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  • Category: Books
  • ISBN-10:  1942009038
  • ISBN-10:  1942009038
  • ISBN-13:  9781942009030
  • ISBN-13:  9781942009030
  • Publisher:  D&d Universe
  • Publisher:  D&d Universe
  • Pages:  250
  • Pages:  250
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2015
  • Pub Date:  01-Jun-2015
  • SKU:  1942009038-11-MPOD
  • SKU:  1942009038-11-MPOD
  • Item ID: 100191864
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After falling out of a tree in CT, Petir Capota, a 19 year old computer geek, finds himself back in Robin Hood's time surrounded by a band of young British scavengers. Confused by their presence in the CT woods, Petir decides it's a dream, which rapidly escalates in potential with the appearance of Maid Rianne, a captivating girl with a penchant for the bow and arrow. To his delight and her dismay, the elders allow him to join the outlaw camp.

Maid Rianne is tasked with tending to the newcomer's injuries. She finds herself conflicted with her interest in Lord Petir because she doesn't trust him; and she has an intended of her own, the handsome and loyal knight, Lord Robert Gisbourne. Unfortunately, he sympathizes with Prince John, and is angry she has sided with the outlaws.

EXCERPT:

Are you injured, m'lord? She inspected his battered cheek.

Petir stopped breathing and stared at her blankly. This was different. In the last two years, the only females who ever touched him were related to him. Or cleaning his teeth. They certainly weren't cute British girls garbed like a female Robin Hood.

Even though it hurt when she touched him, the simple act of running her fingers along his arm was reducing him to stupid, leaving him with all the capabilities of a puddle, including a puddle's ability to hold a conversation. He had nothing to say. Absolutely nothing.

What was there to say anyway? Come here often?

She shifted to his collarbone. M'lord? This time she spoke louder and slower as if talking to a simpleton. Were you in a fight? Her prodding fingers moved to his ribs as he grimaced.

Yeah. You should see what I did to the other guy. No, he managed to mutter. He didn't want to appear to be an actual idiot, but... I fell out of a tree.

Pardon, m'lord? I did not hear you.

I fell out of a tree, okay? Petir's face heated.

A moment of silence greeted his confession, followed by a burst of laughter from the boys. The girl by his slóä

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