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Author: Nazarea
Andrews
Coming December
30th, 2014
BOOK SUMMARY:
Losing
Gwen was one of the hardest things I've ever had to survive. I've never loved
anyone the way I love her.
But
finding her was never about that. And now that I have found her--now that she
knows the truth about me and the Island, I have to trust her to believe.
Because her leaving me didn't just destroy me--its killing Neverland.
I
need her to love me. But we all need her to believe again.
Peter
Pan has grown up and found the girl who left--but the stakes are higher than
ever in this romantic conclusion to the story begun in Girl Lost.
EXCERPT:
Gwen is leaning
against the window. Every time I leave her, I forget. She’s not all gangly
limbs and huge eyes and dirty hair hanging in her face, flinching at her own
shadow. Not anymore. That Gwen still haunts my island, but this—this
Gwen is breathtaking.
She
thinks she’s broken. Fractured pieces of a broken mind, held together by
medication and stubborn denial. But she doesn’t see herself, not the way I do.
Lane
had that right. She’s breathtaking—even now, when I know she’s sad and broken.
She stands straight, a pair of thin sleep pants curving around her ass before
falling loose and free to the floor. Her shoulders are back, graceful and
strong, under the thick sweater she’s wearing, her hair pulled into a messy
knot at the top of her head.
She
can see me, my reflection in the dark glass. And I see the tension in her
tighten, drawing her up and sharp, until she’s almost vibrating with it. “Why
are you here?” she asks, her voice low and hoarse.
She
sounds like that when she’s been crying. I know—I’ve heard her so many times,
heard her tears. Wiped them away. Whispered happy thoughts until I teased a
smile from her.
“Peter,”
she snaps, and I jerk, out of the memories and into the moment.
“You
ran away.”
She
gives an unladylike snort. “You decided you were a delusion of my past, and
then you expected me to sit there and listen to your insane ramblings. Thanks,
but no. I can’t do that. I’ve had enough crazy for one life.” She bites her
lip, and then blurts,
“You
stole my file, didn’t you? That’s how you know about the Boy.”
“Do
you remember the firefly meadow?”
She
goes still, and I smile, gently. “You do.”
“That
wasn’t real,” she whispers, and I feel the shudder.
“We’d
hide there, from the lsot boys. And you’d fall asleep telling me your happy
thoughts, and wake up to a galaxy of fireflies, and we’d chase them until you
made yourself sick, laughing. And then I’d hold you and we’d stare at the
stars, and you always said they were different. It smelled like jasmine and
honey-“
“And
wild woods and freedom,” she whispers, her blue eyes impossibly wide in her
pretty face. I take a tentative step toward her, and touch her fingers.
Why
are your stars different?
“It
wasn’t a delusion, Gwendy. You know it wasn’t. Trust yourself.”
She
shudders. “Can’t. My mind lies. It wasn’t—“
“Gwendy,”
I say, desperately. Her eyes are filling with tears and I can feel the
disbelief, the way it will tear apart the world I’ve known, and the girl I’ve
loved, and I can’t. I move without thinking, catch her head and bring her lips
to mine.
Author
Information:
Nazarea Andrews
is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. She loves
chocolate and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much
as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters,
and overgrown dog.
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