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Character Name: Captain Waterhouse
Personality Type: Alpha and Protective
Author: Feather Stone
Book Title: The Guardian’s Wildchild
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Author Website: http://www.featherstoneauthor.blogspot.com
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.
Through stunning imagery, an intricate and adventurous plot, and a strong cast of characters, Feather Stone gives readers a fast paced story woven with murder and magic.
‘Getting to Know You’ columnist, Leah Down, stomped out of her boss’ office. What was she thinking? Interview a widowed, dull owner of a boat charter company? Yah, so it’s a sailing yacht but from I know about seamen and their lecherous minds, I’d rather kiss a friggin frog.
Leah arrived at the New Seattle dock late, half hoping Waterhouse and his boat ‘Wildchild’ had already sailed. Another part of her was curious. She’d heard women gossip about the tall, dark eyed handsome man in his late-thirties. They had been suspiciously quiet about intimate details.
He was waiting.
His captain’s hat, pulled low, hid the most of his face. He wore a crisp white short sleeved shirt and pressed navy blue pants. Standing erect, feet apart and his hands on his hips, Captain Waterhouse projected confidence, without arrogance. There was no mistaking him for anyone but the master of Wildchild.
Leah hesitated, nearly frozen on the steps leading to the beautiful yacht with its tangerine sails, silvery blue hull and oak trim. She caught herself staring at the muscles of his arms, and his exposed chest. Lecherous!
“You’re late!” he barked. “Are you going to stand there and gawk or come aboard?” He removed his hat.
Leah detected a grin. She almost floated up to him, suddenly mesmerized by the dark eyes. He didn’t just look at her. He saw her. No one had ever laid eyes upon her as he did – as if his vision saw beneath her white capris and black tank top. The intimacy shook her.
She reclaimed her composure. “Hello Captain Waterhouse. I’m Leah Down.” She lifted her hand and gasped as his large hand swallowed her dainty paw. Get a grip on yourself, woman, she chastised herself. “Do you have time for an interview, captain?”
He smiled showing a set of perfect white teeth. “For a lovely lady, of course, but after my customers disembark at next port. Then we can chat more privately about those intimate questions, Leah. And just call me, Sam.”
It sounded suggestive, but his eyes never wavered from hers, never drifted down to her chest or the rest of her feminine curves. He handed her a list of passenger rules and pointed out her life jacket, Number 8.
“And, for being late, there’s a penalty.” He turned to the other seven passengers. “Anyone know what that is?”
Apparently they had rehearsed the answer for they all laughed and called out, “She serves us drinks.”
With a flick of his wrist, the land lines fell away and Wildchild lurched, anxious to be released into deep water. Leah stumbled as she headed to the tray of drinks. Sam wrapped his arm around her waist and held her upright.
“Make sure you clean up spills. Mop is below deck,” he said as he released her and spoke as if she was merely a deck hand.
Leah felt the ship’s pleasure as her sails captured the warm wind and her bow surged into the heaving waves. With Sam at the helm, Wildchild virtually flew along the Pacific coastline to Vancouver Island.
When they were finally alone and returning to New Seattle, he stood beside Leah at Wildchild’s railing. “Now, about those questions, intimate stuff, I suspect,” he said tucking a lock of her long golden hair behind her ear.
Leah hesitated, unusually embarrassed by her prying inquiries. “Okay, here goes. What is your ideal woman like?”
Sam leaned back against the railing and removed his hat. “Hmm, let’s see,” he said thoughtfully, running his fingers through his dark brown hair. “I like a woman who knows her own mind, compassionate, honest. Takes good care of herself. Knows when to be tough, and when to be soft. That’s important. And willing to step out of her comfort zone, ready for an adventure,” he said grinning. “A woman like that is irresistible.”
Leah chuckled. “That’s all?”
Sam leaned toward her. “Her smile,” he said gently tracing the contours of Leah’s lower lip. “The way her eyes light up when she smiles. You have a beautiful smile, Leah.”
“I like that, too,” he said caressing her face.
Leah felt her body tingle with excitement. She cleared her throat and checked the notes on her ipad. “Okay, let’s see what’s next. Ah, what do you like the least about yourself?”
“That’s easy. I tend to be a bit anal about rules.” He shrugged, “Okay, more than a bit. But I’m working on that.”
Leah playfully punched his shoulder and grinned. “I think you’re doing okay. After all, you waited for me. Now what are the three most important things in your life?
“That’s easy. My kids, my honor, and at the present moment – you.”
Leah’s knees threatened to give way. “Wow, thank you, Sam. What music do you enjoy?”
Sam groaned. “I’d rather read a book, non-fiction stuff. Not much for music except for Fleetwood Mac.” Sam winced and shook his head. “Listen to it only when no one is around. Every time I hear ‘You Make Loving Fun’ I start dancing.”
“What’s so bad about that?”
“You haven’t seen me dance,” he said laughing. “I make sure my kids are in bed.”
”Hmm, I think I’ve got a surprise for you later. What is your favorite curse word?”
“I suppose you mean real nasty stuff. Oh, hell, I gave up cursing when I hit thirty. Seemed a bit too red neck and disrespectful to ladies. Part of my rulebook about being an officer and a gentleman.”
“You’re kidding! I mean, when you’re in the throes of passion you never use sexy curses?”
Sam pulled Leah close and whispered in her ear. “That would be for your ears only, Leah.”
Leah giggled. “Okay, I don’t think I should ask this but my boss would have a fit if I didn’t. How do you seduce or excite a woman?”
“Truth is I don’t intend to seduce. And there’s no such thing as one size fits all. Every woman is different, wants to be treated special. But, if we’re both feeling some heat, and both want to fan the flames, anything goes. That’s the fun. Discovering her secrets and be ready at the helm to take her to a place she’s never been before.
Leah glanced at the last question. ‘Where is the most exciting place you ..?’ She hit a few keys on her ipad and kicked off her shoes. “Here’s your surprise, Sam.”
Sam chuckled. “No more questions?”
Leah cranked up the sound as her music selection began to play. “Ya, there’s one but you can’t answer it yet, babe.” Leah’s hips began to playfully tease as the song’s rhythm began its seduction.
Sam whistled and followed Leah’s lead. “We’re going to be late. Very late ….”
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