With: Rhenna Morgan
I’m so excited to get the second installment of my Ancient Ink series—HEALER’S NEED—in the hands of my readers! Tate and Elise’s story was such a joy to write, not just because of the sizzling slow burn between the two of them, but because it was such a treat to immerse myself again in the Volán world with all their magic and shifting abilities.
In the scene I’m sharing today, you’ll catch a glimpse of Elise’s magical healing abilities as seen through Tate’s perspective. She’s just received her gifts from The Keeper and has no clue how to go about using them—but Priest isn’t going to let her wade into the waters easily. He needs her ready for the challenges ahead and throws her headlong into learning how to heal her clan members in the most frightening way possible…
I hope you enjoy this excerpt and that you’ll join the rest of the clan for an extended stay soon!
Healing Tate Excerpt
The healer’s concord.
Tate had experienced it hundreds of times growing up with his mother. A natural connectedness that sprung from every healer when their magic melded between the Otherworld and Earth. The ground practically sang with it, and the breeze took on an almost singsong quality.
That of a prima finding her way.
Priest felt it, too, the hard edge he’d approached them with now coated in pure certainty. “Open your eyes, Elise.”
She did as he asked, her normally light green eyes darkened by the depth of her magic.
“What you feel right now—the energy flowing through you—is what you need.”
She cocked her head just a fraction. “What I need for what?”
Too focused inwardly on honing her gifts, she seemed to miss Priest fisting one hand at his side. Silver shimmered down his right arm. “To heal your mate.”
One blindingly fast swipe of Priest’s arm and a flash of his panther’s claws and Tate was on his knees, the searing burn across his chest too great for his body to process and stay standing at the same time.
“Oh my God!” Elise was there in an instant, kneeling before him. His blood seeped over her fingers as she tried to stem the flow with her palms.
She didn’t stand a prayer of stopping it. The cuts were too deep. Too jagged for anything but magic or a well-trained trauma team to repair. She glared at Priest over her shoulder, undiluted fury and terror whipping the once peaceful forest into a maelstrom of dangerous energy. “Are you out of your mind? Fix him!”
Priest held his ground, his voice utterly dispassionate. “No.”
Her rage shot higher, lashing through their still growing bond with all the mercy of a barbed whip and ripping a low guttural moan he had no hope of containing up the back of his throat. He gripped her wrists. Tried to focus through the pain and steady his breathing. To slow his ragged pulse. “Elise.”
Her focus on him was instant and the energy around him softened, though nowhere near as still as what she’d need to heal him.
“You.” His arms shook and, despite what his mind insisted he say, his mouth struggled to cooperate. “Not Priest. You.”
“Are you out of your mind?” She twisted back to Priest. “I don’t know what I’m doing! Help me!”
“He won’t.” The muscles in Tate’s thighs and torso trembled to the point he swayed and nearly pulled her off balance with him. “You have to.”
The horror and helplessness etched on her face cut him deeper than the jagged claw marks across his torso. “I don’t know how!”
“You don’t. Your magic does.” Blackness crowded the edges of his vision and the forest spun. The next thing he knew, the brilliant blue sky was above him. Priest towered to one side of him, his arms crossed resolutely across his chest.
Elise knelt at the other, the press of her palms against his bleeding chest and tears streaming down her cheeks.
Tate tried to wipe them. Needed to ease the pain crashing through their bond. “Hurts.”
“Tell me what to do,” she said between choked sobs. “Please.”
It doesn’t matter if it’s a simple scratch or a terrible wound. His mother’s voice, paired with a memory that crowded out the present and dragged him back to one of the first times he’d watched her heal a little girl who’d stepped on a piece of broken glass. With a featherlight touch, she stroked the three-inch wound. Healing is a connection. Two souls brought together by pain. The magic knows where to go. How to heal what’s been torn apart. So long as my heart is open, it flows as easy as a river.
“Your heart.” Cold weighted his legs and feet, and his hands were already so numb the warmth of her own hand beneath his barely registered. His eyes slipped closed, too heavy to stay open any longer. He tried to pull more air into his lungs. To add more strength to his voice, but the words still came out grated. “Heal from your heart.”
An instant shift.
Warmth and light surging through him.
Movement sounded beside him. The soft whoosh of decomposing leaves beneath solid footsteps.
“Just like that.” Priest’s voice. Much closer than before. “Open to him. Guide the magic.”
The warmth grew. Blossomed into a commanding heat that threaded through every cell and sinew. His back bowed, drawn upward by a relentless force knotted squarely behind his sternum.
Not fully formed, but stronger than he’d ever felt it. Pulsing and alive. Flooding him with strength.
The slow, aching throb beneath his wounds ebbed. Shifted to a stinging tightness. Air flooded his lungs and his eyes snapped open.
Katy stood near his feet, her pale face marked with wonder and a healthy amount of shock, but Priest crouched beside him, a pleased smile that bordered on smugness aimed at Elise. He splayed a hand on her back. “Breathe, Elise. He’s fine.”
Author: Rhenna Morgan
Series: Ancient Ink, #2
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Fantasy
Imprint: Carina Press
On-sale Date: October 22, 2018 (ebook), October 30, 2018 (mmp)
Price: $3.99 USD (ebook), $8.99 USD (mmp)
Format: ebook, Mass Market Paperback
ISBN: 9781488097188 (ebook), 9781335460059 (mmp)
Book Description: When the hunter is your mate, being prey is anything but terrifying
Coyote shifter Tate Allen has been watching. Learning his mate every possible way before he moves in. Protecting her through the night, always from afar.
He’ll be the one to teach her about her gifts. He’ll be there when she changes for the first time.
With him, she’ll fulfill her destiny.
Elise Ralston loves Tate for the patience he’s shown. The faith he’s demonstrated—denying himself what he needs sexually, even as he teaches her about pleasure.
For Tate, Elise is willing to try. To revel in touch, to give him control…and to embrace her healer’s need.
But someone unknown is still stalking the clan, threatening more than Tate and Elise’s bond. And Elise is a prime target—precious for the magic she hasn’t even learned yet.
About the Author
A native Oklahoman, Rhenna Morgan is a certified romance junkie. Whether it’s contemporary, paranormal, or fantasy you’re after, Rhenna’s stories pack romantic escape full of new, exciting worlds, and strong, intuitive men who fight to keep the women they want. For advance release news and exclusive content, sign up for her newsletter at http://RhennaMorgan.com. You’ll also find all of her social links there, along with her smoking hot inspiration boards.