

First Line Fridays is a bookish meme created and hosted by Hoarding Books. The rules are simple, post the first line(s) of the novel you’re currently reading or in my case next up on your TBR. then head on over to Hoarding Books and link up. (also, if you’re a romance reader loving on those ab covers, be sure to write (mature) next to your linky if your post shows mature content.)
Today’s first line(s) are from:
Pan
(A Neverland Novel #1)
By: Gina L. Maxwell

Then…
Age 12
Neverland, North CarolinaWhen someone is lost, it’s because there’s a place where they normally belong-one where people miss them and never stop looking for them. But me and the other boys have never belonged anywhere but here. No one misses us, and there sure as hell isn’t anyone out there looking for us. So I’m not sure why they call us lost.



Once upon a time, in Neverland, North Carolina–I fell in love.
I was twelve when Peter first climbed up to my balcony.
Thirteen when I sneaked out to see him at the School for Lost Boys.
Seventeen when his touch made me fly,
And eighteen when his words made me cry.
We were magnetic, drawn to each other from that very first night, and what I thought would be forever. But when it came time for me to leave, he wouldn’t come with, soI left town with a map for my future and a shattered heart.
Ten years later, I’ve returned to Neverland, hoping to find a man in place of the boy.
Peter was partially right, growing up is no fun. After quitting my fancy career that sucked the magic out of life, I’m now organizing the fundraiser of the year. In a move that could make or break the event and my new company, I’ve hired Peter, master mechanic and owner of LB Automotive, to help me pull this off–trusting him to rebuild a classic car for the auction that could help hundreds of foster kids in need.
I thought I was prepared, but the boy who refused to leave is now a man hell-bent on getting me to stay, and as sparks fly between us, that undeniable fire flares back to life, deeper and hotter than ever.
But that ripped body doesn’t mean Peter’s matured enough to make us or this event work, and not everyone in Neverland is happy about my return.
Not every wound heals.
Not every heart can be fixed.
Not every boy grows up.
And after all this time, the love we found might be lost to us again…this time, forever.
Pan is an adult contemporary romance retelling of Peter Pan, complete with Wendy, Hook, Tink, and all the Lost Boys. There are no fantasy elements in this world, other than the “magic” that happens between the sheets. 😉
amazon: https://amzn.to/2LTdnDo
amazon worldwide: http://getbook.at/PanGinaLMaxwell

My THoughts:
I cannot wait to dive into this one. I love when authors modernize fairytales and retell them in their own unique ways. I have never read a peter pan (Hook) retelling before! This is going to be all sorts of sweet and wickedly crazy! I’ll be starting this one just as soon as I finish up the trilogy I’m reading right now.

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I would love to see what you all are reading ❤
Peace Love and Happy Reading,

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