Thursday, 17 September 2015

RELEASE DAY!! Hostage by Cheryl Headford (ME!!)

At last!!! It seems like I have been waiting forever for Hostage to get here. It's my very first Contemporary / Sci Fi / Paranormal / Fantasy YA book. Aimed at older teens it's a totally sex free pure adventure and I'm very proud of it. Harmony Ink have worked very hard to polish the book to the best it can be and I can't wait to share it.

I'll post an exclusive excerpt here, another at Nephy's World and a third on My Website, so be sure to check them all for glimpses into my world and meet my princes.


When Astrin Raphael finds himself held hostage in an unfamiliar place, he has no option but to try to have faith in someone who seems to despise him. Little does he know his captor is his nemesis, Rowan Gabriel, whose disdain for Astrin all started with a misunderstanding years ago.

The kidnapping of Astrin’s father and Rowan’s uncle leaves the two princes with no choice but to form a precarious alliance. Rowan casts off his hatred and reaches out to Astrin, but Astrin’s doubt and insecurity run too deep to let go of easily. It’s not until Astrin almost loses his life that he’s able to acknowledge what Rowan means to him and admit to the love forming between them.

Their struggle doesn’t end when they return home and their Houses attempt to broker a deal to determine their future together. Each prince might face a choice between keeping his title and finding happiness with the man he loves.


When Rowan next opened his eyes, it was full daylight and he felt good. Astrin’s body was still wrapped round him. He was a little surprised, but not unhappy about it. The sun was up, shining brightly, and it was stiflingly hot. He had no desire to move. It was too comfortable, too comforting, but eventually he had no choice, because he could barely breathe.
Trying to shrug out of the sleeping bag without waking Astrin was hard, but Astrin seemed to still be sound asleep. He didn’t stir as Rowan carefully separated their bodies. which in places were stuck together, and freed himself from the cloying folds of cloth.
Free of the covers, Rowan felt cooler, and paused to look down at Astrin. His hair was all over the place, and he was sound asleep, breathing deeply with a half smile on his face. A vague disquiet squirmed in Rowan’s mind. Something had happened. He didn’t remember going to bed. He certainly didn’t remember getting naked, and he was sure he’d have remembered that. Something had definitely happened.
It was frustrating, not being able to remember. He had more sympathy for Astrin now. What must it feel like to not remember anything?
Not worrying about being seen, in such a remote place, Rowan got out of the car, and stretched in the warm sunshine. His body felt good, although for some reason his shoulder was stiff. He must have slept awkwardly on it. Easing the muscles, he stretched again, and it felt better.
The morning sun, and a cool breeze, caressed his naked body, and he sighed, tilting his face up to bathe in the warm sunlight that kissed him gently. Kissed him.
Something stabbed in his mind, something about last night. Unconsciously, his hand went to his shoulder and then to his head, feeling the stiffness in his hair. Suddenly everything came flooding back, and he turned hurriedly to the car. Astrin hadn’t moved.
Climbing into the car, Rowan felt... strange. He was suddenly very conscious he was naked, and took a moment to pull on his trousers and t-shirt, before he slid in beside Astrin and shook him gently. He didn’t stir.
“Astrin, are you okay? Astrin, wake up.” There was nothing, no flicker of awareness at all. “Astrin, are you all right? Astrin wake up. Wake up.”
Shaking him more urgently, Rowan was rewarded with a sigh and sleepy moan.
Astrin’s eyes fluttered open, unfocused. “Too... much energy.... I...tired.... Need...sleep.” Rowan had to lean closely to hear the words.
“Are you all right, though? You’re going to be okay?”
Astrin licked his lips and swallowed, closing his eyes with a sigh. “Okay... sleep.”
With obviously great effort, Astrin opened his eyes, although Rowan wasn't sure he actually saw him.
“Last night. Something happened. I.... Did I...? Did you…?”

He was too late, Astrin slipped into sleep again, and this time Rowan didn’t wake him. Instead, he very gently stroked the hair out of his eyes, tucked the sleeping bag firmly around him, closed the door, and carefully drove out of the campsite, looking over his shoulder every time he went over a bump.

I hope by now you're all desperate to get your hands on the book, so here are the sales links for you

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