[The Guardian's Wild Child Blog Tour] Excerpt

The Fairytale Nerd is the next stop on The Guardian's Wildchild Blog Tour! The Guardian's Wildchild is written by Feather Stone.

I am a Canadian. Okay, so you get a vision of a peacekeeper, right? Mountains and wheat fields. Correct! Oil rigs and Inuit communities. Rivers and cold winters. Give yourself A+. To describe myself, I would have to say I'm as diverse as my beautiful country and its people.
I grew up on a cattle farm in Genesee, Alberta. It was there I developed a love for outdoors, and my horse, Dusty. In 1965 I graduated from Warburg High School and went on to nursing school.
Later, I discovered my passion in emergency medicine and become a paramedic in 1983. I worked for the City of Edmonton's emergency medical services until 2008.
My husband gets a tad testy at times as I have several projects in varying stages of completion all the time. These range anywhere from digging up my flower beds, training my sheltie, knitting another afghan, writing another novel, photography, geneology, the list goes on. I'm never bored - and I don't think my husband is. Oh, did I say that I also like to play poker, pretty good at it too. With all that activity, I also love quiet time, sit in silence in a forest, meditate, and slide into a shamanic dimension.
I have experienced the paranormal since I was a child. Therefore, I don't think of these events as odd. They're gifts and I treasure and hold them as sacred. I met my spirit guide when I was about seven. Later, when I was drowning in a lake and laying on the sandy bottom, accepting death. My guide whispered, "If you stand you can breathe." I did as he beckoned and survived, obviously (LOL). Many times my guides have spoken to me, including my father a few years after he died. Now that was unexpected!
I believe everyone is visited by his/her guide though we are often too busy to notice the stranger offering a moment of comfort or assistance. We are all capable of experiencing the paranormal, if you so choose. Sit in silence once each day, even if only for five minutes. Empty the chatter in your mind. Enjoy the bliss.
I enjoy talking to all people from all cultures and religions. There is a magical tapestry to the human race, exciting and vibrant. Everyone is special with talents, sometimes yet to be discovered. I like to bring out the best in everyone I meet. Though we have challenges in accepting peoples differences, I hope we will learn to celebrate how much we are the same, and that all people have a place on this jewel of a planet.

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Seeing Her For the First Time

…You still game for that picnic?”

Sidney stepped closer. “You name the place and time and I’ll be there.”

Sam’s first reaction was to step away, but he resisted the urge and found the closeness with Sidney more comfortable than before.

“‘Course, you know, Captain, there are rules.”

Sam’s eyes opened wide. “Rules? You? That’s hard to believe. Okay, what are your rules?”

“Well, first of all, no uniform. No hint of your rank or connection with the navy. I want to talk to Samaru, not Captain Waterhouse. Second, unconditional trust — both ways.”

“Uh huh. What else?”

Sidney studied him briefly. “You know, I’ve got this feeling I could ask for almost anything right now and you’d agree to it, even the candle.”

Sam knew she was right. He felt so good, he’d agree to almost anything she asked for. The impending insanity had vanished. He’d had a taste of a Darkness he thought only existed in the minds of the criminally insane. He vowed he’d no longer be the admiral’s puppet. Sidney was now his ace in the hole. She didn’t know it, but she was going to get him out from under the admiral’s death grip. He tried to put on an authoritative tone in his voice. It barely qualified.

“Don’t push your luck, Sidney,” he said, playfully tapping her nose. “You’re still a prisoner — for the time being anyway.” Then, still feeling elated, he teased. “What’s your schedule like for tonight? Care for a picnic on my veranda?”

“See — you can have a picnic on a ship. Shall I dress up or down?” She grinned.

The Guardian's Wildchild

by Feather Stone

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.

Now go check out the other blogs that are part of the tour!