Stevie Woods:author of gay romantic fiction

January 18, 2013

HEALING is now available from ARe Books!



By: Stevie Woods | Other books by Stevie Woods
Published By: Amber Quill Press, LLC
ISBN # 9781611243697

Word Count: 18000
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Available in: Epub, HTML, Microsoft Reader, Adobe Acrobat, Mobipocket (.prc)

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About the book

After an injury, Audin desperately needs the help of a healer, and is shocked to discover the one recommended to him is Tener, a man he hasn’t seen since their split following a blazing argument a dozen years earlier. Since those days, both men have experienced much during their years apart, and life has tempered them. Even though Tener is now a healer rather than the doctor he ought to have become, and Audin is an engineer working for an authoritarian government department, they realize they still have much in common. Including a fierce sexual attraction to each other.

Upon learning that Audin’s life is at stake from an implant placed inside him by the government, and with his own career at risk due to Audin’s position, Tener confesses his secret involvement with an underground organization fighting to bring down the corrupt and dangerous regime.

The men quickly comprehend that they must work together, hoping to solve Audin’s problem and, in consequence, that of others infected by the vicious piece of technology. But can Tener remove the evil device from Audin without killing him in the process?

An excerpt from the book

…Audin Logon cursed his own carelessness as he hurried along the narrow poorly lit street as dusk slid into night. He’d had to take a cab from the ministry because his injury meant he wasn’t able to drive. It had been necessary for the transport to drop him off at the crossroads as it wasn’t possible to drive down the narrow lane. The throbbing in his hand and arm had lessened now, sinking into numbness and he didn’t think that was good. He hoped the healer would still see clients at this hour, some healers only chose to work during daylight hours.His colleague at the department, Milius, had assured him that his friend of a friend was a good healer and would never turn a patient away. Audin wasn’t sure he believed that, but at that moment he prayed Milius was right. There was no way he could go to the hospital for treatment by the doctors there; he just couldn’t afford the fees ‘proper’ doctors charged. It didn’t matter that the accident had occurred at work, the ministry considered the employee responsible for his own actions – and his own accidents.

Audin repeated the healer’s name to himself, Neret Sanaret, again frowning because there was something about the name that seemed familiar and he couldn’t think why – of course! Sanaret had to be an assumed name. Sanare was the ancient name for a healer; it was too much of a coincidence that it was the man’s real name. Not that it mattered what he called himself as long as he was as good as Milius said, and the man would help him. Perhaps it would be sensible to offer him a little extra for arriving at so late an hour.

There, just ahead in the murky gloom, illuminated by one of the few street lights, he saw the sign of a healer’s shop: a pestle and mortar topped by the curved surgeon’s knife around which a snake curled. Audin sighed gratefully that modern healing had progressed well beyond such basic tools, though where the snake came into it he had never understood. As he approached the door he saw the name plate of the man he’d been sent to see.

Audin knocked on the door, hoping for a response. Almost immediately the door opened and a figure stood there. Outlined only by the light from within, the man appeared little more than a dark shadow.

“Healer Sanaret?” Audin queried. “I apologize for the late hour. I was given your name by a friend who suggested you would still be willing to offer me treatment.”

“Come in,” the healer said.

With a sigh of relief Audin walked into the brightly lit room, absently noting its neat metallic surfaces and clean white walls before turning to face the healer – and his voice died in his throat. His heart speeded up and his head pounded. He could hardly believe what he thought he saw. He frowned as he cocked his head to one side, studying the man before him. It couldn’t be, could it? Yet how could he doubt his own eyes?

Audin stared at the man he had last seen almost a dozen years ago; the man he had regretted losing contact with over what had long since seemed a pointless reason for an argument.

“Tener Allend! My God, is that you?”

Eyes widening, the man frowned. “I fear you have mistaken me for someone else, Sir. My name is Neret Sanaret.”

Audin was taken aback. He couldn’t be mistaken. Even the voice was familiar now. The man before him appeared more mature, the eyes were perhaps a little harder, but Audin could never mistake that face. The years had added bulk to his body, but the man’s height was exactly the same. His eyes were the same green flecked with gold and his hair was the identical warm brown with fair streaks, just a little longer now as it brushed his collar. “It can’t be… You are… Why are you denying yourself, Tener?”

“I am denying only that I am this man you have mistaken me for. Now please, let us deal with your injury,” the healer said coldly.

Audin did not believe him, but obeyed, painfully removing his jacket and shirt to sit at the examination table, where he laid his injured arm for the healer’s perusal.

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