Peter Pan is all grown up and seriously sexy! The descriptions in this book were beautiful! Wyndi and Petur were fabulous characters. I also really liked the other ‘lost boys’. Everyone had a solid, dimensional feel to them. There was great action scenes and sizzling romance. The four stars is actually for the plot. It’s peter pan and the Fae plus there’s magic and flying warriors. There’s also a fairy that can shape shift into a...hummingbird. That was confusing. Was she a fairy or shape shifter? Both? Was she a giant hummingbird or did she shrink? What does hummingbirds have to do with anything? Oh, and ALL the lost boys have their own unique power. It was a lot going on. Too much. But the story was really good and I loved the idea of a Peter Pan for grownups. Wyndi and Petur had great chemistry. Between the action and the romance I really enjoyed this book. I’d be interested in seeing where the series goes from here.
Lost Boys, 1
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?
Her tongue darted out, licking her lips. Was she nervous? Well, he’d be the balm to soothe those nerves. He focused on her mouth. Those delicious lips were kiss swollen and moist, making his cock strain even more against the constraint of his pants.
“Okay,” she said in a small, breathy voice, the lids covering her blue eyes at half-mast.
He reached for the hem of the too big nightshirt covering the body he had to see, lifting until he revealed her little white panties and lacy bra covered breasts. Blood raced through his veins. He wanted to do everything with her. To her. Touch all over. Taste every inch of her. Put his fingers and cock into the tight, warm sheath he knew was awaiting him.
Take her. Hell yeah. Those two words became a chant within his mind. He wanted to take his woman in every position he could imagine and then some. His woman? Yes. Yes she was his, or would be. Slow your roll. You don’t want to scare her. He had to maintain. He couldn’t go at her like some out of control beast.
Leaning down, he kissed between the creamy mounds of her cleavage, skimmed his cheek across the apex of her right breast, watching goose bumps scatter across her flesh in a wanton invitation. Unable to stop himself from licking her, he lapped at her in one, long, lingering stroke, from the top edge of the bra, up her collarbone, only stopping because the material he’d lifted hindered his progress being bunched around her neck.
“Oh, hell,” he muttered. “You taste so good.”
She shook, and he wanted her shakes.
“Yes,” he answered, feeling her warm palms slide down his biceps. Even that tantalized him. “I’m already addicted.” He went to his elbows, slid his hands under her shoulder blades, arching her up, dropped his head, grabbed the flimsy middle of her bra with his teeth, bit, and tugged, ripping it free.
“Oh!” she uttered.
Moving the material aside with his nose, he pulled back enough to see her, soaking every bit of her pink and white flesh in with his eyes, before flicking a rosebud nipple with the tip of his tongue.
“Petúr.” He reveled in the sound of his name falling from her lips, and sucked the nipple he’d been teasing into his mouth. “Mm…We should stop.” He lightly bit. Swirled his tongue around the aroused nub. “Oh…Never mind. Don’t stop,” she uttered, as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Never stop. No.” He sounded like a Neanderthal, but just then, when Wyndi pressed herself into his erection, he didn’t care.
Confession time...although I've been cyber buds with London for some time now, this was the first title of her's I've read. *shame face* I'll blame that on my own writing, marketing, and children! Just don't have enough time to read these days. But anyhoo. Onto the yummies... London blew me away. Nothing better than reading a 'new author' and loving the voice and style so much that you're searching for the next title within minutes!! Rise of the Lost Prince is dark, gritty, hot, and all together WAY TOO SHORT! This is one of those tales you want to delve into for days on end. You're so caught up that you see, smell, and feel what the characters do. Your children whine in the background...but do you hear them? Nope. Hubs watches Pawn Stars or American Pickers while you're devouring sentence after sentence, but do you hear the hum of the TV? Nope. Loved loved loved this book, and I can't wait for the next one! Well done, London!
With a series title like Lost Boys, I should have expected that London St. James had turned Peter Pan into an adult version in the Rise of the Lost Prince. The names Petúr and Wyndi are in the blurb, so it's not like I should have missed that inference at all. However, I've read rewrites that are slapstick adaptations and that started me off rather nervous with this story. Petúr isn't exactly human, and neither are his brothers-in-arms, the Lost Boys. What they are, really, they don't know. The superpowers they posses have made them outcasts among the "normal" humans, despite the fact that they don't hurt anyone and simply want to be left alone. Street kids, loners, rejects, they've banded together in order to survive and protect themselves. Apart from their extraordinary talents, think X-men/comic book superhero, they know they belong together because of one strange similarity: none of them can remember having a family, a home, or a birthplace. It's like they were brought into the world as children instead of babies. All of them long to know their origin, but how to go about doing so? Wyndi, like her children's story counterpart is fully human. Yet, despite her instant attraction to Petúr under dangerous circumstances, she knows she's met him before - in her dreams, literally. Hidden under the tough guardian exterior is the playful little boy who's visited her dreams and kept her company in her lonely childhood. Apart from that tenuous connection, why is there an undeniable pull and link between them? The Darklings have always been out to destroy the Boys, another thing they don't know the reason why. What vendetta lies between them and their kind? Most inexplicable of all is that they've set their sights on Wyndi. And that has Petúr very, very angry. With an unexpected mix of Fae mythology and British bedtime story (although it's not that farfetched,moments to think of it), Peter Pan gets a new breath of life with a really big twist. Most of the main characters are here, from Tinkerbell to Captain Hook, if in new personas after about a hundred years. This introduction is a lot of fun with a ton of well-written fight scenes, lots of hot and steamy encounters, and uber-sexy grown lost boys. Adult fairy tale it is in more ways than one. Seamlessly woven into modern life full of tech and contemporary counterparts like frat kids, there wouldn't be a better way to spend a lazy weekend than with the Rise of the Lost Prince. Even if London St James wrote it with the expected cliffhanger, it being a series after all, it's not one that would leave you frustrated at how the novel ended. It's a very satisfying conclusion that will still keep you looking out for the next book in the Lost Boys series.
I absolutely fell in love with this story, and was drawn into the world of the Lost Boys from the start. It has it all. Fae and Demons. Magic and Fantasy. A unique spin of a Fairy Tale. Including romance! Ms. St. James has created something really special with this book, and I for one am looking forward to this series.