I’m currently reading this book, and loving it! Once I’ve finished, I promise to post on my socials, also check out Goodreads. ‘From far across the sea comes the one man she can love.’ Now to your latest release – The Seafarer’s Bride I love you have such a diverse range of writing. That’s some history there Laura, and so interesting.
Laura’s mantra is Lore, Legend, Love, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Her love of dogs, and her lifelong interest in Celtic history, magic and music, are all reflected in her writing. Married and the parent of one grown daughter, Laura has also been privileged to mother a number of very special rescue dogs, the latest of whom is a little boy named Tinker, and is intensely interested in animal welfare. Venturing beyond Historical and Contemporary Romance, she created a new world with her ground-breaking Buffalo Steampunk Adventure series set in her native city, in Western New York. Nor has she tapped the limits of her imagination. Her first Scottish Historical hero, Devil Black, battled his way onto the publishing scene in 2013, and the author never looked back. Multi award-winning author Laura Strickland delights in time traveling to the past and searching out settings for her books, be they Historical Romance, Steampunk or something in between. Thank you so much for agreeing to visit and share a few words about your new release the Seafarer’s Bride. All these things did she feel from him, combined with a flare of attraction, so fierce and lustful, it stole her breath away, and knocked her back on her heels.Today I am excited to have the wonderful Historical Romance (Viking), and Steampunk author, Laura Strickland on my blog. Beautiful, harmonious, powerful yet oddly still.
He felt the way music sounded-the way the notes vibrated from Modir’s harp when she played, or when the women sang all together while at work on the shore. The emotions connected to those images continued to assault her, making it difficult to think clearly. Gyda narrowed her eyes against the glare and regarded him.
He came with her, his fingers still wrapped around her arms, and the clear light washed over them. She stumbled back through the doorway into the sunlight, away from the images-away from him. The glowing coals of a near-dead fire, a heap of furs upon which two bodies lay, locked in passion. Warmth came first, stealing through his fingers, quickly followed by a tumble of images. She felt-Ī hard rush of emotions, like a punch to the gut. His hands caught at her, closing on her arms in a steadying grip, and keeping her from falling down.įor an instant they stood so, tightly linked, Gyda half blinded by the dark of the hut. A curse escaped her lips and the person with whom she’d collided gave a grunt.
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