By Marianne Mancusi
If Chrissie Hayward knew that morning she'd be going again in time to rescue her loopy coworker Kat, she'd have worn larger footwear. Doubly so if she'd anticipated to satisfy her real love. in line with the mysterious gypsy, Chrissie used to be the "gentle soul who could tame an outlaw's thirst for revenge" -- aka the true Robin Hood. So how come the man was once this kind of dud? LOST...IN SHERWOOD woodland? No, Robin of Locksley used to be no Prince fascinating. And the half approximately robbing the wealthy to feed the terrible? He did not get the memo. actually, all of the man looked as if it would do was once mope. (And he and his not-so-merry males suggestion Chrissie was once a boy. certain, she wasn't stacked, yet still!) still, he was once dependable and courageous and good-looking as sin. If Chrissie coudl simply get him with the software, she may well correct his wagon and get those boyz'n the wooden to be heroes of the world rather than twerps in tights. purely then may this prince of thieves develop into king of her middle.
Read or Download A Hoboken Hipster in Sherwood Forest PDF
Similar regency books
They Met At London's infamous Cyprian's Ball. .. Georgiana Escott has one evening to discover the appropriate guy to damage her and depart her with a tattered attractiveness so she will be able to stay away from an prepared marriage to an getting older, despicable roue. With a misstep, she tumbles into the hands of the disgraced and rushing Lord Danvers.
Distressed over the present common disinterest in matrimony between their eminently marriageable offspring, the bold matriarchs of the ton have taken issues into their very own meddling fingers with the formation of the women' Society for the Betterment of the way forward for Britain. Their first problem: the Earl of Pennington.
- Web of Love (Web, Book 2)
- A Matter of Class
- The Ideal Wife (Stapleton-Downes, Book 1)
- Captured for the Captain's Pleasure (Harlequin Historical)
- Never Too Late
Additional resources for A Hoboken Hipster in Sherwood Forest
Who the hell wears stilettos to traipse through upstate New York mud? When my La Style magazine editor boss first e-mailed me today's assignment, I was over the moon. After all, how many times does one have the opportunity to get paid to hang out at a medieval faire all day, taking photos? —I'd be working with her. La Style's resident fashionista and all-around shallow bitch. Sure enough, the second we got here, Kat started complaining. You'd have thought our editor asked her to go to the front lines of Fallujah the way she's been moaning and groaning.
Could there? Of course, if I'm here to hang with King Richard, then I am in the right time period, but still... what are the chances I've stumbled upon the legendary Robin Hood in the flesh? Maybe Kat's wild talk of hanging around with Lancelot and Guenevere wasn't so crazy after all.... "Um," I say, not knowing how to begin. "I think I'm lost. " The man nods. "Castle? Aye, of course. " "Oh. " I pause, assuming he'll step out of the way and let me across. But he simply stands there, studying me with cool eyes.
Robin asks. " Ooh. An invite to hang with the Merry Men. Now we're talking. "Sure," I say. " I decide to skip telling him I'm a chick. At least for now. He might get all protective and want to drop me off at a village where I'll be safe. After all, in these days, women were seen as fragile, delicate flowers not suited for cavorting with outlaws. If I have to be stuck in the 12th century until King Richard returns from his crusades, I at least want to live more of the legend before I'm relegated to some medieval kitchen.
A Hoboken Hipster in Sherwood Forest by Marianne Mancusi