Born
and raised in Western New York, Laura Strickland has pursued lifelong interests
in lore, legend, magic and music, all reflected in her writing. Though her
imagination often takes her to far off places, she is usually happiest at home
not far from Lake Ontario, with her husband and her "fur" child, a
rescue dog. Currently she is at work on the third book of the Guardians of
Sherwood series.
What is your story's heat level? How do you
approach the sex scenes?
My publisher, The Wild Rose Press, has
designated Champion of Sherwood as Sensual, but I think there’s a touch of Spice in my descriptions as well. The sex scenes, while not especially
numerous, are integral to the story, and are both intense and significant. The Sherwood Forest inhabited by my
characters is a place of fathomless magic, and any act undertaken there –
especially lovemaking – holds particular meaning.
While we all enjoy a good love scene, I
believe there should be a high emotional component as well, and I always
include that in my depictions. The
characters in Champion of Sherwood
bond on not only a physical but a spiritual level. When the hero, Gareth and the heroine,
Linnet, make love for the first time they create a bond that will ever after
allow them to communicate telepathically, a special gift from Sherwood. I feel a bond that deep can only be created
by fiery and all-consuming lovemaking!
How do you maintain activity as a writer when
sitting at a desk all day?
Well, since writing is my second job, I work
at it mostly during early mornings and weekends. My day job, working for a library system, really
keeps me hopping pulling loans, chasing down books on hold, scheduling and
fulfilling requests for story time kits and shelving.
I’m also kept hopping at home by my dog,
Shannon, a rescue. An Icelandic Sheepdog
mix, she tends to signal by barking, and when she wants attention, a walk, a
treat or just a trip outside she stands in front of me and vocalizes her
request. That tends to get me up on my
feet quickly whether I’m in the full throes of story writing or not. We’ve both been suffering a bit from cabin
fever during this past winter, and when spring comes we’re looking forward to
resuming our long walks together up and down the country roads near where we
live.
What is it that you loved about the main characters
in your story?
The main characters in Champion of Sherwood have absolutely no business falling in love
with each other. Linnet is a Saxon healer
and member of the contingent in Sherwood that fights against Norman
tyranny. Gareth is a Norman knight and
nephew to the dreaded Sheriff of Nottingham.
I think what I loved most about Linnet was her ability to look past the
fears, doubts and narrow-minded prejudice of her time and see the man Gareth
was, underneath his Norman armor. She
never once looked back or wavered in her feelings for him. And oh, Gareth! He was the kind of man women dream about –
unsparing in his emotions, committed to his intentions and willing to sacrifice
everything, including his life, for the woman he loved.
Surely two such true hearts deserve a happily
ever after, but circumstances do not make it easy for them. In fact, without assistance from the spirits
who dwell in Sherwood, it may never come right!
What do you feel is your strongest type of
writing? Humor? Angst? Confrontation scenes? Action? Sex? Sensuality? Sweet
Romance? And why?
I’ve been told by those who read me that my
characters are my strong point. I do
know that once I launch a story and set those characters in motion they take on
fully-fleshed and three-dimensional lives of their own, at which point they
highjack the story, speak their lines and even resolve the ending the way they
choose! I’m just the guide and witness
who writes it all down.
I like to drop my characters into complex and
agonizing situations, just to see what they’ll do. Will strength and courage win out? Faith and intelligence? Will someone turn his tail and run? Will all be given for love? At the same time, I like to toss a bit of
humor into my tales. I believe it adds
to the authenticity of the dialogue and those who speak it. After all, humor does color our lives –
sometimes it’s black humor, but often it is the single light that makes a
difficult situation bearable.
Are you social media savvy? If so what do you suggest for others? If not, why
not?
I do my best to wrestle with social media but
to be truthful virtual promotion is not my strong point. It’s a far cry from the magic of Sherwood
Forest to the ins and outs of a site like Pinterest. I do have my own web page through which I
love to connect with fans, and a presence on Facebook. But I have yet to learn to tweet, and I’m not
sure how I’d fit those 140 characters into the rhythm of my day! Neither do I have my own blog, but through
the great kindness of friends I’ve enjoyed the opportunity to make many guest
appearances.
What are some things from your life or things
you have observed that you've infused into your stories?
As writers, I believe a little of everything
we learn and observe eventually gets woven into our tales. I suspect a writer’s best, unheralded talent
is being able to glean and process details about every person s/he meets, every
circumstance through which we or those around us live, and the accompanying
emotions. We distill it all, sometimes without
conscious knowledge, recycle it in the very best sense, and then mine it for
gold on the page. How can it be
otherwise? A person can only give from
his or her personal store.
In my stories you will see the loyalty I
value in those who are part of my life, the compassion I learned from my
mother, the humor that lights my days and the persistence that has brought me
to the place I am today. My love of
beauty is there also – and my deep, personal belief in magic.
If you had an unlimited budget, where would
you like to visit for story-related research?
Unlimited funds, huh? Ooh, what a tempting idea! There are several places in the world I’d
love to visit and linger. First I think
I’d spend a year in a cottage in the Western Highlands of Scotland, somewhere
between Oban and Kintyre. From there I’d
move down to a second location in North Wales before spending a month or so in
the Yorkshire Dales and at least six months in Sherwood Forest. From there I’d move on to Ireland and island
hop around the Hebrides before heading off for Scandinavia. From this wealth of experience, I could write
an endless saga of my ancestors, fictionalized, of course!
Any fun facts about the research for your
book?
It truly was fun researching The Guardians of Sherwood Trilogy. Many people know a great deal about Robin
Hood so I wanted to uncover some things that weren’t yet understood, dig deeper
and reveal a Sherwood Forest that had never before been described. I discovered the Sherwood Forest of the
twelfth and thirteenth centuries was actually much larger than we imagine, a
vast trackless expanse of trees where the Sheriff of Nottingham’s men feared to
tread, a remainder of the ancient forests that in prehistoric times covered
Britain and Ireland. A perfect setting,
I decided, for the limitless magic I wanted to set there.
Finally, tell us a little about your newest release!
Although
Champion of Sherwood is Book Two of The
Guardians of Sherwood Trilogy, that doesn’t mean it can’t be read and
enjoyed on its own. Even if a reader
hasn’t yet experienced the world I’ve created for Robin Hood’s descendants,
this tale will stand alone and draw her deeply into Sherwood. Each book is a complete story, and each tells
of a love that surpasses time.
I try to let my readers experience the past
into which I invite them: they will smell the wood smoke in the air of a
village on the outskirts of Sherwood, hear the sharp clang of swords during a
battle and feel the magical light that sifts down through the greenwood. They will suffer loss and uncertainty along
with my characters and I hope that by the time the story is told they may just
believe in the kind of love that lingers in the hearts of those who believe in
it, and can’t be destroyed.
The three books of my Trilogy follow the
seasons. Book One, Daughter of Sherwood, is a tale of spring and depicts new
beginnings and hope founded in courage. Champion of Sherwood is a book set in
summer, where love and magic both deepen with promise. Book Three, Lord of Sherwood, takes place in the autumn and speaks of the
fruition of that promise. Read one or
read them all, and when you finish I hope you will feel you have truly tread
upon the soil of that mystical place called Sherwood.
Blurb:
When
Gareth de Vavasour, nephew of the Sheriff of Nottingham, is captured by the
outlaws of Sherwood Forest and held for ransom, he knows he will be fortunate
to escape with his life. Amid the magic and danger that surround him, he soon
realizes his true peril lies in the beautiful dark eyes of Linnet, the Saxon
healer sent to tend his wounds.
Granddaughter
of Robin Hood, Linnet has always known she is destined to become a guardian of
Sherwood Forest, along with her sister and a close childhood companion. She
believes her life well settled until the arrival of Gareth. Then all her
loyalties are tested even as her heart is forced to choose between love and the
ties of duty, while Sherwood declares its own champion.
Excerpt:
"Champion."
He spun once more. A man stood behind him, wreathed in white
mist pure as the moonlight. Gareth reached for a weapon he no longer wore.
"Peace," the man said.
"Who are you? How come you here?"
"I am the spirit of this place. Some call me the Green
Man. Others call me Robin Hood."
"Robin Hood is long dead." Gareth had heard the
tales. Who had not?
"Aye, long
dead," the man agreed, "as are many here. This is our bastion, our
refuge, a place of faith and strength."
"What do you want with me?" Surely, and surely, he
was back asleep on his tether, and dreaming.
"Nay, lad, you
are not dreaming."
"Can you hear my thoughts?" What madness was this?
"I ask of you, young man, only one thing, one boon, one
favor if you would survive this night."
"Of course I
will survive. This is but darkness, and trees, and moonlight."
The man waved one of his hands. A creature appeared beside
him, a pure white wolf with its hackles raised. Another subtle movement and he
stood flanked on the other side by a great, white hart, its sides streaming
mist. The trees overhead tossed their branches and Gareth felt the power
gather, sharp and vital, around this being who faced him.
Fear such as he had never known – not even when awaiting the
arrival of his father with the strap – engulfed him. He said, "What do you
seek of me? What boon, what bidding?"
"I ask of you but one promise, that you should follow
what is in your heart." He smiled again. "Does not a true champion,
always follow his heart?"
