Medieval Monday with Ashley York!

It’s time for another Medieval Monday blog hop! Our theme is, “Hero and heroine first encounter”. Each author has selected an excerpt from one of their books to share with you over the next few months.

I’m excited to share the eighth excerpt from Ashley York’s book, The Curse of the Healer. At the end of the post, you will see where to go on the following Monday to find out what happens next.

BLURB

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. 

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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EXCERPT

“Yer skin is soft as silk, Aednat. And what of yer lips?”

He did not disappoint, brushing his full lips lightly over hers. Did he find them soft? That was her greatest desire at the moment. That and the easing of the constriction in her chest. As he worked his hand beneath her hair, goose bumps raced along her neck. He brought her face closer to his.

She arched her back, needing closer contact, and pressed her parted lips against his. His tongue delved inside her mouth, stroking its sudden dampness into full bloom. An exquisite sensation indeed.

He broke the kiss, his eyes hooded and his breath, smelling of ale, brushed her cheek. A sly smile. “And what of yer neck, sweet fire. Shall I find it as alluring?”

A kiss and a prolonged sweep of his tongue. Her eyes closed again to more fully appreciate the sensation. Little waves of pleasure cascaded over her like water lapping against the shore.

Be sure to join me at Judith Sterling Marshall’s blog next week