Love across space and in exotic worlds ~ GENTLE CHAINS by @NazareaAndrews #giveaway #scifirom
GENTLE CHAINS
by Nazarea Andrews
When slavers steal Juhan and his twin sister Chosi from their home planet of psychics, their only comfort is in the fact that they’re together. When they are separated at auction, Juhan swears to find his sister, no matter the cost.
Juhan is bought by the spoiled daughter of a political scion. Caught in her glittering world of intrigue and politics, Juhan is startled to find Sadi playing a long game to change intergalactic politics and Juhan is merely a pawn in her game. But as his vow and Sadi’s lies takes them across galaxies, he begins to wonder if his young owner is more than an arrogant rich girl. And he has to consider the cost of his promise—especially when people they both care for begin to die.
A galaxy away, Chosi is sold into blood sport. With her psychic ability, she earns a precarious position of value within the gladiator school, training the draken—wild creatures of smoke and fire—for the arena. In the midst of that hell, she forges a friendship with the slave Jemes and the draken she cares for. But when her defiance comes with devastating results, Chosi contemplates suicide as an escape from her chains. Yet, she can’t forget the brother who promised to find her, and even as she welcomes the risk of death, she clings to that promise.
Spun across space and exotic worlds, Juhan and Chosi try to find each other, and home in a stunning story about the lengths love will take you.
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I open my mouth to say something, and the front of the house explodes. Sadi screams my name and I catch her as the blast throws us backward, shielding her from the debris.
Black-clad haj storm through the gaping hole of the Consuls home, kicking the dead Renlarte aside as they arrow straight for us. For Sadi.
One of the Consul’s haj has recovered and lunges at the invaders. For a moment, I can’t tell who is who as they fight, silver knives flickering in the firelight. Then a knife is driven into one of their shoulders, and the haj’s gasp of pain is drowned out by Kentra’s scream.
Another haj is slitting the throat of the Consuls personal guards, a third stalking toward me and Sadi, who cowers behind me. The Consuls are being contained by soldiers, and even though I can feel their psychic assault and see the wounds they’ve dealt out, they aren’t going to stop these haj.
No one is.
Rage almost blinds me, rage at the circumstances that have put me here, rage at the assassins who came here, never thinking an Eleyi would do anything to stop them.
-Enough.-
I throw my mind out, slamming into the haj, through their mental walls. I apply a little pressure, and one of them falters, almost falling as I shatter his walls. It’s surprisingly easy to wrap myself around his mind, to pick out what I want: who paid them, who they came to kill. Not surprising—a Yalten queen put out a contract on Sadi.
“Wha—what’s happening?” Sadi demands, and I wonder what it must look like, the haj paused, blades ready to plunge into me, staring blankly ahead. But I don’t answer.
“He’s controlling them,” Zentra says quietly.
“Eleyi can’t control minds,” Sadi spits out, and I laugh. I give the haj closest to me a nudge. The assassin spins, throwing his blade with deadly accuracy—into the eye of its fellow assassin.
Sadi screams a little, and I smile, coldly. “Not all of us. But some—some Eleyi are strong enough to send armies against each other, strong enough to control the elements.”
There’s a sharp gasp, a shiver of fear, and then her mental walls—walls I’ve never pushed—slam into place and I can’t feel her.
“You will give them to us,” Kentra says, steel and fury in her voice. I glance at the little girl, and my control slips a little to the fire.
“They came to kill her,” I say as the flames swell.
“Their lives are ours. The attack was against us.”
I pause. I could let them go—let the Consuls kill the assassins. Let them carry the blood. I glance at Sadi.
Her hair is falling around her face, her gorgeous dress torn, blood dripping from a cut on her arm. My vision blurs, and I can’t breathe through the anger choking me. I wrap around the two minds I’m still holding, and yank.
Kentra screams, a tiny startled noise, as their minds shatter, ground to dust in my hands. They slump to the ground, and Sadi peers around me, her hand hot on my wrist. I shiver. “What happened?”
-If you tell her, I’ll kill everyone in this house,- I tell the Consuls, and they go very still, staring at me.
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Nazarea Andrews is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. She loves chocolate and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, and overgrown dog.
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