Healer The Gifted by
Sarah and Shannen Brady
Sarah and Shannen Brady
Alexandra Grayson is an empathic healer, flying under the radar as a Spokane Valley EMT. Protecting her family’s secret from Homeland Security’s Gifted Agenda and the bigotry of a fearful populace is the most important thing to her. Getting close to men, especially super sexy cops, isn’t an option.
Tyler Kincaid is a man who knows what he wants, and what he wants is Alex. When she outs herself as Gifted by healing a child, Tyler helps her escape, but even his love is not enough to protect her. When Alex is taken by HOMSEC agents, Tyler has to lead a motley collection of Alex’s Gifted relatives in a daring rescue.
Shannen Brady lives in Western Washington with her boyfriend and their child, a rambunctious corgi named Chubberus Maximus. When she's not writing her latest sexy story, you can find her hiking, watching terrible SyFy movies and avoiding cooking of any kind.
Sarah Brady lives in Eastern Washington with her husband and teenage son, dividing her time between her real life and the voices in her head.
Sarah and Shannen are a mother/daughter team and together they write paranormal romantic suspense. Their first book, Healer, is book 1 of The Gifted, a series of four m/f romances, and published by Soul Mate Publishing. Their second book will be Sweet Fire, book 1 of a related series of m/m books, to be released January 2, 2015 by Dreamspinner Press.
Except – Healer:
He heard the voices first. Soft, female voices, speaking in Spanish. “Abuela, Se está despertando.” Grandmother, he’s waking up. His Spanish was rusty but he used it sometimes on the job and the English words trickled thickly into his brain.
“No está listo. Le dolerá.” He’s not ready. It will hurt him. The voices were both right and pain pulsed through his guts. He almost knew the first voice and when it switched to English, a wave of warm recognition flowed through him. Alex!
“Easy, Tyler, honey. Don't try to move. You’re safe here. We’re both safe.” Her breath whispered warm across his skin and he could smell the familiar sweet scent of her. Gentle hands ghosted across the bare skin of his back and chest.
He believed her for a moment, then the pain pulsed, suddenly sharp as a blade through his middle and he opened his eyes with a gasp. Light stabbed him and he turned his face into a pillow, sagging back onto the soft surface beneath his side. The smell of his own blood washed over him, and his stomach churned with nausea, bringing with it another wave of agony.
“Rapido, hazlo ahora, Chiquita! Quickly, do it now, Little One! This time that second voice cracked with authority, one used to being obeyed without question. He sensed something else, a touch that had nothing to do with the hands on his body, and the pain vanished as if it had never been. He struggled to pry his eyelids up a second time, but the touch intensified. Alex. He recognized her touch in his body, even as he had known the feel of her hands on his skin. He felt her push against him, into him, and press him down into the warm darkness. As long as she would stay with him, he was content to go.