Today I’ve got Ashley York with me, talking about her new release The Irish Warrior and some other really fun and fascinating things about her!
1. Tell us a little bit about your new release.
Sean O’Cisoghe was a character I first introduced in The Gentle Knight. He is a handsome warrior from Drogheda, Ireland. The story begins with him facing the fact that the lass he’d lusted over had married another. He’s not a happy man. He’s not the most chivalrous type preferring battle to conversation. When a “lad” calls the horse out from under him, he finds he must see the woman to her brother for her own safety.
2. What was your inspiration for this story?
It was The Gentle Knight. Peter fell in love with Brighit but before they’re even married he has all these other men from Drogheda falling all over her. When he meets Sean, Peter’s impression of him is not only that he lusts after his betrothed but that he is a formidable warrior. This will all come into play with the last book in the Norman Conquest Series, The Seventh Son.
3. I am a fanatic about my character names. Are the character names special in any way?
They are. I’m Irish and Scottish so they’re names I’ve heard. The spelling it is what dictates whether they’re Irish or Scottish because they are both Celts.
4. What was your process for writing this book? Is this different or the same as other books you’ve written?
I think I’m getting more productive in my writing. I had intended this book to be shorter than it is but I needed to tell the story until it was finished.
5. Do you have plans for a sequel to this book?
Next up will be The Seventh Son which I had already started when I realized Sean’s story would help bridge the time span for the readers. The Seventh Son begins with Brighit first leaving Drogheda to go the Priory. It covers some important revelations about her family and why her brother, Tadhg, will no longer be married to his love, Tisa O’Brien. Things that Brighit is not aware of in The Gentle Knight like the reason she gets sent to the Priory to begin with.
6. Who is your favorite romance hero or heroine and why? What qualities do they possess that make them memorable?
Robin Hood Prince of Thieves version – he faces conflict head on and oh by the way yeah he likes that woman – the one he would die for.
7. Who was the first romance author and book you read?
Janet Daily – Ride The Thunder. I remember we were traveling cross-country and I wanted to see these big horn sheep. When we lived in Colorado a short time later, we would regularly go to Rocky Mountain National Park and see them. They are just beautiful.
Now, Lightning Round:
8. What is your favorite amusement park ride? merry go round
9. Tea or coffee? coffee
10. French manicure or color (and if color, what color)? french manicure
11. Beach or mountains? not fair to have to pick!
12. Chocolate or vanilla? chocolate
13. Boxers, briefs or commando? commando
14. Blond, brunette or redhead? (preferred men’s hair color) brown which isn’t the same as brunette
15. Would you rather skydive or scuba dive? no thanks
16. Would you rather vacation in Hawaii, Vegas or London? not for me
Thank you, Ashley! I enjoyed our little session. 🙂 Ashley’s new release, The Irish Warrior, is available at Amazon.
Outcast and alone, Thomasina MacDonell is hell bent on finding her brother, the only person who can thwart their father’s latest scheme to offer her as payment for his gambling debts. Disguised as a lad, she defiantly sets off on foot to locate him—never expecting to find a handsome, Irish warrior riding her beloved horse. The warrior’s offer of help and unsolicited advice on how to be manlier sparks an intimate desire to reveal her more feminine side.
Rejected by the love of his life, Sean O’Cisoghe wants simply to return home and heal his broken heart. When a young “lad” steals the horse out from under him, he discerns the spirited woman may be in way over her head against her ruthless father. Finding her brother while keeping her would-be betrothed at bay, Sean must confront the fact that Thomasina has stolen his heart. Will Norman soldiers out for his blood and shifting clan alliances cut short their growing passion?
Sean had expected her to struggle which was why he had her arm tucked between his body and hers, and her other arm held tight to her side. What he had not expected was to be so affected by her. Alarm bells were sending waves of regret—and overwhelming desire—coursing through him. Not one of his finest moments. If she ever settled down, she’d certainly find his arousal as upsetting as her anticipated punishment. He had no plans to actually slap her bottom, he just wanted honest answers. He found a threat worked best.
“So before I land my hand on yer arse since ye’re so deserving—oof.” Her elbow poked into his stomach, knocking the air out of him. He pulled her closer in to him and raised his knees to keep her lodged there. “—how about ye try telling me the truth for once and then I can be on my way.”
“Ye whoreson! Who do ye think ye are? Let me go!” She continued her struggles.
Her tempting bottom wiggling from side to side was hard to ignore. He needed to disarm her and quickly. “What? Nae clearing of yer throat to sound like a lad?”
“Let me go.” She pulled her knees in and managed to plow into his groin. The pain excruciating. He reacted with a hard slap to her bottom. She stilled. He held his breath until the sharp pain lessened then yanked her legs out straight.
He adjusted her away from him to ease the pressure on his groin. She didn’t need to know specifically what she had managed to do. “Try that again and I’ll make ye sorry.”
“I’ll make ye sorry!” she hollered back at him.
He didn’t hide the smile. She remained motionless across his lap. Her delightful bottom at his disposal but he refrained from touching her.
“I’m not an idiot. I ken when ye’re lying to me and here I’ve done nothing but try to assist ye.”
“Assist me? Was that when ye insulted me? Told me I was girly?”
“Ye are a girl!”
“And is that what ye wanted me to tell ye?” She rolled back so she could look him in the face. “Is that why ye teased me mercilessly?”
“Nae! I wanted ye to remember to act like a boy, damn it! Ye kept slipping up! How could I take ye to the village with everyone seeing ye for what ye are? They’d have been all over ye like ticks on a dog.”
“Ye bastard!” She started kicking her legs with wild abandon. “Let me go. Let me go.”
With one arm wrapped around her narrow waist, he stood, holding her like a sack of corn. Placing her away from him, he held each arm in a firm grip against her side. She hunched forward, breathing heavy from the exertion. And all he could think about was covering her mouth with his, of tasting her lips, her skin, of running his fingers through her tangled mane. He was near exploding with desire for her.
“Stop this! I deserve to ken the truth.” Sean’s voice sounded strained and he prayed she wouldn’t realize why. “Thomasina!”
It was a beautiful name. It fit her perfectly.
Closing her mouth, Tommy looked to be getting herself under control. Her eyes on him, she shook as if overcome by his audacity. Mayhap he should have taken to paddling her as she so deserved but he feared he’d feel worse than she would. Beating a woman was not in his nature. That one spank had been an unexpected reaction to pain. Slapping her bottom was the farthest thing from what he wanted to do with it.
“Truth!” he groaned aloud. “Put me out of my misery.”
She looked surprised at his outburst then took a shaky breath. “Yea! Ye deserve the truth.”
“And do ye ken the truth?” Sean leveled his gaze. “I dunna need any more pretenses here. Not now.”
Not when his body yearned to be betwixt her legs as he pounded into her, receiving his need, answering with her own passion. She had no idea. She would have no idea. He kept his gaze fixed on her face despite the heaving breasts and the sweat trickling down her neck into places he’d like to follow with his tongue.
Aside from two years spent in the wilds of the Colorado mountains, Ashley York is a proud life-long New Englander and a hardcore romantic. She has an MA in History which brings with it, through many years of research, a love for primary documents and the smell of musty old libraries. With her author’s imagination, she likes to write about people who could have lived alongside those well-known giants from the past.
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