Welcome to Medieval Monday. Here you’ll find Vikings, Pirates,
Knights, Magicians, you can fall in love with. Each week a different author
will be featured here with a “themed excerpt.” This month, all the excerpts
will be about the hero and heroine’s first kiss. Today’s guest is Ashley York. Her story is about a celibate knight escorting a lady to the nunnery. Both are fated to live a solitary life. Will they find love on their journey and instead make their vows to one another? This first kiss will be sacred! Enjoy!
Knights, Magicians, you can fall in love with. Each week a different author
will be featured here with a “themed excerpt.” This month, all the excerpts
will be about the hero and heroine’s first kiss. Today’s guest is Ashley York. Her story is about a celibate knight escorting a lady to the nunnery. Both are fated to live a solitary life. Will they find love on their journey and instead make their vows to one another? This first kiss will be sacred! Enjoy!
EXCERPT from THE GENTLE KNIGHT:
“What. Will. It. Be?” He leaned in closer, whispering
each word.
each word.
“Whatever you think best?” She spoke as calmly as she
could but the room was getting very hot.
could but the room was getting very hot.
He glanced up as if trying to read an unclear sign but then that
assured smile returned.
assured smile returned.
A tiny quiver rippled through her. Before she could speak again,
he was closing in on her, his body up against hers.
he was closing in on her, his body up against hers.
“Whatever I think best?”
She wavered for a moment, unsure why he answered her with that
tone. She wanted nothing more than to melt against him, envelope herself in his
heat. This was just like in her dream. Hot and heady.
tone. She wanted nothing more than to melt against him, envelope herself in his
heat. This was just like in her dream. Hot and heady.
Then his firm lips were on hers. His hard length pressing her into
the table, as if trying to meld them together. Her body would gladly have done
just that if only it could have turned to pure liquid instead of just a growing
warmth where his hips grinded into her.
the table, as if trying to meld them together. Her body would gladly have done
just that if only it could have turned to pure liquid instead of just a growing
warmth where his hips grinded into her.
He pulled his head back enough to search her face. He was
breathing hard. He looked bewildered. “Is this what you want then?”
breathing hard. He looked bewildered. “Is this what you want then?”
Her body arched towards his where the pressure had eased.
“I…I’m not sure.” She should not be feeling this way.
“Please.”
“I…I’m not sure.” She should not be feeling this way.
“Please.”
The answering sound from deep in his throat surprised her but then
she got what she craved. His lips on hers again, then trailing across her cheek
and down her jaw. An intense ripple of pleasure shot straight to her core. His
hips undulated against hers, the heat, the dampness. She moaned.
she got what she craved. His lips on hers again, then trailing across her cheek
and down her jaw. An intense ripple of pleasure shot straight to her core. His
hips undulated against hers, the heat, the dampness. She moaned.
He suddenly stopped, his head still dipped into the crook of her
neck. She didn’t dare breathe.
neck. She didn’t dare breathe.
“I do not believe your protector
will be happy with the outcome if we continue.” His voice was husky, his
breath warm against her skin. He shifted away.
will be happy with the outcome if we continue.” His voice was husky, his
breath warm against her skin. He shifted away.
Her body immediately missed his. Her eyes closed, she took a slow,
steadying breath.
steadying breath.
BLURB:
A medieval soldier returns home to
find his lover died in childbirth just as his own mother had. Believing he is
cursed, Peter of Normandy turns from love. When he must give escort to an Irish
princess more noble than many knights, he struggles with his decision to live a
solitary life. Can he take the chance that his love won’t be a death sentence
and possibly make them stronger?
find his lover died in childbirth just as his own mother had. Believing he is
cursed, Peter of Normandy turns from love. When he must give escort to an Irish
princess more noble than many knights, he struggles with his decision to live a
solitary life. Can he take the chance that his love won’t be a death sentence
and possibly make them stronger?
Padraig MacNaughton’s death bed
decree rips his daughter, Brighit, from the shelter of her protective clan in
Ireland. Forced to take vows at a Priory in England, she finds herself in the
hands of lecherous mercenaries with their own political agendas. Dare she trust
the Norman knight to see her safely to her new life as a nun? Even when she
finds in him the fulfillment of all she’s ever wanted?
decree rips his daughter, Brighit, from the shelter of her protective clan in
Ireland. Forced to take vows at a Priory in England, she finds herself in the
hands of lecherous mercenaries with their own political agendas. Dare she trust
the Norman knight to see her safely to her new life as a nun? Even when she
finds in him the fulfillment of all she’s ever wanted?
Or will honor and duty eclipse their
one chance for happiness?
one chance for happiness?
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