Let's give a warm welcome to fellow author and friend Laura Strickland who will share with us a few things about her latest release, Lord of Sherwood, which is book three in The Guardians of Sherwood Trilogy.
Release date: 8/8/14
Blurb:
Curlew Champion, master archer, has always
known his destiny. With his cousin,
Heron Scarlet, he will become a guardian of Sherwood Forest and further his
people’s fight against Norman Tyranny.
But the third member of the triad is still to be revealed, the woman who
will complete the magical circle and, perhaps, answer the longing in Curlew’s
heart.
Anwyn Montfort has fled disgrace in
Shrewsbury and come to Nottingham at her father’s bidding. He wishes her to make a good marriage and
settle down. But the wildness that
possesses her refuses to quiet. She
knows she’s been searching for something all her life, but not until she
glimpses Curlew does her spirit begin to hope it has found its home.
Only the magic of Sherwood can bring them
together, and only their union can complete the spell woven so long ago …
Excerpt:
Aye, Curlew thought ruefully, she could not
be ruined more completely than at his hands last night. And if he sent her home
with his child in her belly, what then? He realized, with a shock, he did not
even know her given name.
A bit brusquely he said, “Gather up your
clothing, lass. Cover yourself. You must go home.”
“Nay.”
“Do not be daft. Of course you must. Your
father will be beside himself.”
“You promised.”
“Eh?”
Stubborn light flashed in her eyes. “You
gave a vow last night that you would never send me away from you.”
Had he? Dismay crashed down upon Curlew
like a hurled stone. But he had thought she was the Lady, asking from him a vow
of devotion. He did not know he spoke words to a mortal woman.
He got to his feet, heedless of his
nakedness, and began collecting her shed garments and thrusting them at her.
“To be sure, you will go home.”
“Nottingham is not my home.” She tipped
back her head to look at him. “I belong nowhere, except maybe here with you.”
Curlew shook his head violently. He turned
from her and took up his own clothing, pulled his sark over his head even as
she watched, donned his leather tunic, then slid into his leather leggings.
“Master Curlew?”
He turned back to her swiftly. She sat with
her chemise clutched to those tantalizing breasts, her eyes wide with inquiry.
“Listen to me, Mistress Montfort. You are
not for me, nor I for you.”
“But last night—”
“Despite last night.” In spite of the
wonder and magic of it, the undeniable sense of rightness. “For I have a
destiny before me, one I cannot escape, and would not if I could. I regret, but
you have chosen the wrong man.”
She got to her feet, her clothing still
caught against her. The autumn sun, filtering through the leaves, warmed her
hair to amber-gold. “I do not believe that.”
“You must. Now dress yourself. I will see
you safe to the edge of the forest.”
She did not move. Like a goddess she stood
and looked at him with defiance.
Curlew felt an unexpected twinge of
sympathy for Montfort. Who could fail to love this lass, or be driven beyond
endurance by her? “Please,” he said.
The corners of her mouth twitched. “I
regret, my lord, I would do most anything to please you. Anything but that.”
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You may find more about Laura here:
Author web page: www.laurastricklandbooks.com
Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Laura-Strickland/e/B001KHSACW/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1408276940&sr=1-2-ent