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Sacrati

Kate Sherwood

As an elite Sacrati fighter in the mighty Torian military, Theos is blessed with a city full of women who want to bear his children, and a barracks full of men proud to fight at his side and share his bed. He has everything he needs—until he captures Finnvid on a raid.

Finnvid is on a secret mission to prevent the Torian invasion of his homeland Elkat. Being enslaved by Torian soldiers wasn’t in his plans. Neither is his horrified fascination with the casual promiscuity of the Sacrati warriors. Men should not lie with other men—and he should not be so intrigued when they do. He definitely should not be most intrigued by the leader of the soldiers who captured him and plan to invade his home.

For Theos, everything would have been easier if the infuriating, lying, bewildering Elkati had never come into his life, but he can’t stay away. When betrayal and treachery threaten both their nations, they must work together to stop a war that could destroy their homes forever—even as they begin to question everything they’re fighting for.

Excerpt

Theos checked his map one more time, then looked at Andros, his second-in-command. It all seemed clear, but this was Theos’s first time as iyatis and he needed to be careful. Fighting came naturally to him, but this situation called for caution—not his strong point.

“They’re well over the border,” Andros confirmed. Then he grinned, and Theos pulled his own lips back, half-smile, half-snarl. It was time for battle.

Which meant all room for doubt or questions was gone.

Both sides had already noticed the other’s presence, and both sides had found cover in the dense forest on opposite banks of a small stream. Theos had seen about twenty of the enemy, and there were sixteen in Theos’s patrol, so the odds were good. At two-to-one Theos might have begun to consider withdrawal, but even then it wouldn’t have been likely, not when he was fighting with the Sacrati, the elite of the Torian army. No, twenty men was not nearly enough to make Theos hesitate.

But it was never good to be careless. He gave the orders for his team to spread out, four circling around to cut off any possible escape. And then, with a battle song singing from his heart to every fiber of his body, Theos led the charge.

The battle was short. The Elkati fought back, but not well. Theos bloodied his sword on one and elbowed another in the face for a satisfying crunch of bone, but there was no real challenge in a fight like this. It was disappointing, but not surprising.

Four of the Elkati died before Theos knocked away the weapon of the one he supposed was their leader, an older man with some sort of decorative plume on his helmet. Theos held his sword to the old man’s throat and spoke one of the few Elkati words he’d bothered to learn. “Surrender.”

But the old man surprised him, dodging Theos’s sword and pulling a dagger. He lunged upward and Theos stepped to the side, then kicked him in the face. The man was flipped over and landed hard on the ground. Theos stomped down on his enemy’s arm, then brought the tip of his sword to the man’s throat again. He pressed in enough for a little blood to flow, and in a more exasperated tone, as if speaking to a child struggling with a simple lesson, he repeated, “Surrender.”

The old man’s only answer was a glare. But a younger, lighter voice rang out through the forest. Theos didn’t understand the words, but he saw their effect as the Elkati disengaged and stood with heads bowed.

Theos’s men knew the drill. The enemy soldiers were quickly disarmed and their hands tied tightly together. Their feet were bound with only a little slack in the rope; they could walk, but not lengthen their stride into a run. Then their weapons were inspected and their packs plundered while Theos sat back and supervised it all, ensuring that no one was careless.

He wasn’t sure which of the Elkati had ordered the surrender, and he watched them now, trying to understand their structure. They certainly seemed concerned about the old man. Maybe too concerned; they were more protective than deferential. Was he their leader, or their mascot?

It didn’t really matter. The men had no leader now, other than Theos. Whatever their structure had been, whatever their lives had been, it’d all been lost to them as soon as they’d had the bad luck to be discovered on their illicit trip into Torian lands.

No one in Theos’s squad spoke sufficient Elkati to interrogate the prisoners, so there was no point in further delay. His men loaded the Elkati down with whatever had seemed worth scavenging from their packs and added a few of the heavier items from the Torian kits, then they started off. They’d been on the last leg of their moon-long patrol as it was, so they didn’t have to divert from their original course in order to head for home.

Theos pushed a little harder than he might have without the prisoners, making sure they were sufficiently far away from the border to make rescue attempts unlikely, before giving the order to make camp for the night. He also set out an extra sentry, further back along their trail, to give advance warning if anyone was tracking them. They were in the mountains, with most of the land impassible, so there weren’t many directions from which they could be attacked. Having done his job, he allowed himself to relax just a little.

After another quick inspection, Theos loosened the hands of two of the prisoners, giving them freedom to prepare food for the other Elkati. And then one of the prisoners still bound, a young man with barely enough beard to earn the name, stood and shuffled toward him. He held his own hands out, tugging on the ropes. Theos raised an eyebrow, and the Elkati pointed with his chin, gesturing toward two of his comrades who’d been injured in the battle.

“You want to patch them up?” Theos assessed the boy, then shrugged and loosened the rope around his wrists. After all, the prisoners would be more valuable if they were in good health. The boy started working with what seemed like competence. He looked at Theos for permission a few more times, first to take a pot to the spring and fill it with water, then to burrow through one of the Elkati packs for a bag of healing salves. The Elkati were renowned as scholars and doctors, so the Sacrati who’d sorted through their gear had known these potions might have value. But they probably hadn’t intended them to be used on the prisoners themselves. Still, Theos couldn’t bring himself to object. Not until the boy returned to Theos and pointed at his waist.

“You want . . . you want my knife?” Theos shook his head. These Elkati were all brain and no heart; they had no understanding of what was important. “No.”

The boy held up his hands as if promising a truce, but Theos hadn’t refused to lend his knife because he thought it would be used as a weapon. He would have been more likely to lend it if there was a chance it would shed blood. To allow his oath-blade, the sacred steel of his initiation into the Sacrati brotherhood, to be handed to the enemy for use in some menial task? Unthinkable. The question was a sign of the Elkati’s ignorance.

“Here,” Andros said. He picked up one of the kitchen knives and held it out to the boy, handle first. “Will this do?”

The boy frowned, made a gesture of sharpening, and waited until Andros found the whetstone and handed that over too. Then he nodded, just a quick jerk of his head that seemed merely an acknowledgment, not a thanks, and turned back to the other prisoners.

“Demanding,” Theos commented.

Andros grinned. “I think he’s pretty.”

Theos snorted. “I put Xeno on sentry duty for one night and you’re already prowling for company?”

“I expect Xeno will think he’s pretty, too. We’re always happy to share.”

“Not until we’re back to town,” Theos said, letting just a touch of his authority slip into his voice. “You know how strange the Elkati are about sex. They’re good little prisoners now, and I want to keep it that way; you will not set off some holy rebellion because you have an itch.”

“I thought coming on patrol with you as iyatis would be fun,” Andros said with a sigh. He leaned back and watched the young prisoner sharpen the knife. “I thought, ‘Theos is young, and he likes adventure. I’ll go with him.’”

“You were assigned to come with me. And you were assigned because I asked for you. And I asked for you because you have good sense. Don’t ruin that now.”

Andros sighed again in exaggerated disappointment. They sat together for a while, eating the dinner brought to them by the soldier on food duty, absentmindedly observing the prisoners as darkness fell on the camp.

“Which one are you going to keep?” Andros asked as he took Theos’s empty plate.

Theos hadn’t considered the question yet. As leader of the patrol that had captured the prisoners, he had the right to claim one of them. The rest would be divided up and sold, with most of the profit going to the army but a small bonus paid to each of the soldiers on the patrol. “I don’t know. I’ll ask the evaluators, I guess, and take the one worth the most.”

“And then just sell him?”

“What else would I do with him?”

Andros shrugged. “Nothing, I guess. You’re not likely to start a band of mercenaries, are you? And you’re still young and pretty enough to find your own bedmates; it wouldn’t make sense to have a captive bedwarmer.”

Theos snorted. “No, it wouldn’t.”

“Not to mention how worn out you must be with so many calls to the city . . .” Andros grinned. He got a fair share of calls himself.

“Right,” Theos said. “So I’ll just take whoever’s most valuable, sell him, and spend the money on new armor so I can fight better and take more prisoners.”

“That’s the spirit,” Andros said. He raised his tankard of creek water in toast, and Theos returned the gesture. It wasthe spirit. What more could a man want than good armor, a good sword, and good men to fight by his side? And then tolie by his side at night, of course.

Theos had been abstaining since he was in command of the patrol; sex wasn’t forbidden for an iyatis, but he hadn’t wanted the distraction. Now, though, he looked over at the prisoners, at the “pretty” boy Andros had admired, and he let his mind wander a little. The boy’s skin and hair were fair. Theos, like most Torians, was a mix of practically every culture the Empire had absorbed over the past several generations and had the usual brown skin and dark hair. What would it be like to be pressed against someone so pale?

What would any of it be like, with someone like that? Theos had always been precocious as a warrior and a lover, and he’d found his way into the barracks when he was much younger than the prisoner was now. For the first couple of years he’d been the less experienced, less aggressive partner to whomever could teach him. Later he’d found himself in bed with men who were his equals, and he’d enjoyed the comradeship, the boisterous challenges and easy laughter so much like the interactions on the drill grounds. Now he was often more dominant, but he didn’t do much teaching. What would it be like with someone who needed guidance? The boy was Elkati, and everyone knew they were strange about sex. Was it possible the prisoner had never taken someone to bed? How would it feel to be his first? To teach him how to find and give pleasure, to touch him in ways no one had ever touched him before . . .

Theos shifted to give himself more room, and Andros glanced at his crotch and laughed. “You’ve been quiet this whole patrol,” he said. “Keeping to yourself. That’s not like you.” He reached over and laid a friendly hand on the fabric covering Theos’s growing erection. “You want a little attention? I’m a bit tired, myself, but my hand or my mouth . . .”

It wouldn’t be the first time one of them had given the other relief. They were friends, after all. And the camp was quiet; a few of the soldiers had paired off and there were soft moans and murmurs coming from their blankets. The prisoners were huddled together, clearly working hard to pretend they were somewhere else, or that they didn’t notice what the Sacrati were doing. And the rest of the soldiers were either on duty or getting ready for sleep. No one would care if Theos let his guard down for a few brief minutes.

He shifted away anyhow. “No, I’m okay. I should get some sleep.”

But first he had to make sure everything in the camp was safe. So he stood, ignoring the roughness of his canvas trousers against the sensitive skin of his erection, and headed for the prisoners.

He found the boy and held out his hand. “Knife,” he said quietly.

The boy handed over the whetstone.

“Knife,” Theos repeated more firmly.

The boy rolled his eyes and produced the knife, handing it to Theos with exaggerated care. Theos squinted at him. The small show of rebellion, as if anyone would ask for a whetstone when he knew a prisoner had a knife.

“Hands,” Theos ordered, gesturing to show what he wanted. The boy raised his hands and Theos took the slack out of the rope and then refastened it. He tugged, testing the strength, and found no give. But there was still something he didn’t like. Something he didn’t trust. He stood there, watching the boy feign confused indifference, and thought back. The kid had spent time with three prisoners. Two of them had pretty obvious injuries. The third? The kid had fussed over him, over his hands . . .

Theos took a couple of large steps, not too careful about any prisoners he might be landing on, and found the kid’s third patient. A big man. His hand was bandaged, but there was no sign of blood. Theos yanked on the ropes holding the man’s hands together, and felt them give. The kid had sawed almost through them, leaving just a few strands to make them look secure. Theos yanked again and the ropes split. The man sprang to his feet, and that was when Theos saw the rock in his fist.

The other prisoners were part of it now, roiling and struggling up, all still bound but trying to help their comrade. Theos lost his balance as they rolled into his knees, and the freed prisoner lunged forward, his feet clearly untied as well, the rock aimed right for Theos’s head.

Theos got his feet under himself and ducked beneath the man’s reach. Then he brought his hand up, the heel of his palm hard and flat, right into the man’s nose. The enemy had been coming toward him and Theos had put his full strength behind the blow, so he wasn’t surprised when the man toppled. The bone of his nose had been driven back into his brain, killing him instantly.

The camp was silent, the prisoners still and shocked, staring at their fallen friend. Theos turned to the boy who’d started it all and pointed at the dead man. “Your fault,” he said quietly. He didn’t know if the kid understood the words, but he was pretty sure he got the message. The man had been alive, and now he was dead, and there’d been no point to it. A stupid waste, just because the Elkati boy had thought he was clever.

Theos stepped carefully out of the crowd of prisoners. “Leave the body there,” he told his men, who’d been drawn by the ruckus. “As a reminder. Check all of their bonds and make sure they’re tight.” He shook his head. “And keep that scrawny Elkati tied up—no more knives.”

So that was that. It should have been over. They’d been a little careless, but Theos had caught the problem before it got serious.

Except he hadn’t, because there was a dead body lying among the prisoners. A man who’d never see another sunrise. And it was partly the kid’s fault, sure, but it was partly Theos’s fault too. These prisoners were his responsibility, and now one of them was dead.

Theos spat his disgust out onto the dirt.

Andros approached cautiously. “Apologies.”

Theos glanced at him, then turned back to watching the prisoners as they were reinspected. “I was right there, letting you give him the knife. If I’d thought it was a bad idea, I would have stopped it.”

“Aye,” Andros acknowledged. “But now you really need to let me suck you. You’re all keyed up, and you’ll never get to sleep otherwise. We’ve got another four days until we’re home; you need your rest.”

It was good advice, and Theos took it. He leaned against a tree and looked down as Andros knelt, and just that was enough to help him relax. Everything was fine. They were still alive, and the prisoner . . . Theos made himself stop thinking about the prisoner. Well, the dead one. Instead, he pictured the other one. The young one, who’d caused the trouble in the first place.

But instead of the earlier visions of teaching the boy about pleasure, Theos imagined showing the boy who was in charge. Making him beg, making him need release and withholding it because he hadn’t done anything to deserve it. And then finally, when neither of them could stand it anymore, Theos would drive himself into the boy, would claim and tame and control him.

Andros grunted and shifted, trying to accommodate Theos’s too-vigorous thrusting, and Theos managed to calm himself a little. He ran an appreciative hand through Andros’s short, dark hair, and then glanced over to find the boy staring at them. The rest of the prisoners were huddled together, their heads turned away, but the boy’s eyes were wide and gleaming in the firelight, his gaze fixed on Theos, and on Andros, and on the place where their bodies were joined. Theos pushed in, hard and deep, and felt Andros swallow desperately around him. And he saw the boy’s eyes widen just a little bit more.

Theos looked away then, and made himself focus on the simple sensations, the warmth and the pressure and the wetness and Andros’s busy, generous tongue. But when he felt the tension building, he took a few more thrusts and then pulled out, bringing his hand down to stroke himself as he spurted thick white strands onto Andros’s face. And in the middle of it he turned back and saw the boy still staring, and another wave of pleasure crashed in, making him close his eyes and give in to it all.

When Theos was done, Andros wiped his face clean and laughed quietly. “Putting on a show?” he asked, climbing to his feet.

“I just wasn’t sure you could handle it all. Didn’t want to choke you.” He nodded at Andros’s crotch. “You want your turn?”

“You can owe me. Like I said, I’m tired.”

Theos nodded. “Okay. Thanks.” He refastened his pants, stretched his arms above his head, and refused to look over at the prisoners. “You were right, I wouldn’t have slept without that.”

“I’m very wise,” Andros agreed. He headed off toward his own bedroll, and Theos undid his pack and spread his blankets close to the fire. After checking that the guard was in place and alert, he lay down and let himself relax. He tried to clear his mind, and almost managed it. But there, floating in the darkness, was a pair of wide blue eyes, staring at him. And Theos fell asleep still wondering just what the man behind the eyes had been thinking.

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About Kate

Kate Sherwood started writing about the same time she got back on a horse after almost twenty years away from riding. She’d like to think she was too young for it to be a midlife crisis, but apparently she was ready for some changes!

Kate grew up near Toronto, Ontario (Canada) and went to school in Montreal, then Vancouver. But for the last decade or so she’s been a country girl. Sure, she misses some of the conveniences of the city, but living close to nature makes up for those lacks. She’s living in Ontario’s “cottage country”–other people save up their time and come to spend their vacations in her neighborhood, but she gets to live there all year round!

Since her first book was published in 2010, she’s kept herself busy with novels, novellas, and short stories in almost all the sub-genres of m/m romance. Contemporary, suspense, scifi or fantasy–the settings are just the backdrop for her characters to answer the important questions. How much can they share, and what do they need to keep? Can they bring themselves to trust someone, after being disappointed so many times? Are they brave enough to take a chance on love?

Kate’s books balance drama with humor, angst with optimism. They feature strong, damaged men who fight themselves harder than they fight anyone else. And, wherever possible, there are animals: horses, dogs, cats ferrets, squirrels… sometimes it’s easier to bond with a non-human, and most of Kate’s men need all the help they can get.

After five years of writing, Kate is still learning, still stretching herself, and still enjoying what she does. She’s looking forward to sharing a lot more stories in the future.

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Review

Title: Sacrati

Author: Kate Sherwood

Genre: Fantasy, Military

Length: Novel (407 pages)

ISBN: 9781626492530

Publisher: Riptide Publishing (Published May 2^nd 2015)

Heat Level: Low, Moderate

Heart Rating: ♥♥♥♥♥ 5 Hearts

Reviewer: Aerin

Blurb: As an elite Sacrati fighter in the mighty Torian military, Theos is blessed with a city full of women who want to bear his children, and a barracks full of men proud to fight at his side and share his bed. He has everything he needs—until he captures Finnvid on a raid.

Finnvid is on a secret mission to prevent the Torian invasion of his homeland Elkat. Being enslaved by Torian soldiers wasn’t in his plans. Neither is his horrified fascination with the casual promiscuity of the Sacrati warriors. Men should not lie with other men—and he should not be so intrigued when they do. He definitely should not be most intrigued by the leader of the soldiers who captured him and plan to invade his home.

For Theos, everything would have been easier if the infuriating, lying, bewildering Elkati had never come into his life, but he can’t stay away. When betrayal and treachery threaten both their nations, they must work together to stop a war that could destroy their homes forever—even as they begin to question everything they’re fighting for. 

Purchase Link: http://riptidepublishing.com/titles/sacrati

Review: This book was fantastic; please don’t let this horrible cover keep you from reading it! Let me start by saying I’m not usually a fan of fantasy/historical books (read as I NEVER read them), and we don’t know for sure when this takes place, but it’s easy to see everything happened a long time ago. Sherwood did such a great job a creating this world, it sucked me in from the first page and I couldn’t put this book down. 

Yes the book is very long, 400+ pages, but every word, every sentence, every page is priceless. I didn’t want it to end, there was no boring moment for me, and I wanted more of Theos and Finn together, much more! This book isn’t exactly steamy, there are a few sex scenes but not too many and not overly descriptive, yet I didn’t feel like this book needed more; sure I would’ve liked a detailed telling of Theos’s and Finn’s first time together, but I wasn’t exactly disappointed not to get it. Because this book has one thing that’s more important than the sex…it has FEEL! There are so many feelings, emotions, intimacy in every page of this book and trust me when I tell you you’re going to FEEL every single one of them. It’s a very emotionally satisfying book.

This book is written in 3 parts: 1st part is told from Theos’s POV in third person and we get to know Theos and the Torian ways. Torians have an unusual way of life, something we’re not accustomed to, but it’s easy to see why they pride themselves with it. Going into this book, there’s no room for judgement, you just have to learn and accept, even if you can’t imagine living the same way. Torians don’t form relationships, at least not usual ones; they never marry and don’t have regular families like we’re used to. Women play an important role in their society and they’re respected, protected and cherished by all Torians. Women take care of the economy, and pretty much everything else aside from military, that’s where the men’s expertise comes in. Actually, men are trained for military purposes only, there are no scholars or scientists or healers within men.

They don’t have rich and poor people; their goods are equally distributed within their society so that everyone is happy and satisfied. Of course, the money people make from labor or from fighting in the army belongs to them only, but each person is only as rich as how hard they work for it. Women decide who they have kids with, they choose the person with the attributes they’re looking for in the offspring, and they decide how many children they have. Men don’t have an active role in raising their children, but male children leave the city where women live separate from the men at age 9, to go to the barracks and learn to become warriors.

Torians are very sexual beings, though the sex between men and women only happens for reproduction purposes. Same sex couplings are normal and not frowned upon; it’s a way of life for them, there’s no question of whether same sex relations are moral, natural or appropriate, it just IS! Torians are not shy, they don’t feel like they have to be private to have sex and they don’t hesitate to engage in mutually satisfying fucks whenever or wherever the need strikes them. Does this sound different from anything else you’ve ever read? Maybe, but it’s a breath of fresh air, I’ll tell you that much. Like I mentioned before, there’s no exclusivity between Torian men, so cheating is not an issue, because sex for them DOES NOT equal love. There are a few couples who love each other, like Xeno and Andros, but that doesn’t make them exclusive. I know it’s harder to accept that if you’re like me and need your men to be in exclusive relationships (at least most of the time) but if you look at it as a way of life and not a personal choice, it’s easier to accept.

Part 2 of the book is written from Finnvid’s POV and here we get to know Finnvid, his struggles, his emotional pain of trying to hide his real self, but also the Elkati way of life, which is very different from the Torians. Elkati have traditional marriages between men and women that are arranged ahead of time by the families. We’ve heard of this way of living before so there’s no surprise, but it’s a way of life I don’t agree with. Homosexual or lesbian relations are frowned upon and not accepted, they have slaves who are treated as less than human and here we have the Rich people, the King, the queen, the prince, and the poor people who barely have enough food to eat. There’s no equality anywhere in sight and their military is poorly trained. Women are not important aside from bearing children, and definitely not cherished. The way I interpreted their way of life was in the form of a monarchy more or less. Men have more opportunities to learn and become whatever they want; they have more freedom than Torian men who have no choice but to train for war. Finnvid is smart, educated; he loves to read, totally opposite of Theos. 

Part 3 is a mix of Theos’s and Finn’s pov, but it’s not confusing at all, it’s a great representation of a blending of two different worlds.

Theos and Finnvid start off as enemies, but after a while they progress to a reluctant, iffy friendship. They start to learn more about each other and while Theos is very attracted to Finnvid, they don’t engage in any sexual relations at first. Finnvid isn’t used to this level of openness when it comes to sex, and always points out men having sex with men is disgusting, but we know he doesn’t believe it, not really, when being with a man is what he secretly wants and keeps hidden from everyone. I loved how their relationship changed, we are aware of the feelings growing between them that are not referred to as love and adoration, but we know that’s what they are. I especially liked witnessing Theos’s realization that Finnvid is more important than anyone to him and would do anything to keep him safe and happy, and that funny feeling in his chest he got when being around Finn; Theos didn’t know what love was, but he sure found ways to explain his feelings. 

“Andros is my friend. My good friend. But the way I feel about you is . . . It’s different. It’s . . .” He tried, but he didn’t have the words. “It’s more, I think. I want to fight beside Andros, but I want to fight in front of you, to keep you safe.”

What would it be like if Finnvid was making those breathy sounds for someone else, if his beautiful cock was wrapped in someone else’s fist?
“Or if I was with another man, maybe I’d do the fucking,” Finnvid said thoughtfully. “I don’t really want to fuck you, but someone else? Maybe I’d like that.”
“You might,” Theos mused. How would he feel about that? Better than having someone else touching Finnvid’s ass, at least. But both options made his stomach tighten in an unpleasant way.

The heat, the slick, tight slide—it was all perfect. All familiar. What Theos still hadn’t gotten used to, what he wasn’t sure he ever would be used to, was Finnvid. Theos forced his eyes to stay open so he could appreciate the view. The beautiful pale body, smooth and unscarred; the fine-boned face, tense with concentration and growing pleasure; and then, when Finnvid opened his eyes and his gaze found Theos’s? The warmth, the challenge, and most importantly, the love.

“You’re the only one I want. No one else should touch you, or even look at you. You’re mine. Always mine.”
“I’ll buy us bracelets. Matching ones. Or rings if that’s important. Whatever you want.” 

There’s a HEA, a beautiful one, that put a smile on my face and a warm feeling in my heart. This book was beautifully written, the plot was engaging at all times, there’s betrayals, and lies, treachery and gore, but there’s also love and loyalty and hope for a better future. There was humor as well, I found myself chucking or laughing a lot of times, especially at the banter and teasing taking place between Theos and Finnvid. The grammar was flawless and if it wan’t I sure haven’t noticed, and quality of the writing was stellar. This book will stay with me for a long time, it’s one of the best I’ve read this year. I hope we get a sequel or something to see how things progress in Torian territories.

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