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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
with great eagerness her first kiss.
Ashley will be visiting Lane
McFarland’s blog next week with
another snippet.
Lovely excerpt, Ashley! 🙂
Great excerpt, Ashley! 🙂 Looking forward to the next one.
I love this excerpt, Ashley, and also the cover!
*sigh* What a lovely, sensual excerpt, Ashley!
Love the excerpt!
Thanks for all your very nice comments.