"If, like me, you have had a long standing love affair with the idea of Robin, whether he's Errol, Michael, either Connery, Jonas, or a literary character, you will have to read this story, as will any fan of time travel romance. Marian proves to be just as feisty as the best versions of her namesake. She's no diminutive Marian, Madam Librarian, but a lady who can handle herself in any era. Her story shines against a rich, vivid background of the long ago, far away world that is fascinating whether it is the canvas to tell Robin's story or the verified factual events of the era. This proves that a book can be both fun and have a touch of an epic sweep, all at once."--Amanda Killgore, Huntress Reviews and The Eternal Night UK

"5 Angels!...A humorous, quirky tale primarily about finding your dream... I enjoyed this tale. I love fairy tales and modern version of classic stories and this one is well done...The story is meant to be a fantasy. There is a sense of fun throughout the story and a number of surprises to keep you entertained...If you are looking for an entertaining, fun yet quirky, updated version of a classic tale you will enjoy Sherwood Charade."--Stephanie B., Fallen Angel Reviews

"5 Nymphs!...Mimi Riser pens a hilarious story with Marian going back in time to see her fantasy man come to life. She is feisty, stubborn, and thoroughly twenty-first century and balks at Roland's high-handed manner...Sherwood Charade is a delicious read that will have readers laughing and squirming when Marian finally gets her man...or should that be men?"--Redhot Minx, Literary Nymphs Reviews

"4 Cups!...An absolutely intriguing twist on the old Robin Hood classic...a well-written story with exceptional characters bringing their colorful personalities to the forefront. It captures your attention from the beginning. Twists and turns keep you hanging on until the last word. Ms. Riser sends you on a thrilling mind vacation that you will not soon forget. I highly recommend this new read by Ms. Riser."--Matilda, Coffee Time Romance

"I love the story of Robin Hood and Ms. Riser did a fabulous job of putting her own spin on the lovable tale. You'll be swept back in time with the author's vivid descriptions of the era, while being immersed in the magic of legend itself. A must read!"--Karen Michelle Nutt, Paranormal Romance Reviews

"Riser has conjured a ripping tale of auld with enjoyable twists and double twists to keep you loving this fun story. A wonderful time-travel with all the elements carefully measured and added to the mix. Riser shines."--Deborah Macgillivray, Paranormal Romance Reviews

"4 Roses!...one of the most entertaining books this reviewer has read in a while. The twists and turns of the plot are masterfully crafted. Not to give too much away, Ms Riser turns the whole legend of Robin Hood on its head, creating an enjoyable read. When the final secrets are revealed (and there is more than one!) this story of love, romance and fantasy will have you smiling incessantly...Full of adventure, fantasy, romance, witty one liners and timeless love, Sherwood Charade is a real keeper."--Donna, A Romance Review

"...A delightfully charming tale of a young woman who finally discovers her niche in time and the love of her life, despite a rough start. Magical mayhem, irresistible characters and a surprising conclusion make this a story that will stay in the reader’s memory long after the book is finished. Sir Roland and Marian will steal your heart as they take you on an exciting romp through Sherwood Forest. This time travel romance is a keeper. It is my pleasure to add Sherwood Charade to my ‘recommended read’ list."--Dottie, RomanceJunkies

...He glanced up at her approach. “Whatsa matter? You look worried.”

Worried? She was having visions of them both being ravished and killed by a band of Sherwood outlaws who could be lurking nearby this very moment. “Worried” barely scratched the surface.

The real outlaws had hardly been like Robin’s mythical merrie men. In fact, “merrie” was probably the last thing any of them were. A brutal, bloodthirsty bunch, medieval criminals. They had to be with the penalties for crimes so harsh in this era. Once a man broke the law, he had little left to lose. Those who escaped capture lived like animals in the woods, doing anything to survive. If there were outlaws close by, ones who knew they were here, who watched them even now…

Her stomach knotted as she stared Orlando in the eye. “Just tell me one thing. When you ran off before…um, you didn’t really meet anyone, did you?” She held her breath.

“Nope.”

Her breath whooshed out in relief. Thank God. He had been bluffing. Which still didn’t explain why Sir Guy’s company bolted, but she’d work on that question later. One problem at a time. With a last look around, she made her decision. They’d follow the road, in the opposite direction the men took, but stick to the shadows of the trees. That would give them a little cover. Maybe. Hell, it would be full dark soon and no one would be able to see a damn thing, anyway.

“Okay then, let’s get moving.” She grabbed Orlando’s hand and pulled him to the edge of the forest.

He pulled back. “Hang on. We can’t go anywhere yet.”

“Why not?”

“Because they’ll be here any sec. We gotta wait for them.”

“Who’s ‘them’?” She wanted to shake him. “You just said you didn’t meet anyone.”

“That’s right. Not anyone. Robin Hood and his men.”

A shriek sounded. Marian’s.

“Orlando, there is no Robin Hood.”

“Bullshit. There is, too. He told me who he was. Who do you think chased off Sheriff Sleazeball? You saw what happened. They heard he was coming, and hauled ass.” Orlando paused, his brows pulled together. “Huh. Maybe I shouldn’t have warned them. I didn’t realize what a badass reputation he’s got. He must be cooler even than he is in the movies.”

Marian clenched her teeth to keep from screaming again. Things were becoming too surrealistic. She closed her eyes and counted to ten, then rested her hands on his shoulders and leaned forward. “Orlando, listen to me. Whatever those men were running from, it was not because of anything you said.”

He blinked and stared past her. “You might be right about that.”

“I know I’m right. And you did not meet anyone who told you he was Robin Hood. There’s a good chance no one around here even knows who Robin Hood is. The earliest known legends about him haven’t been written yet. Do you get what I’m saying? He’s not a real person.”

“Does he know that?”

“He doesn’t know anything. Robin is just a myth, a folktale, a literary invention. Understand? Historians have been researching him for years. I’ve researched him myself.” God, how she’d researched him. “But I’ve never found any solid evidence he really existed—not now, not ever.” Only in my dreams. She drew a deep breath.

“Yeah? Well maybe you just never looked for him in the right place.”

Marian stepped back and planted her hands on her hips. “And where would you suggest looking for him, Mr. Know-It-All?”

Orlando grinned. “Right behind you.”

What?

She spun about—froze.

“Shit,” she heard someone say. Herself. Surprising. It wasn’t a word she often used, but she couldn’t think of a better one just then. She couldn’t think at all. The woods were moving, shadows detaching from shadows. Weird shapes materialized in the mists between the trees, figures on two legs, crowned with antlers and horns. Some wore leaves, some feathers, some fur. One had a wolf’s head, one a bear’s. And one…

Her legs went weak. She knew him—the tall one who stood in a tunic of forest green, his bow in hand, his face hidden behind the folds of a deep hood.

A dream, just a dream…

He stepped toward her.

Marian forgot how to breathe. Dizziness swamped her. She swayed, locked her legs to keep from falling—crumpled, anyway.