasn't exactly as animalistic as the rest of the humans assumed. Hunter had told him that the rest would treat him even worse if they realized he could talk and understand everything they were saying, but Achan didn't know how long he could stand this before he cracked.
His head was so fuzzy, he couldn't hold on to a single thought for more than a moment. He needed to get his senses back. It was going to become dangerous if he couldn't pay attention. He couldn't afford to mess something up.
Shouts sounded behind the closed doors, followed by a sharp, snapping sound that had Achan's heart pounding.
He knew that roar. Khalid. His brother was here. His brother was here to rescue him!
The door slammed open, a lithe figure throwing himself inside. Pran righted himself and snarled, baring his fangs, his snapping roar filling the room. Wait, what was Pran doing here? He shouldn't be here since he hadn't come to Earth with them. Was he dreaming?
"Stay away! I'll kill him! I swear it! Stay away!" The human grabbed a knife, holding it to Achan's throat.
Achan was too insensate to move, though he knew how dangerous this moment was. The human was crazy. But no, it had to be a dream. Pran wasn't here in real life so the knife didn't exist either. The Tigris was supposed to be back on Himalay. Even if he wasn't, there was no way Pran would be here as a rescue party. He hated Khalid and everyone related to him.
Pran waited, keeping his gaze on the knife. Achan tensed, unable to move more than a bare inch. His whole body felt weak.
"Zach, stop this now. Let him go! Just let him go," Hunter screamed.
It worked as a distraction. The human's attention switched for a brief moment, just enough time for Pran to move. He thrust forward, grasping the man's knife hand. They grappled briefly for the weapon but Pran prevailed. He grabbed it, twisted it, stabbed it into that soft belly and pulled up hard.
Death stared out from the human's gaze before he slumped to the ground with a gurgle. Achan whimpered.
Khalid was suddenly at his back, grabbing for Achan, releasing him from his bindings and pulling him into his arms.
His brother was here. It was going to be okay. Everything would be okay. Khalid would save him.
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