Why is there a boy who doesn’t want to grow up?
How can an apple start the sweetest romance in fairytale history?
And what does a ruthless pirate have to do with it all?
Some of you know that I’ve been working on a Peter Pan adaption for the past few weeks. Well, I’m nearing The End and last week we finished works on a great book cover.
And for a little fun, read a short excerpt of the book.
THIS IS A pirate ship, goddammit! Does this girl have no instinct of self preservation—or respect for the captain, for that matter?
I take a couple of deep breaths to control my temper instead of taking Angel over the knee, which no man in this world could blame me for if I did.
“You said I’m still your prisoner,” Angel croaks. At least now she seems to realize she took one step too far this time.
“And you refused to set sail and help me get home.”
I mirror her closed-off composure, but with my arched eyebrows I dare her. “Did I?”
My counter question silences her. She shifts her sweet lips to one side and narrows her eyes at me. “I merely refused to let you skewer me with my own dagger,” I add…and smile.
Not losing one bit of her skepticism, she yet lets a breeze of curiosity swap over her face. “So you actually considered searching for London?”
Considered is the right word. “Aye.” And I’m even more inclined now that I know she holds information that I could coax out of her with the right tactic. Threatening her with death didn’t work. Blackmailing her with the prospect of eternal prison on this ship only encouraged her to incite my crew to mutiny. Bargaining is something I loath to do, but it’s my last resort with Angel. This girl’s will is like a freaking fort.