Our Winter 2019 Medieval Monday excerpt blog hops have nearly reached their conclusion. Next week will see the exchange complete with authors posting the last sections of their excerpts on their on blogs. So be sure to visit me next week and comment for a chance to win a free book.
For my guest today, I am so happy to welcome my friend, the talented Ashley York. Ashley's latest novel is a wonderful tale of an Irish healer and the warrior who will eventually win her trust--and her heart.
(And to catch up on Henry and Katherine's journey to happiness, visit my excerpt at https://www.ashleyyorkauthor.com/blog.)
After the death of Brian Boru in 1014, a legend arose of a healer so great she could raise a man from the dead, with a power so strong it could make any warrior the next high king of Éire...and to steal it away from her, he need only possess her.
Fated to be a healer…
Aednat has spent her entire life training to be the great healer, knowing she must remain alone. When she meets Diarmuid, the intense attraction she feels toward him shakes her resolve to believe in such a legend. If she gives in to the passion he ignites in her, can she settle for being less?
Destined to be his…
Diarmuid of Clonascra is renowned for his bravery in battle. Only one thing daunts him: the prospect of taking a wife. The safest course would be to keep his distance from Aednat, the bold, headstrong healer who's far too tempting for his peace of mind. But his overking orders him to protect her from a group of craven warriors intent on kidnapping her to steal her power.
What starts as duty for Diarmuid quickly transforms into something more. Aednat's power might be at risk, but so is his closed-off heart.
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“Ah, dear Aednat. I see only a woman desiring a man’s touch. I am most willing to oblige.”
His low voice sent a wash of goose bumps across her skin. She glanced at his lips and wetted her own. That kiss had been exceptionally pleasant. With the slightest adjustment, she could know his kiss again. Her entire body called for it, but still she hesitated.
“I am a healer.” Her voice sounded far away now, like her ears were stuffed full of straw. A memory of him calling her… something.
“A great healer.” The man’s attention never wavered. He did not touch her again with his hands, but he caressed her with his voice. “And a beautiful woman I find most desirable.”
The warning bells were louder now, her head clearing. He seemed to care about only one thing, but her own desire for the same thing was vanishing like smoke. She glanced around. “Where are my men?”
“Yer men? So ye are not a lass alone in the woods?” He sounded disappointed.
Follow along next week when my final excerpt will be at my own blog www.ashleyyorkauthor.com/blog