got to love that cover...
Thanks so much for having me over to visit today
and share a little bit about my new release, Rise of the Lost Prince. My muse had been toying with a story
loosely based on the Fairy Tale of Peter Pan, only for grownups. Sexier.
Darker. With badass warriors. So, I sat the story I was working on aside, and
did what my muse was tugging me to do, and came up with the first book of the
Lost Boy series. The lost boys are different. Not human. But they don’t really
know what they are. They, and their leader Petúr, fight against the darkness
which threatens mankind, and live in an abandoned seaside amusement park
call—Neverland.
I had a fantastic time writing this story and I
hope the readers out there fall in love with all the characters as much as I
have. *Smiles*
Word
Count: 32K
Genre:
M/F Erotic Romance, Paranormal, Fairy Tale, Fantasy, Action/Adventure, Gothic
Blurb:
They fight to
protect those who would never welcome them into the human world...
Petúr always knew he and his
brothers-in-arms were different. Something more. Something not human. Yet, he
never expected to find out the truth of their origins, nor fall for a human
woman whose father was set to destroy Neverland.
Ever since she was a child, Wyndi
dreamed of an angel with eyes of the purest gold, although she never really
believed such a man existed until she met the hauntingly beautiful Petúr of the
lost boys.
With a prophecy to fulfill, a woman
to protect, a portal to find, and evil darklings out for blood, will Petúr be
strong enough to rise up and claim what’s rightfully his, or lose everything to
a long-time nemesis, Grapple the Dark?
Buy
Links:
Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/rise-of-the-lost-prince-by-london-saint-james
Excerpt:
“Ma’am?”
Her long lashes fluttered, causing spiky
shadows to stipple the tops of her cheeks. “I forgot my laptop. I need to get
it from my office,” she said. “That’s where I was going when I got mugged.”
“Here
you go,” said Dash. He’d gathered up the woman’s things and tucked them back
into her purse. “I don’t think he got anything.” He handed the tan bag over to
her. “I think we interrupted the mugger. Petúr tried to catch him, but he got
away.”
“Thank
you,” she said, taking her scuffed-up purse.
“It’s a
good thing we were walking past this alley,” said Vibe. “We heard you scream
and—”
“Yes,”
she said in a robotic voice, nodding. “You scared off the mugger.” She was
looking at Petúr in that unseeing, vacant way, the pupils in her eyes large and
pulsing.
He
inclined his head. “Here,” he said. “Let me help you up.” He gave her his hand.
She took hold, and he couldn’t stop himself from noticing the petal softness of
her skin. After she was steady on her feet, he thought to introduce himself. No
need to be uncivilized. “I’m Petúr.” He pointed to his right. “That’s Vibe.”
Vibe gave her a two finger salute. Petúr tilted his head to his left. “And
that’s Dash.”
“I’m
Wyndi,” she said, her voice becoming less animated. “Wyndi Darlingheart.”
“Of
Darlingheart Incorporated?” Petúr asked.
She
brushed a few strands of hair from her face. “In a roundabout way.”
What
did that mean?
“Roundabout?”
Dash asked the question he himself was dying to know.
She
glanced at Dash and kept her gaze trained on him for a long moment. A too long
moment. Something hot and possessive twisted in Petúr’s gut. He wanted to reach
out and turn her pointed little chin back in his direction, away from the other
warrior.
“Cromwell
Darlingheart is my father,” she said.
That
piece of information got the muscle in Petúr’s jaw to working and quickly
stamped out the unusual possessiveness he’d been experiencing.
“Father?”
he asked, needing the confirmation one more time.
She
nodded and looked up. Her sky-blue gaze went to his mouth then flitted up to
his eyes, locking with him. She gasped.
“What?”
The
woman welded her beautiful eyes shut and muttered, “Nothing.”
Could
she be afraid of him? No. He didn’t think it was fear he saw swimming in the
depths of those liquid blue pools. More like realization of him, mixed with
feminine lust.
His
golden gaze meandered over her, catching on her cleavage a moment, before moving
on to the shape of her hips. Curvaceous.
He cleared his throat. Her long lashes fluttered open. Unable to help himself,
he was staring at her spectacular face once again. She worked her bottom lip
over with her teeth.
She was
an oddly captivating, deliciously sweet smelling, eye sparkling female with a
mouth he wanted to taste. Taste? Really?
He mulled that over for a moment. Yes. He wanted... No. What he was
experiencing was more than mere want. He needed to taste her. All of her, he realized taken aback.
He’d
been with numerous women before in a quick, rough coupling just to satisfy his
animalistic desires, however he was having thoughts he’d never had.
Animalistic, yes, but….
He
studied her, the arch of her brows, the way strands of her hair framed her
face. How delicate she was compared to him. Wyndi
Darlinghart. He allowed her name—the daughter of the rich scum-sucking
asshole who’d purchased Neverland, intent on clearing the land, as well as him
and the lost boys out of their home—to simmer.
Her
sweet cotton candy scent assaulted his nose once more. His dick stirred beneath
the leather of his D-ring jeans. Would she melt in his mouth like the candy
would? His brow furrowed. What was wrong with him? He took in another deep
breath, allowing her bouquet to linger. Maybe the ache would go away if he just
tasted those full lips. No. He shook his head in an attempt to shake away the
urge.
Seconds
ticked by. Damn it. He couldn’t shake off what he was feeling. His eyes
narrowed. Of all the women in the world, why did it have to be this woman he
seriously wanted to thoroughly enjoy in a slow, lingering manner?
Because
fate is a cruel bitch. That’s why.
“She’s a
Darlingheart,” he heard Vibe say.
No. Not
say, but project inside his head.
“Right,”
he mumbled, but when Wyndi’s eyelids fluttered open, and she locked gazes with
him once more, all the hardened steel he’d erected around himself, as well his
common sense, fell away.
Crazy
though it might well be, Petúr found himself, for the first time in his long
life, wishing for more. More time
with her. He wanted to talk, and touch, and kiss. Shit. He wanted to kiss her
so bad he physically hurt.
He
broke the eye contact this time, and turned away. Who was he kidding? He might
want more than fast, anonymous, no strings attached sex, but he wasn’t a
choirboy either. For what he had in mind, there would be strings. Maybe even
ropes.
“We’ll
walk you to your office,” Petúr said, unwilling to let her out of his sight, as
he tried to tell himself the over-protectiveness was necessary, even though
darklings never attacked the same person twice.
“Um…”
Wyndi muttered.
He
watched her out of the corner of his eye. “That’s where you said you were
headed, right?”
“Yes.”
She straightened her shoulders and took the lead.
Petúr
homed in on the sway of those hips as she walked in front of him. Oh yeah. He might want more. More than
he’d ever given or received from any other woman, yet he also wanted to strip
this little human, go to his knees, and map her feminine folds with his mouth,
listening to her call out his name in a breathy entreaty as he tasted her
pleasure upon his tongue.
LSJ Bio
and Social Links
London Saint James has lived in many places, but
never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled
down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her
husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.
As an award-winning, bestselling,
multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the
scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and
all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off
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