Laura Strickland's Other Published Work
Laura, it's so great to have you on The Wylder West blog this week! Thank you for joining us!
I have many other published Wild Rose Press titles. All can be found on my Author Web Site.
Here are a couple I believe Wylder West fans would enjoy:
Blurb:
Newly returned home to Lobster Cove from the War Between the
States, blacksmith Douglas Grier can’t forget the horrors he’s witnessed or the
beautiful young woman he helped break free from her shackles one dark night
after her master’s plantation burned. He wishes he had at least asked her name,
even though she and her family disappeared into the darkness and Douglas has no
expectation of seeing her again.
Josie Freeman can’t remember the last time she felt safe. Even though she and her family are freed, they’re being pursued by slave hunters hired by their former owner. When their ship is damaged on the way to Nova Scotia, Josie is thrown into contact with the one man she never expected…the very man she had wanted to see. But will her past catch up with her before Douglas can free her heart?
Excerpt:
"Hello, folks. Sir, I don’t suppose you remember
me."
Josie stared at the man who spoke, afraid to
believe her eyes. Tall and with bare shoulders that gleamed in the sun, he had
a crop of wavy black hair and skin almost as dark as her own. Though he spoke
to Daniel, his brown eyes sought hers and held them, his wonder evident to see.
Not remember him? From the instant he stepped on
the wharf, Josie’s attention had been snagged—and not just because he was a
good-looking man. No, for the pull she’d felt from the first they sighted this
place heightened almost unbearably, every one of her inner instincts sitting up
and howling.
Not remember him? Had there been a moment since
that night he hadn’t been, somehow, with her?
Her lips parted, but she didn’t speak. Daniel’s
deep voice sounded instead.
“Of course, of course we remember you, sir. How
could we forget?”
“Good to see you again.” The man focused on
Daniel at last and extended a hand to him without hesitation. “But what sort of
happenstance has brought you here where we might cross paths again?”
“A long story, sir, and one with a full measure
of sorrow.” Daniel shook the man’s hand with the innate courtesy that always
marked him.
The fellow’s gaze stole back to Josie, and she
promptly went breathless. “I’m very glad to see you safe. That night—well, I
never did get your names.”
“Daniel Freeman, sir. This here is my son
Michael, his wife Eunice, and their child Hetty. And my own girl, Josie.”
“Douglas Grier, and I’m glad to meet you
properly.”
Michael leaned forward to shake Douglas Grier’s
hand. “I’m happy, Mr. Grier, to have a chance to thank you. It was a fine thing
you did for us that night.”
Douglas Grier smiled, and his somber face transformed
as if lit from within. Josie’s heart fluttered like a wild bird before resuming
a double-time beat.
Calm yourself, girl.
He’s done no more than look at you.
Grier turned to her. “Josie Freeman,” he
repeated as if he memorized it, and took Josie’s hand.
She promptly went dizzy as sudden images pressed
upon her, blotting out the present. His hands coming at her, so strong and yet
gentle, out of the darkness that night. The way he’d touched her, with such
care and respect, and the way he’d looked at her as if he could see right down
to the bottom of her soul.
He smiled again and Josie’s poor heart pounded
in response. “What a marvel this is. I’ve wondered a hundred times what
happened to you after that night.”
STARS IN THE MORNING
Blurb:
Accused of ruining Mae Ballard and faced with a shotgun
wedding, Jefferson Lind knows exactly who’s to blame. He’s been taking the fall
for Jedediah’s sins as long as he can remember. Mae’s a shrieking shrew, and he
hasn’t seen Jed, his identical twin, since they worked digging the Erie Canal
together. If he’d been ordered to marry Mae’s sweet younger sister Rosie,
instead, he sure wouldn’t complain.
Rosie’s the only member of her family who believes Jeff, and she’d go to any lengths to free him from her sister’s clutches. But when Jedediah turns up with violent thugs on his tail, things quickly grow more dangerous. Gamblers from Buffalo seize both sisters as hostages, prompting a daring impersonation. Can Jeff and Jed shed their troubled past and win the hearts of the women they love?
Excerpt:
She
poured some of the septic powder she'd brought into the basin. "Let's get
you cleaned up first, eh?"
A
few of the scrapes were deep. Clearly he'd had a go at washing them off and
done a poor job. The next few moments were painful to both of them. Rosie hated
hurting anyone, except maybe Mae. Her sympathetic agony, however, was offset by
the sheer pleasure of touching him.
By
heaven, to have such a man beneath her hands! He smelled like sunshine, fresh
air and tangy male, and it went straight to her head.
She
concentrated on separating herself from the feelings surging through her and
failed completely when he suddenly raised his hand and touched her cheek.
"What
happened to you?"
All
sense had gone out of Rosie's mind; she had to search it to remember.
"Oh,
that was Mae."
"Mae?"
His tawny eyes narrowed between their swollen lids. "She hit you?"
Rosie
smiled ruefully. "She did."
"Nasty
baggage. She left a bruise."
"Don't
worry about me, Mr. Lind."
"I
think you should call me Jeff, don't you? Seeing as how you're the one person
in the world who believes I’m not a liar."
"Jeff,"
Rosie repeated, suddenly breathless.
"My
misbegotten brother is Jed—Jedediah and Jefferson." Humor tinged his
voice. "I'm called after the great president."
"Lucky
you."
"Never
been lucky, no not me." His eyes looked into hers, dodging nothing.
"At least, I never was."
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