Monday, March 25, 2019

Medieval Monday with Ashley York - Excerpt #8

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 √Čire...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.

Excerpt #8
She glanced down at herself, expecting to see a mark from where his gaze had caressed her so intimately. Seeing none, she struggled to remember what he had said.
“I was gathering them earlier, then…”
The touch of his calloused hand gliding up her arm set her skin aflame, and she took a deep breath, holding it in.
“Ye were interrupted,” he said.
His voice was so close, and his touch, excruciatingly gentle. And pleasant. So very pleasant. She brought her gaze back to his handsome face. Tightness spread across her bosom. An uncomfortable tightness she wanted him to ease.
“And now it must be done by the light of the moon?”
“Aye, it must.”
His head moved toward her and she closed her eyes, anticipating with great eagerness her first kiss.

Ashley will be visiting Lane McFarland's blog next week with another snippet.