Feather Stone, author of, The Guardian’s Wildchild, is hosting a fabulous kick off party at her blog today. There will be numerous other blogs also hosting events throughout the day. I’m delighted to be taking part by hosting a sneak peek at a snippet of the book.
Sidney Davenport is known as Wildchild to her Guardian mentor, Greystone. She rebels against rules. Wildchild is gifted in the paranormal, but carefully conceals her powers from the world. Even in the crises that threaten her life, she refuses to use her powers of telepathy, telekinesis, space/time travel. If her enemies discovered the truth of who she is, her Guardian people would be destroyed. She calls upon her spirit guides, Seamus and Celeste, to guide her through a mine field of the insane - Madame and Captain Butchart.
Sidney leaves her home on Hawk's Island to help the underground stop two people who are about to cause worldwide madness. Unskilled in esponage, she is arrested and sentanced to death. But, God help Sidney, she can't deny her attraction to the man who has orders to perform her execution - the tall, dark eyed Captain Waterhouse. He's meticulous, disciplined and lives by the strict rules expected of an officer of the American navy.
Captain Waterhouse is about to scrap his higher morals to bust out of his hell. When a female prisoner is delivered to his ship, he has no idea she is capable of turning his disciplined life into a storm of unimaginable experiences. His prisoner's enemies, he discovers, are also the ones who hold his life in the palm of their hands.
Now for an except:
Sam looked deeply into Sidney’s eyes. It was a mistake. The tightness in his chest made it difficult to breathe. His throat became restricted, as if a hand was squeezing his Adam’s apple. Swallowing hard, he flexed the muscles in his back to stand as rigid as the spine on his rule book. Bridges waited with the pistol in its holster on his hip. Finally, Sam was able to breathe again. Stepping back, he began the procedure.
“Sidney Davenport, you’ve been found guilty of spying and sabotage and sentenced to death. Under the regulations established by the United States of America Naval Authority, you’re hereby to be executed forthwith. Lieutenant Bridges, you’re commanded to carry out the execution of the prisoner.”
Bridges stepped forward and ordered the guards to place Sidney in the chair. Before they could, she knelt down in front of Sam. As the guards were about to hoist her onto the chair, Sam waved them off. “She can remain there.”
The guards began to place the handcuffs on her. She slightly resisted.
“Leave the cuffs off.” Sam ordered, and the guards stepped a few feet back.
Dr. Duncan and Lorna stood beside Lieutenant Morton. They made no eye contact with Sam. Their gaze remained on the prisoner. “Proceed, Lieutenant,” ordered Sam.
Bridges stepped forward. He pulled out his pistol, cocked it, and aimed it toward Sidney’s head. She remained very still with her eyes closed although her shoulders trembled slightly. The lieutenant’s gun was within two feet of her right temple. As he began to squeeze the trigger, his hand shook. He grabbed that hand with the other to steady it. Still his hand shook. “Captain, I ”
Bridges handed the gun to Sam.
Exciting stuff. For more on The Guardian’s Wildchild and the Kick Off Party, follow the links to Feather’s blog.