Hi, Laura, and welcome to the Plotting Princesses where we pride ourselves in asking funny questions!
Let's get to know Laura better: Laura Strickland is the author of Scottish romance Devil Black as well as The Guardians of Sherwood Trilogy consisting of Daughter of Sherwood, Champion of Sherwood, and Lord of Sherwood. She is currently working on the second book of a new Steampunk romance series.
Is she a Mary Ann or Ginger?
Favorite movie: “Lord of the Rings”
Favorite book: “The Diamond in the Window” by Jane Langton
Last book read: “The Well of Lost Plots” by Jasper Fforde
Favorite color: Green
Stilettos or flip-flops: Flip-flops
Coffee or tea: Tea
E-book or paperback: Paperback
Pencil or pen: Pen
Favorite song: “By Weary Well” by Robin Williamson
Streak or not: Not!
Favorite dessert: Red Velvet Cake
Champagne or gin: Champagne
Paranormal or Historical: Historical!
Ginger or Mary Ann: Mary Ann
Favorite TV show: Coronation Street
Hot or cold: Cold
POV: First Person
I'd die if I don't have: Time to write.
Blurb from Lord of Sherwood: Only the magic of Sherwood can bring them together, and only their union can complete the spell woven so long ago…
She ate a sticky bun and watched a couple behind the next stall as they indulged in a kiss and cuddle. The restlessness she felt increased.
What would happen if she tried to purchase a mug of ale? She had to exercise some caution—her father had threatened more than once lately to send her away to the good sisters at the nearest nunnery. And she would rather end her own life than be confined in such a place.
She watched a rough man, a farmer from one of the villages, perhaps, buy a flagon of ale for himself. Before he could drink it she edged up and spoke from the corner of her mouth.
“I will give you twice what you just spent, in exchange for that.”
Startled, he turned his head and their eyes met. He wore a squat woolen hat over hair like brown straw. His eyes were brown also, almost the exact same shade as the ale. They moved over her face slowly and then down to her bosom, where they lingered.
“Well, now.” He grinned, revealing a big gap between his front teeth. He hesitated, “My lady.”
Anwyn dug into her pocket pouch and brought forth a coin. “Here, trade me.”
“You want my ale, do you?” His gaze shifted to her mouth. “Tell you what, let’s share it. We shall go someplace quiet—”
“The coin,” Anwyn insisted.
He shook his head and stepped closer, his eyes issuing a dare. “Not for no coin, but I will give you this flagon for a kiss, my lady.”
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Email: Laura Strickland
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Buy Link: Lord Sherwood Guardians