Title: Venom
(Sinister Fairy Tales Series)
Author: Dee Garcia
Genre: Dark Romance, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy
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Tink
From the moment I befriended him, I set a conspiracy in motion.
A revolution.
Kill Peter Pan.
And I was their ultimate weapon.
I was also none the wiser, falling hopelessly and irrevocably in love with him as the years went by.
Just as they hoped I would.
But their plan comes to a screeching halt when Peter vanishes into thin air, something I’ll learn has nothing to do with Rosewood at all.
You see, Peter never truly loved me...because he loved a wench instead.
He lied to me, he used me, he left me, and he broke me.
Forever altering me in ways that incite revenge when Hook sweeps in with revelations and the ultimate truth.
Peter may have turned his back on me, but in the end, he and his precious little Wendy will choke on every last tear I once shed.
And I’ll have Hook to thank for that.
Hook
It’s no secret I always despised Peter Pan.
A common threat amongst the factions, I should’ve killed him when I had the chance, long before he sank his claws deep into Tinksley’s heart.
But his death at my hands wasn’t what the plan called for, despite how I felt for her.
I’d always been drawn to the girl, innocently enough at first…until that vile abomination marked her with his stamp, unleashing a sense of propriety I had no rights to.
Didn’t matter—he had her...and I wanted her.
Then like magic, he disappeared.
I thought my time had come, but the road to owning Tinksley’s heart comes with a price.
A price so dark and depraved it strips her of her purity and awakens the beast within.
All because of the truth.
Sometimes, there is honor in revenge, and it will be my utmost pleasure to watch as Peter Pan finally meets his maker.
His maker who will soon be my Queen.
Excerpt . . .
Don’t do it, Tinksley. Turn around, says the angel on my shoulder, a voice I’d forgotten existed amidst the demands of depravity.
Do I listen? Of course not.
I have to know what’s happening. I’m too intrigued not to.
An intrigue that continues amounting as I pass this hand-carved archway with thick spiraled pillars. The pillars themselves aren’t what draws me—it’s the marionette puppets hanging off each one. They’re both female; one blonde, one brunette, both surprisingly quite scantily clad unlike a typical puppet.
I’ve never seen one like this before.
Reaching out to graze the tips of my fingers over one of their wooden bodies, I--
“Boo!” a husky voice ghosts in my ear.
My heart shoots up to my throat as a terrified scream breaks free. Next thing I know, I’m spun around, staring into amused blue eyes.
I literally feel myself deflate in his grip before I can react accordingly.
Bastard.
“What the f*ck!” I shout, wiggling myself free.
Callan chuckles darkly and shakes his head, crossing his arms over his chest. “Look at you. So crass these days.”
I mimic his stance. “What can I say? I learned from the best. You’ve got one helluva sailor’s mouth yourself.”
“I’m not a sailor, love.” He smirks. “A pirate? Yes. The Captain? Obviously. Not a sailor, though.”
Do I listen? Of course not.
I have to know what’s happening. I’m too intrigued not to.
An intrigue that continues amounting as I pass this hand-carved archway with thick spiraled pillars. The pillars themselves aren’t what draws me—it’s the marionette puppets hanging off each one. They’re both female; one blonde, one brunette, both surprisingly quite scantily clad unlike a typical puppet.
I’ve never seen one like this before.
Reaching out to graze the tips of my fingers over one of their wooden bodies, I--
“Boo!” a husky voice ghosts in my ear.
My heart shoots up to my throat as a terrified scream breaks free. Next thing I know, I’m spun around, staring into amused blue eyes.
I literally feel myself deflate in his grip before I can react accordingly.
Bastard.
“What the f*ck!” I shout, wiggling myself free.
Callan chuckles darkly and shakes his head, crossing his arms over his chest. “Look at you. So crass these days.”
I mimic his stance. “What can I say? I learned from the best. You’ve got one helluva sailor’s mouth yourself.”
“I’m not a sailor, love.” He smirks. “A pirate? Yes. The Captain? Obviously. Not a sailor, though.”
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About the Author . . .
Dee Garcia is a voracious fan of romance novels and a long time lover of the written word. Her mission is to craft unique, compelling stories that will give her readers a place to briefly escape the trials and tribulations of everyday reality. With headstrong heroine's who don't need a man to stand on their own two feet, Dee hopes to leave her mark in the Indie world, one plot twist at a time.
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