The Warrior's Touch (Harlequin Historical #866) [NOOK Book]

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Connor MacEgan is a fighter; it's in his blood. But when his hands are crushed in a brutal attack, he finds he may never wield a sword, or touch a woman, ever again.

He becomes reliant on Aileen Ó Duinne, whose determination matches his, for Aileen can no more ignore a person in pain than Connor can stop being a warrior.

But she also holds a secret, one of passion and deception that could break their hearts, ...

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The Warrior's Touch (Harlequin Historical #866)

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Overview

Connor MacEgan is a fighter; it's in his blood. But when his hands are crushed in a brutal attack, he finds he may never wield a sword, or touch a woman, ever again.

He becomes reliant on Aileen Ó Duinne, whose determination matches his, for Aileen can no more ignore a person in pain than Connor can stop being a warrior.

But she also holds a secret, one of passion and deception that could break their hearts, long after she has mended his hands...

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781426805660
  • Publisher: Harlequin Enterprises
  • Publication date: 12/1/2008
  • Series: Harlequin Historical Series , #866
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 109,992
  • File size: 227 KB

Meet the Author

Michelle Willingham wrote her first historical romance at the age of twelve and was delighted to fill up eight pages of a legal pad. As her binders of stories grew, she was convinced that one day she would achieve her dream of being an author. Thankfully most of her early stories have been destroyed and are unavailable for blackmail. She attended the University of Notre Dame where she thought about studying medicine. Since Michelle passes out at the sight of blood, she decided this was not a good career move. She studied English instead and graduated summa cum laude with the idea of becoming an editor. Her first part-time job involved editing mortgage handbooks, which sent her fleeing back to graduate school for a degree in middle-school education. Michelle enjoys teaching hormonally charged sixth graders who ask her fascinating questions such as, "Your hair looks weird. Did you dye it?" She married a rocket scientist, and they live in southeastern Virginia with their children. When she isn't writing historical romances, she loves to cook, read and avoid exercise at all costs.

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Ireland, 1175

"Aileen! There's a dead man in the fields!" Lorcan dashed inside the stone hut, shifting his weight from one foot to the other with excitement.

A dead man? Aileen O' Duinne dropped the garlic bulbs she had picked that morning and stood. "Are you sure he is dead?" Anticipation rippled through her with the faint hope that the man was still alive.

Lorcan shrugged. "He wasn't moving. And there's blood everywhere."

Likely the boy was correct. Aileen tried not to get her hopes up. But if he wasn't dead, she might be able to save him.

"Where did you find him?"

"I'll show you." Lorcan thought for a moment, his brown eyes growing worried. "Will I get into trouble for telling you? He's already dead."

Aileen shook her head. "Do not worry. You did right to come to me."

It is forbidden, her mind warned her. If her chieftain Seamus O' Duinne found out, he would punish her. She was not allowed to heal any of the tribe members.

But there was no time to worry about that now. Belisama, please let him be alive.

Lorcan followed her inside the hut while she piled her basket with fresh linen bandages, comfrey and yarrow. Turning, she regarded Lorcan. "Take me to him."

The boy scampered off in the direction of the north pasture. Aileen ran behind him, past several of the neighbouring stone huts. One of the men stopped his work in the fields, staring at her with distaste. Aileen tore her gaze away from him.

Don't worry about what he thinks, she told herself. You did nothing wrong. Even still, her cheeks burned with humiliation. The villagers hadn't forgotten the bad luck that followed her.

The morning dew dampened thehem of her gown as she followed Lorcan. The boy raced on ahead, pointing toward the lee side of the hill.

Ragged summer grasses swayed in the wind. A small patch lay crumpled by the man's body lying face down. The awkward position of his limbs suggested a fall from a horse. His blood stained the summer grasses, and Aileen's hands shook as she reached out to touch him.

A low moan escaped the body. Sweet saints. He was alive.

Thank the gods. They had granted her a second chance to prove herself, and she intended to make the most of it.

"Go and fetch Riordan," Aileen ordered Lorcan. "I'll need help moving the man. Tell him to bring one of his horses."

She would not let this man die. No matter what anyone else thought of her skills, she would heal him.

After Lorcan had gone, she turned the man over. His swollen face stopped her heart. Despite his injuries, she would recognise him anywhere. Connor MacEgan. She had never thought to see him again.

Fear and reckless longing pulled at her, shredding her composure. Of all the men for Fate to leave in her hands, why did it have to be him?

His face, the face of one of God's angels, had haunted her dreams ever since she was a young girl. With firm lips, a straight nose and a strong jaw, the traces of Viking ancestry on his grandfather's side were evident. Blood matted his dark golden hair and seeped from a gash at his temple.

She had loved him once. Pain arced through her at the memory, but she forced it away. Her hands trembled as she unlaced his tunic. With her dagger, she sliced the dun-coloured wool to reveal a warrior's hardened chest. He had been stabbed several times, but the cuts were shallow. Almost like torture...

She shook the terrible thought away. How long had he been here? From his grey pallor, she wondered how much blood he had lost. It might be too late to heal him.

Do not think of it. She swabbed his chest, and then turned her attention to his head. She held pressure upon his temple to stanch the bleeding. It was then that she noticed the dark swelling upon his hands and wrists. The broken bones would need to be splinted.

He must not die. She needed to bring him back to the sick hut to treat his hands and to stitch the deeper wounds, but she couldn't do it without help. Where was Riordan?

The horizon stretched into emptiness with not a sign of either of them. She couldn't rely on anyone else to come to her aid. Most of the villagers believed she was cursed.

She withdrew several garlic cloves from her basket, pressing them gently against Connor's chest. She bound the wound tightly and prayed that the garlic would ward off the demons of fever.

At last, she heard the sound of a horse approaching. It made her breathe a little easier. She waved to Riordan and he dismounted. A sturdy man, accustomed to working in the fields, Riordan stood a head taller than most men. His cheeks were ruddy, and he was easily recognisable with his bright red hair.

From the obvious look of pleasure upon his face, he was glad she'd summoned him. He found excuses to be near her, now that she was widowed. And he was the one man whom she could trust to help her.

"Is the man alive?" he called.

"Barely. I'll need your help bringing him back to the sick hut." She supported Connor's body, raising him into a seated position. Throughout the awkward motions he did not stir.

When Riordan saw Connor's face, his sympathy transformed into anger and jealousy. "Connor MacEgan." Bitterness lined his tone. "You should leave him where he lies, the bastard."

"I am a healer,"Aileen argued. "If the Devil himself needed my care, I would give it."

Connor might as well be the Devil, she thought. With him, she could not detach herself into the calm world where nothing else existed, save her healing. His very presence unnerved her.

Riordan grumbled, but helped her lift Connor onto the horse. His body hung motionless against the horse's mane. As they guided the horse back towards her land, she found herself wanting to move faster.

"What has brought him back here?" Riordan asked. "I thought he'd returned to his kinsmen."

"If he lives, you may ask him that yourself."

A dark look eclipsed his face. "I am helping him only for you, Aileen. I've no wish to speak to him at all."

She hid her exasperation even as she urged the horse onward. "We must make haste. He has to live."

"Why? Because you've feelings for him?"

"Because if he dies, it only proves that I am cursed. I cannot lose another person. If he lives, Seamus might let me heal again."

"No one knows you found him," Riordan pointed out.

"Lorcan found him first. Everyone will know of it by nightfall." She had no doubt of that. "Did you send him home again?"

"I did, yes."

"Good." Fear sank deep within, freezing her with worry that Connor would not wake. He had not moved once during the journey back to her land.

"I still do not like it. We should bring him to Seamus instead."

Aileen was not about to surrender this chance, not from one man's jealousy. She laid her hand upon his shoulder. "Let your mind be at peace, Riordan. After he heals, he'll be gone." Her touch sparked a flash of interest in his eyes, and she suddenly wished she had not made the impulsive gesture.

He gave her hand a squeeze, and yearning spread across his face once more. Aileen reminded herself that a steady, good husband such as Riordan was a sensible choice. She had long ago abandoned dreams of handsome warriors. Men like Connor MacEgan simply didn't notice her.

Within moments, they reached the small plot of land she called her own. As she passed the rows of plantings, Aileen considered iris root or marigold flowers, should Connor's wounds worsen. Silently, she said a prayer to both the Christian God and the gods of her ancestors for healing.

"Bring him inside the sick hut," she ordered. The stone dwelling, erected a few paces from her own hut, was designed for treating the wounded and ill members of their tribe.

In the past two moons, not a single person had trusted her enough to make use of it. She had kept it meticulously clean, hoping that one day the villagers might call upon her. Inwardly she feared her chieftain would force her to go elsewhere when another healer took her place. Seamus had not forgiven her.

Bitterness welled up inside of her. Men had died because they were too proud, too superstitious to seek her help.

She opened the hide door and ducked beneath the bundle of dyed wool hanging to ward off evil spirits. Inside, the temperature was cool and it smelled of damp earth. Riordan set Connor's limp body upon one of the pallets filled with soft straw. Though his unresponsive state suggested worse injuries, she held fast to her hopes.

"Do you need a fire?" Riordan offered.

Aileen hesitated. Though she knew he wanted to help, she preferred to work alone. "I will build one."

"It is no trouble."

He started to gather peat to bring inside the hut, but Aileen blocked his path. She didn't want the cloying scent of smoke to interfere with her healing. "Thank you, Riordan. I will be all right on my own now."

"I don't want you alone with him. He is not to be trusted."

She repressed a sigh. "He is unconscious, Riordan. I doubt the man could lift his head if he wanted to."

Her logic seemed to reassure him, and he lowered the stack of peat. "Shall I come back this eve?" Hope lit up his expression.

"Another time, perhaps."

His shoulders lowered. "We should send a messenger to MacEgan's family. I would be glad to do so."

She eyed him suspiciously. "So eager to help him, are you?"

With a look toward the sick hut, Riordan crossed his arms. "Anything that will send him far from here would give me pleasure."

"You've nothing to fear from him."

"I will come on the morrow, should you need my help again."

She managed a smile. "I will be fine, thank you."

When he had gone, she breathed easier. Though he only wanted to offer his assistance, Riordan's presence interfered with her concentration.

She worked rapidly, dropping the stack of peat into the outdoor hearth. Within moments, she kindled a fire and moved heavy river stones into the flames to heat. She set a pot of water to boil over the fire.

Then she entered the sick hut and sat beside Connor. For a brief second, his eyes fluttered open. She froze, not knowing what he would think of his whereabouts, but, in the dim light, he showed no sign of recognition. It was as if he didn't see her at all.

Aileen tamped down the feeling of disappointment when his eyes closed once more. She adjusted his position to make him more comfortable. His hands had swollen up to nearly double their size, the skin tightening with blood. If it were winter time, she could bring the swelling down with snow. Instead, she poured cold water into wooden bowls and laid his hands inside to soak.

Darting outside, she returned to her own hut for splints. She gathered fresh linen and wood, but in her hurry she dropped the bundle. It was then that she noticed her shaking fingers. She needed to calm her racing heart and concentrate upon the medicines.

Stop behaving like a foolish maiden, her heart warned. He probably won't remember you.

She filled a fold of her woolen brat with the linen and splints, using the shawl to carry them.

Stopping by the fire, she filled a bowl with heated water from the pot. The river stones. She'd almost forgotten. She dropped the splints and bandages inside the threshold, then set the bowl of hot water near her herbs. Last, she returned to the fire and used an iron rod to roll the heated granite stones to warm the interior of the sick hut.

Connor had not regained consciousness. Aileen took a deep breath and gathered her composure. She knelt beside him and cut off the rest of the blood-soaked tunic with her knife. He hadn't moved even once. Voices of doubt began to undermine her confidence. What if he had slipped too far past the barrier between life and death?

Stop worrying about what you cannot do, and concentrate on what you can. She searched her memories for advice the elderly healer Kyna had given her. Lily roots or mallow leaves, should the swelling worsen. Would it be enough? Connor was the chieftain's foster son, well loved by the family. If she saved him, it might help mend the animosity.

Aileen removed the linen bandage and garlic bulbs. Then she cleansed the blood from his face, dipping the cloth into cool water. She voiced a quiet healing chant to keep her roiling emotions calm.

She washed his chest wounds again, noting which cuts would need to be sewn closed. As her fingers moved across his torso, unwanted memories sprang forth.

The forbidden taste of his kiss had once filled her dreams. Connor's powerful body had embraced her on a moonlit night, strong muscles pressing against her willing flesh. A shiver raced through her, and Aileen quelled the forgotten sensation of desire. She stood, wrenching her concentration back to his wounds.

As she moved away from Connor, she walked past bunches of drying herbs hanging from the ceiling. The spicy fragrance helped clear her thoughts. She stopped before a small table where she kept her medicines, selecting comfrey for his wounds. Using a mortar and pestle, she mashed the root until it became a moist pulp. Then she poured hot water over the root.

She sat beside Connor, placing the mortar within reach. Threading a bone needle, she began to stitch the deep gash upon his temple. From his waxen skin and the way he did not react to the piercing, she wondered if he might die after all.

A tendril of regret unfolded in the recesses of her heart. She had tried to hate him, tried to purge the feelings she'd once had. But a part of him would always remain, though she might wish to forget the past.

Aileen held the torn flesh of his chest together while stitching the wounds closed. Though she had sewn countless wounds, healing even the worst sorts of gashes, it was as if the needle pierced her own flesh.

Why couldn't she separate herself from this task? Why did it frighten her to see him struggle to live? She had thought those feelings were long gone...

Excerpt from THE WARRIOR'S TOUCH by Michelle Willingham

Copyright (c) 2007 Michelle Willingham. All rights reserved.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 14, 2012

    ok

    Typical romance novel. Lots of secrets and misinterpreted signals. Conner is the super hot warrior noble and Aileen is the plain faced healer who has loved him since forever. Fate brings them back together and they fall in love/lust. Actually he falls in love she always loved him even though they never spent time together. One night together under the sheets, he didn't even know it was her, but she fell madly in love. I've been reading this series in between the heavier stuff, characters are likable enough. It would be nice to see a heroine that puts these men in their place. The next one supposedly has a heroine who can kick some ass.

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    GOOD - BUT NOT MY FAVORITE OF THE SERIES. This is the 4th book

    GOOD - BUT NOT MY FAVORITE OF THE SERIES.
    This is the 4th book of the series (didn't read them in order) and my least favorite. Not much action, alot of words, and not many character's. Still I liked it and would recommend it.

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    Posted August 8, 2012

    Recommended.. Yes!!

    Beautiful story. Loved it!!!

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