Medieval Monday with Ashley York

                             Medieval Monday

                                        week # 11

Join me in welcoming award-winning author Ashley York to the blog today. She's sharing an excerpt from the first book in her Warrior Kings series, Curse of the Healer.

You can find my excerpt from The Highlander's Welsh Bride on her blog here: https://www.ashleyyorkauthor.com










                                             Curse of the Healer

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.

Blurb:

“Mmm, my fiery one, is yer need as great?”
She heard the guttural sound as if from someone else. A gnawing alarm grew somewhere in
the back of her brain. She pulled away, immediately missing the heated contact, and resisted the
nearly overwhelming urge to return.
She couldn’t speak, and he remained where he was, watching her, ready to resume as soon
as she returned. A mere hair’s breadth away. She need only move in closer, and she would again
know his touch. He could ease the tension now centered much lower, she was certain of that.
Taking a shaky breath, she struggled to remember why she had pulled away from his tempting
seduction.

His intense gaze never wavered from her. She imagined what he must see. Surely he must
think her a peasant with her blackened skirt, her hair tumbling about her unkempt. He was
being… too familiar. Too enticingly familiar, and she relished it.
“I’m no peasant.” Her words were again breathy.
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Follow along next week when Ashley visits Barbara Bettis blog with her next snippet:  http://barbarabettis.blogspot.co.uk
BUY LINK: https://www.ashleyyorkauthor.com/curse-of-the-healer