Book Blog Tour: M/M ~ Hostage by Cheryl Headford ~ (ARC Review, Excerpt, Exclusive Excerpt + Giveaway)
Author: Cheryl Headford
Publisher: Harmony Ink Press
Cover Artist: Garrett Leigh
Length: 328 Pages
Release Date: September 17, 2015
Blurb: Astrin Raphael wakes up in a strange place, frightened and confused. He is told to trust someone who seems to hate him, and he tries—he really tries. However, things change rapidly when he discovers his friend is actually his archenemy, Rowan Gabriel, whose abusive behavior stems from a deeply ingrained, if unwarranted, hatred over something that happened many years before, and simply wasn’t Astrin’s fault.
When Rowan's uncle and Astrin's father are kidnapped by Strebo Michael, the two crown princes are catapulted into an adventure that forces them to work together, and along the way their feelings for each other grow. Rowan is quick to let his hate go, but Astrin can’t release his inhibitions. It takes Astrin almost dying from a poisoned dagger before he finally accepts Rowan's love.
ROWAN WASN’T smiling. He was simmering gently and muttering to himself under his breath. He’d understood and fully appreciated everything his uncle said to him, but it changed nothing. He hated Astrin Raphael, hated him with a vengeance—vengeance for his parents, to be exact. When Astrin’s father had given the order to attack the armored convoy carrying Rowan’s parents back to the capital, he had shattered Rowan’s world. At four years old, the young prince had hardly known his parents, but he could remember the soft touch of his mother’s lips on his hair, the strong arms of his father cradling him and making him feel safer than he ever had since.
That was all gone now, wiped out in one round of intensive fire and a couple of old-fashioned rocket grenades. Gritting his teeth, Rowan pressed his thumb against a panel that checked his DNA. As Crown Prince, there was no security level for which he was not cleared, and almost instantly the panel changed from red to green, letting out a soft hiss as the seal around the door released.
Quite apart from his feelings for Astrin, Rowan hated coming to the infirmary wing. It was thankfully small, as it catered only for those who lived and worked in the Palace Complex. The door opened into a central lobby from which other doors led in three different directions. One led to the administrative center, another to the main body of the hospital, which was more often accessed through the main entrance at the other side of the building, and the third to the private royal apartment. This was used and accessed only by members of the royal family, their personal physicians, and retainers.
As usual a senior administrator sat behind the desk, working before a bank of computers. Because of the unusual circumstances, soldiers stood on either side of the door into the royal suite. They were elite bodyguards, eternally alert and ready to act in a heartbeat should the need arise.
Nodding to the soldiers but ignoring the administrator, Rowan again pressed his thumb against a panel and was admitted to a dimly lit corridor.
At the end of the corridor was an administration chamber similar to the one he’d just left. This was manned predominantly by nurses, as it dealt with only a fraction of the information handled by the mainframe.
Today there were three nurses at the station. One was working hard on a keyboard in front of the monitor screens, apparently updating paperwork.
The other two nurses were lounging. They snapped to attention as Rowan entered. He ignored them.
Crossing the floor, he activated another thumb pad and pushed the door open when it hissed.
His first thoughts when he passed through the door were of utter contempt and disgust. If he hadn’t retained some sense of honor and decency, he would have spat on the sleeping prince. Fortunately, despite his complaints to his uncle, he realized it was necessary to treat the other prince with a degree of respect. It was vital the negotiations with his father were a success. Rowan therefore swallowed his feelings and went to work.
The boy was unconscious and completely helpless. As a Class One Prisoner, it was too dangerous to allow him any kind of freedom, even the freedom of consciousness.
For normal Class One Prisoners the overcrowded prisons had, over the years, developed containment chambers. Here, many men and women could be economically housed in pods, kept in a comatose state for however long their sentence might be, constantly played audio messages designed to precipitate rehabilitation. They were roused from their coma only during the last months of their sentence, when they had regular consultations with clinical therapists who assessed whether their minds had developed sufficient conscience to allow them to be released back into society.
Some prisoners had committed crimes so severe it was unlikely they would ever be roused. Their pods occupied a room all of their own, which was entered only to install a new pod or to remove that of a prisoner who had died.
However, no one was going to put Astrin, Crown Prince of House Raphael and The Western Kingdoms, in a stasis pod. Although he was a prisoner, he was still a member of the royal family of a major ruling House, and therefore deserving of special treatment.
Instead of a pod, he was reclining on a state-of-the-art bed, his head and shoulders propped up on white pillows. Although it was not possible to see from casual examination, his body was suspended from the shoulders down within an electrically generated field. No part of it was touching either the bed or the covering sheets, thereby preventing bed sores. In addition the field provided constant deep stimulation to his muscles, preventing atrophy and circulation issues.
Tubes inserted into the veins in his arms fed him a regular mixture of drugs, which maintained his perpetual coma, and another tube inserted into his stomach through his abdomen was used to feed him daily with a concentrated, thick liquid that contained all the nutrients needed to keep him alive.
It was Rowan’s duty to feed the sleeping prince, then disengage the force field and wash his body, making sure he stayed clean and there was no infection or irritation of the skin. Rowan hated it. He hated Astrin, and touching him repulsed him. Also the mixture of sedative drugs and the soupy liquid diet produced an absolutely foul waste that made him ponder at times whether it was deliberately engineered by his uncle as a rather basic lesson in humility.
It never occurred to Rowan that, if he found the whole thing demeaning and sickening, had Astrin been conscious enough to be aware of what was happening to his body, he would, no doubt, have found it even more so.
Growling with frustration, he slung Astrin’s arm over his shoulder and heaved. Stirring slightly, Astrin opened bleary eyes and grinned in an unfocused manner, then closed his eyes and started to get heavy again.
“Oh no, you don’t. We have to get inside. Stand up and walk.”
“Walk?” Astrin murmured indistinctly.
“Yes, walk, you drunken fool. One foot in front of the other.”
With more success, Rowan worked Astrin up the wall until he was upright, then he slung Astrin’s arm across his shoulder and hauled him onto his feet. They stumbled awkwardly along the street to the door of the boarding house. Scrabbling in his pocket, Rowan found the key and opened the door. Astrin fell across the threshold and sat on the floor giggling. By now Rowan had sobered up, so he found Astrin’s behavior infantile and irritating.
“Get up. We’re not there yet,” Rowan snapped. Astrin giggled again, with a goofy expression on his face. Rowan had never been more thankful to have a room on the ground floor, so he didn’t have to get Astrin up the stairs. Somehow he managed to drag him across the hall. A door opened, and the landlady stuck her head out.
“Everything all right, boys?”
“Kind of. My friend had a little too much to drink.”
“Well, keep the noise down.” She grinned. “Can I assume you won’t be early for breakfast in the morning?”
“Actually, I will. I don’t know about him. We have to be somewhere at nine.”
“I’ll get it ready for eight, then. How does that sound?”
“At the moment it sounds wonderful, but I’m not going to promise an appetite in the morning.”
The landlady shook her head with amusement, then withdrew and softly closed the door.
Rowan got Astrin into the room with some difficulty and closed the door behind them. Smiling blissfully, Astrin threw his arms around Rowan, knocking him off-balance so he fell backward onto the bed with Astrin on top of him.
Astrin paused, gazing down at Rowan, and Rowan froze, his eyes wide. With the light behind him, Astrin looked like an angel. His hair was brightened to liquid silver, and in the shadow his eyes were dark. He was so beautiful that he took Rowan’s breath away, and Rowan was afraid to move in case he did something stupid that might drive Astrin away.
Astrin looked thoughtful and brought his face closer to Rowan’s, his head tilted a little to one side. Rowan could feel his breath, and the thud of his heart was almost painful.
“Get off me, you fool.”
Astrin said nothing, still thoughtful.
Rowan’s heart gave a huge thump and stuck in his throat. His hands were on Astrin’s waist, and he felt like pulling him down against him, throwing his arms around him, and just holding him.
Almost as if answering an unspoken request, Astrin lowered his head, licking his lips. Rowan, no longer breathing, closed his eyes and kept them tightly shut as Astrin’s lips brushed lightly across his own. He knew that if he opened them and looked up into those beautiful eyes he would explode or, at least, lose control.
“Rowan,” Astrin whispered, and Rowan had no choice but to open his eyes. The glowing green orbs, which had been dominating his dreams so much of late, were mere inches from his own. They were shining brightly, the pupils widely dilated, and Rowan fell into them.
Licking his lips in a way that made Rowan feel queasy, Astrin leaned forward again, until their lips met in the most exquisite kiss Rowan had ever experienced, albeit one of the briefest.Astrin looked confused when he raised his head, scaring Rowan half to death. He grinned, a beatific, if vacant expression on his face and said, “That was cool.” Then he passed out.
*** ARC provided to Bayou Book Junkie in exchange for a fair and honest review.***
Rowan is in charge of taking care of the crowned prince from another kingdom, Astrin, who is held hostage in his own kingdom while his uncle and Astrin's father are in peace negotiations. Rowan is not happy about this because Astrin is the son of the man responsible for his parents's death and he take it out on Astrin, until he starts getting to know the other man and his feelings start to change.
It's not an easy path into a relationship between these two, or even friendship, since Astrin finds it difficult to trust Rowan, but as they spend more and more time together, they grow closer.
This book was filled with unexpected twists that kept me intrigued throughout the story. It has a complex, interesting plotline set in an alternate world, in which the royal families have special abilities. Both main characters were likeable, although I have to admit I didn't like Rowan all that much at first, but he ended up being my favorite of the two. The chemistry between them was sizzling, even if it took a bit for them to actually be together. Even so, it was an enjoyable read that I thoroughly recommend!
Rating: 5 Stars!!!
Winner’s Prize: Signed Paperback of Hostage.Runners Up Prize: 2 E-copies of Hostage.