Thursday Sampler: The Gentle Knight by Ashley York
February 18, 2016
In our mission to connect readers, writers, and books, Caleb and Linda Pirtle is showcasing some of the best authors in the marketplace today. Thursday’s Sampler features an excerpt from The Gentle Knight by Ashley York. The novel is a beautiful medieval story filled with strong emotions and rich characters.
One reviewer called The Gentle Knight “a fast paced story that is filled with danger, passion, intrigue and love.”
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?
Padraig MacNaughton’s death bed decree regarding his daughter rips her from the shelter of her protective Clan. Forced to take vows at a Priory in England, Brighit finds herself in the hands of lecherous mercenaries with their own 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?
“Do you have rooms for us?” Peter’s irritation intertwined with his unquenched desire
“Yes, my lord.” The man bowed slightly then smiled. “We have enough room in our outbuildings to accommodate a small army.”
He didn’t have or need an army at the moment. What he needed was a willing woman.
Peter took another swallow of the warming liquid. He stood. The smoothness of his drink made a pleasant sweep through his body, down into his loins, and up into his head.
Brighit remained unmoving. Her head beside him, blurred slightly. He had the sudden urge to feel the softness of the brown hair that lay hidden beneath the stark white wimple. Run his hands through it. Slide his finger along her unyielding profile and tip her chin up ever so gently so he could meet her mouth for a warm, wet kiss—
Mort coughed loudly from across the table. “You were saying, my lord?”
Mort’s face appeared quite expectant but Peter wasn’t sure what he had been sa—oh yes.
“Well, a warm bed or two would certainly suffice.”
The arousing picture of being in a warm bed with the even warmer body of Brighit beneath him flashed through his mind. Her lovely brown hair splayed across the pillows.