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I'm continuing with my upcoming release, Curse of the Healer. This story takes place in 11th century Éire. Aednat is the heroine. We've heard a bit about the hero but he hasn't joined us yet. Enjoy :)
Closing his eyes tightly, Lorccán gave a quick nod just as the last of the offending needles let loose. The punctures drained clean, adding to the blood that streamed down the little boy’s leg.
“There. That’s a brave lad.” Lifting him into her arms, she turned about to set him before the small lough. “Now into the water. We do not need to scare yer mother when she sees ye covered with blood and stinking like ye rolled in something dead.”
A flash of fear crossed Lorccán’s face and he obeyed, whipping his knee-length léine over his head before walking out into the water.
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.