Character interview from Lyndi Lamont's Marooned #FallingIntoLove

Title: MaroonedAuthor: Lyndi LamontGenre: Steamy Historical Short Story
 Blurb:
Heather Parnell is traveling from England to her home in Jamaica with her new husband, Roger, a man she detests. She performs a banishing spell with unintended consequences. When their ship is attacked by pirates, Roger is killed. Heather, disguised as a boy, joins the pirate crew.
Pirate captain Adam Langworth suspects there is something odd about the new lad. When he discovers she is a woman, she begs him to keep her secret, a violation of the ships' articles. When her identity is discovered, Adam and Heather find themselves marooned on a deserted island with nothing to do for the rest of their lives but make love.
Disclaimer: This is a 12,000 word steamy romantic short story, not a full-length novel. Previously published by Amber Quill Press. Contains a sexy pirate, a naughty witch, cussing and fornicating.
Buy links:Amazon: http://amzn.com/B00ES2GJ9W Apple: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/marooned/id692424588Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/marooned-15Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/marooned-lyndi-lamont/1017481980  Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/348731
Character Interview with Heather Parnell:
1)     Thanks for sitting down with me today. Tell us a little about yourself.
I was born Heather MacGibbon in Jamaica to Scottish parents. My mother was a practicing witch, and Da thought it best to get her away from Scotland. When Da died, I was forced to marry an odious, greedy Englishman, Roger Parnell.
2)     I understand you have some kind of special power. Can you tell us about it?
I have some talent for spell casting, inherited from my mother.
3)     Did you have special education or training to hone your power?
Ma started to teach me about witchcraft when I was little, but she died before I was fully trained. My spells sometimes go awry. Also, I sometime hear voices in my head. I think they are messages from the Great Goddess.
4)     Do you consider your power a gift or a curse? Why?
’Tis a mixed blessing, for certain. My spells work, but sometimes come with unintended consequences. Like when I performed a banishing spell to rid myself of Roger and ended up getting marooned on a deserted isle with a sexy pirate.
5)     How does having this power complicate your life?
Superstitious people are afeared of witches, so I try to keep my abilities to myself as much as possible.
6)     If you could swap your power for another one, what would it be?
There are other powers? I know naught of them. Nay, I am content to be a witch.
7)     What does your lover think of your abilities?
Adam loves me in spite of my powers, but I’m hoping to show that they can be used for good. I’m working on a spell to summon the wind when our ship is becalmed.
Excerpt: R-rated
Adam stood, walked around the desk and reached for her hands. "What an extraordinary tale."
She laughed, a little hysterically. "It is, is it not? And now even more so since I have been captured by pirates."
"Most well-bred ladies would have fainted by now. I applaud your courage and resourcefulness."
Heather stood to face him, her hand still in his. "I am made of sterner stuff than most ladies."
"I see that. There is, perhaps, one solution to this dilemma. I could claim you as my share-and-a-half from the Sea Rover." He let go of her hands and pulled her to him, one arm around her waist. His other hand grabbed hold of her hair and tugged her head back. She looked up into his face and saw that his eyes were green flecked with gold. They glittered with desire.
Her hands were pressed to his warm chest and her stomach against his groin. She felt his hard shaft and a strange warmth crept over her body. It spoke of anticipation and need. What was wrong with her? She should be repelled and disgusted by his touch. But she was not. Giving her head a quick shake, she forced herself to think logically. "Your share-and-a-half? What does that mean?"
"When a ship is captured, the quartermaster catalogs the goods on board, then it is divided evenly among the crew. The captain receives a share-and-a-half. You would be mine."
He is the one. The words rang through her mind.
"What would you do with me?" she asked, her voice suddenly husky.
"I know what I'd like to do," he said, as his mouth descended.
His lips touched hers, lightly at first, then with more insistence. She waited for the revulsion, but it never came. Instead a languorous warmth spread through her.
"Open your mouth," he murmured against her lips.
"Why?" she asked, just before his mouth closed on her lower lip, sucking on it gently. She gave herself up to his expert kisses, not even objecting when his tongue stole inside her mouth.
Her hands roamed over his chest, enjoying the feel of warm skin and firm muscle. When her fingers grazed one flat male nipple, he groaned low in his throat. Ah, she had found one way to pleasure him. She brushed his nipples with the pads of her fingers, feeling the tips harden, then lightly scored her nails over them.
He sucked in a breath and broke the kiss. "Tease me, will you?"
She smiled and boldly rubbed his nipples again. Even through her sensual haze, she was aware that her future might depend on pleasing this man, in any way possible...
She slid her arms up his chest and pulled his head to hers for another kiss. He responded with an ardor that stole her breath away. His lips were firm and moist, his flesh hard and smooth. Touching him, kissing him, was a pleasure. This was so unlike what she'd experienced on her wedding night, and she now knew how badly she'd been cheated.
He moved one hand to her bum again, kneading her flesh, pressing her closer to his hard shaft. The muscles in her groin tensed with need, and she knew making love with Adam would be pleasure, not pain. His other hand unbuttoned her waistcoat and caressed her bosom.
"Damn," he murmured against her lips. "You bound your breasts."
"I had to," she whispered back.
His response was to unbutton her breeches and push them down around her ankles. His hands delved beneath the hem of her shirt, lightly caressing the sensitive flesh on her thighs, then her bottom. She gasped when his hand brushed her stomach, then moved to cup the pulsing mound of her sex. His fingers parted the folds of flesh and traced her slit, now damp with her own juices.
He probed her opening with the tip of one finger. "You're so hot, and so tight. Like a virgin."
"Not a virgin," she whispered.
"Spread your legs, love," he growled, removing his finger.
Author bio:
Lyndi Lamont is the racy alter ego of author Linda McLaughlin, who writes historical and Regency Romance. Since becoming Lyndi Lamont, she has discovered that writing sexy romance is a license to be naughty, at least between the pages of a book.
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