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Welcome to Mid Week Tease, where myself and other author friends post a little something for you, the readers, from some of our published works, up-and-coming releases, and WIPs (Works in Progress).

So, what do I have for you guys this week? How about some of those sexy lost boys?


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?



What in the name of Confucius?
Just steps away, standing beneath the lamp light, stood Petúr, who towered over Bell, her bartender. Bell had rucked up the back of her bar shirt, while he ran his large palm over the surface of what looked to be a lacy, light pink, almost a shimmering scarification, or tattoo of wings across her bare back.
Wyndi blinked. Then blinked again. Something fiery boiled up from her belly, coiled around her bones, and constricted. Were her nostrils flaring? In any case, she was seething, and wanted to snatch Bell bald. Visions of wrapping her fingers around that blonde ponytail and yanking with all her might danced through her head. And, just so she was clear with herself, she wanted to do the said snatching not because she was jealous. No. Jealousy couldn’t be it. Why would she be jealous of a man she didn’t know the first thing about and had absolutely no claim on?
Anyway, back to the problem at hand. She narrowed her gaze. She was livid because this was her bar and her employee was acting like a floozy out in the open where anyone could see her. After all, Jolly Roger’s Bar & Grill did have a certain level of respectability to uphold. Yeah. That sounded more plausible.
Wyndi stomped forward, fists tight, uncaring of the two massive men flanking her.
“What is going on out here?” she asked, voice harsh. She hit Bell with a menacing stare. Switched and glowered up at Petúr whose expression was unreadable. “Because I know I’m not seeing my bartender, in my back lot, half dressed, doing God only knows what with you Petúr.”
She heard Vibe snicker.
“Incoming, big guy!” Dash yelled.
She jumped, startled, her hand going to her chest.
Petúr grabbed both Bell and Wyndi, spun on his heel, flinging them behind him. “Protect the human woman,” Petúr said, kicking into gear.
Some sort of dark swarm emerged out of the shadows on the far end of the parking lot. Eyes rounded, Wyndi backed up. From nowhere another man came running in their direction. “Move!” he yelled, shooting flames out in front of her. The heat was sweltering. Her mouth fell open. Yes, he was shooting flames from his hands.
Bell grabbed onto her by the collar and yanked. They hit the ground in a wallop, purse and computer bag thumping down between them. Her heartbeat pounded in her throat. A sense of déjà vu struck. Had she been on the ground earlier tonight? Yes. She rubbed at her thudding temples. Everything slowed down around her as memories—and they were memories, Wyndi realized—of being accosted by some sort of dark demon thing in the alley played out inside her head as if she were watching a scratchy, looping video.
Vibe. She remembered him staring at her.  Recalled a ruffling sensation, butterfly wings flapping inside her head. Heat. A penetrating vibration. No way. Had Vibe done something to her? Messed with her head somehow? What she was considering made no sense. It just wasn’t possible. Was it?
 She glanced up. Petúr, Vibe, Dash, and the newest arrival, a redheaded human flame thrower, were in a semicircle around her and Bell, taking on the converging monsters in her parking lot with a fluid grace of movement which mesmerized her—a macabre ballet set to the soundtrack of screeching, bones breaking, snarling growls, grunts, hisses, curses, and groans.
In front of her, Petúr gripped two daggers, one in each hand. Even though hell was happening all around her, she couldn’t stop watching him. He ducked blows, bent, spun, kicked, thrust, chopped, slashed, his chocolate colored hair tipped in golden sun swishing around his chiseled cheekbones…. His golden eyes caught in the light, flashing deadly ferocity. God. He was pure banked power and liquid motion as he cut down dark being after dark being, without mercy.
Heads rolled. Blood arced. Dark gnarled remains burst into clouds of smog, leaving behind ash that scattered in the breeze. Perhaps she should be horrified to be witnessing such brutality, or maybe she’d completely lost her mind, but Petúr was utterly fantastic. Coat gone. Shirt hanging in tatters. Glorious muscles flexing. The blood of those monsters splattered across his fallen angel’s face.
He was artwork, yet she didn’t think she’d ever seen any artwork, or anyone, so hauntingly beautiful. 

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  1. Love the tease!! Such a great first book in the Lost Boy series. Can't wait for Book 2!!

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  2. Hmm, art work indeed! Great tease, London :-)

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  3. Fabulous tease! This is such a great book!!

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