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The big day of the cover reveal for Neverland has come. I put an awefully lot of thought into the design and I had a wonderful graphic artist who nailed it down to the very bubbles under water. In this place I want to shout out a HUGE thank you to my friend, co author and fabulous cover designer, Jaimey Grant!! Big hugs! You rock, girl!
And here it is! Tadaa!
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?
Angelina McFarland loves reading fairytales. But she never dreamed of falling right into one herself. That’s exactly what happens when she slips on her balcony and a flying Peter Pan catches her mid-fall.
Ending up in Neverland where no one seems to age and laws of nature are out of control, Angel has no idea how to get home. Worse, the ruthless Captain Hook captures her and keeps her trapped on his ship, the Jolly Roger, where she gets caught between the lines of a timeless battle. But the more time Angel spends with the captain, the more she sees beneath his ruthless façade.
As Angel desperately tries to find a way to return to her real life, she discovers a train ticket to London in her pocket. It won’t be any help in getting off the island, but as her memory fades away the longer she stays, this is all she has left to remind her of her former life and why she can’t give up trying.
Or is staying in Neverland forever the better choice after all?
Grab a happy thought and follow Angel on an adventure that will keep you breathless and smiling long after you read the last page…
That isn’t enough for you? How about an excerpt from the middle of the book then? 😉
Apparently, the only ship that still sails the ocean is the Jolly Roger. I need a plan to move the ship in the right direction.
Or…have it moved.
An anticipating smile slips to my lips as I turn around and stare at the Do not enter note. It’s been fastened to the door with a dagger. Heck, all the time it was there in front of my nose and I didn’t see it? Seems like I don’t need a pistol after all.
I pull the dagger out just in time when the sound of the other office door opening drifts to me. The heels of Hook’s boots clack on the wood behind the door. So he’s back and apparently he’s alone. This is my best bet to convince him of my intentions. I don’t take another minute to think, just a moment to hide the silver dagger in the pocket of my dress. It’s too long and the tip of the blade stands out, so I cover it by sliding my hand into the pocket, too. Using the other, I knock.
“Last time I saw you disappear into that room, you locked the door,” comes his muffled answering growl.
Right. I turn the key and take this as an invitation to enter.
Hook stands by the middle window behind his desk, his back turned to me. When I close the door, he looks over his shoulder. “What can I do for you?” There’s an obvious note of irritation in his voice.
I almost back out of my plan, but with the image of my baby sister hugging her teddy bear in my mind, I take a deep breath, square my shoulders and say, “For one, you could let me off this ship, Captain.”
Hook lets his attention glide outside again and chuckles. “Off this ship…” Then he slowly turns, skirts his desk and half sits on the edge, his ankles crossed and his arms folded over his chest. Tilting his head and smiling just enough to make me wonder if he locked his nasty pirate manners away for a moment, he studies me over the five feet distance between us. “Tell me, Miss London, where would you go if I let you free?”
I shrug, lifting my chin. “Back to the seaport. Finding someone who can tell me how to leave Neverland.”
“You already know that this ship is your only chance to leave. None of the people in town can help you. Most of them don’t even realize that there’s a place outside Neverland.”
“But you do.”
He grips the edge of the desk with both hands. “I have seen others come here. But I’ve never seen one leave again.”
I tighten my hold of the dagger’s handle in my pocket for more courage. “Still, you think it’s possible?”
A soft laugh rocks his chest. It’s the same warm sound I heard from him yesterday before he lured me onto his ship. “Tell you what,” he says. “You show me where my treasure is, and I’ll tell you what I think.”
My sealed lips yesterday on the edge of the plank obviously couldn’t convince him. “Why do you think I even know?”
“Oh, just a feeling,” he taunts me.
“A feeling?” I’m testing the word on my tongue. “Know what? I have a feeling, too.”
“Wanna tell me about it?” Hook still looks like we’re only making nice conversation here, while underneath my skin all my muscles are hard like taut wire. Admittedly, the friendly captain is much less disturbing than his real personality. But I won’t be deceived this time.
“Sure.” I mimic his teasing smile. “I have this feeling that you’re going to steer the ship away from the shore like about right now and see if you can find London for me.”
He lifts both his brows in a challenging way. “And just what makes you so sure about that?”
“My little friend here!” I snap and swiftly move forward. Pulling the dagger from my pocket, I press the point to the base of his throat. There! Stunned speechless, he stares at me wide-eyed and with his chin lifted.
“Convinced?” I ask smugly.
Too quickly, amusement replaces his surprised expression and he starts to chuckle. “Not quite.” Wrapping his hand around mine on the dagger, he moves it away from his throat. Simple as that.
My mouth falls open.
He straightens from the desk and steps closer. I don’t have a chance to back away, because he’s still holding my hand in his. My fingers would certainly shake if he didn’t press them together so firmly. “Let me explain one thing to you, Angel,” he says in a darker voice than before and dips his head so we’re gazing at each other’s eyes from only two inches away. “Never point a knife at a pirate, if you’re not one hundred percent sure you’ll use it.” He brushes a strand of my hair out of my eyes and hooks it behind my ear, resting his hand in the crook of my neck and shoulder. “If you only had a little bit of the ruthlessness in you that you’re trying to feign here, you would’ve already used the information about the treasure’s lair to buy yourself free.”
His breath tastes of the rum he must have been drinking last night, but his eyes are sober. Heck, did he just offer me a deal?
Stay tuned for more! 🙂