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Hook's Pan

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Table of Contents
 

Hook’s Pan

 
 

Trishelle Page has known pain in her life, but instead of it making her weak, she's stronger. Confident. That is until the day a fairy kidnaps her during her staring role in Peter Pan's play and tells her not only do fairy tales exist, but that she's the soul mate of the pirate they call Hook, making her question everything she ever thought she knew.

 

Captain James Hook is a man at the end of his rope. He's not the villainous bastard tales have made him out to be. So when the curvaceous blonde drops, literally at his feet, he aims to prove it to her. If only to get her into his bed.

 

What neither one knows is that fate and magic are conspiring and they can deny the attraction all they want, but their happily ever after is already written. It’s just a matter of getting there.

 
 
 

Hook’s Pan

     
 
 

This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

 

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher, Marie Hall, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in the context of reviews.

 

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Applications should be addressed in the first instance, in writing, to Marie Hall.

 

Unauthorized or restricted use in relation to this publication may result in civil proceedings and/or criminal prosecution.

 

The author and illustrator have asserted their respective rights under the Copyright Designs and Patent Acts 1988 (as amended) to be identified as the author of this book and illustrator of the artwork.

 

Published in 2013 by Marie Hall, Honolulu, Hawaii, United States of America

 
 
 

Dedication

 
 

To my fans. Seriously, this series has helped me to meet so many new and wonderful readers. I hope you guys know I do this for you. I love hearing from my fans, and in fact, there are some special ones I’d like to dedicate here today. Some time ago I held a name that mermaid contest on my blog and I got SO many great names that I knew I couldn’t just pick one off the list. I used every last suggestion and I want the world to know that these awesome names came not from me, but from you guys. My super fans. In no particular order:

 
 

Nixie~ Charity

 

Kai~ Jessica

 

Gabriella~ Lauren

 

Amane~ Hillary

 

Maiven~ Crazy Numbers

 

Sirenade/Sircco~ Copper Goddess

 

Aolani~ Amelia

 

Viz~ Livia

 

Julie~ Julie (And while you’re not a mermaid, you’re definitely felt *smile*)

 
 

And last but not least, I’d like to thank Danika. Because without her whispering in my ear and telling me all about her bad boys, this might have never happened.

 
Chapter 1
 
 

James twirled the amber fluid in his tumbler, mesmerized by the golden brown glow. His cabin was alive with the rich scent of whiskey and the snapping crackle of wood smoke. Slumped over his mahogany desk, he shifted the crystal from one end to the other, gazing on as the firelight danced across its corrugated surface, casting prisms of rainbow light around a room that dripped with luxury.

 

Everything a man could want.

 

Red velvet curtains tied back with golden tassels, Turkish rugs from the farthest corners of Neverland. Sage and pine laced incense undulated like a snake’s coil around his face, making him dizzy each time he inhaled.

 

The night was long and the ship asleep, listing softly on the waves. But his mind would not rest, not for the last hundred years.

 

Not after he’d lost
her
.

 

His beautiful, innocent Talia.

 

Another dram of whiskey burned its way down his throat. He shuddered as it settled like hot lead in his gut, easing the ache in his cold, miserable heart.

 

He hadn’t deserved her.

 

But still she’d chosen him.

 

James toyed with the locket on his desk, clasping and unclasping the lock. Clenching it so hard in his fist for a moment he thought he might bend it. With a start, he released the necklace.

 

It settled back on his desk with a loud ping in the startling quiet.

 

He shook himself like a dog as the memories continued to plague him. Her eyes—ice blue and frozen forever with pain and fear—
that boy
flitting around her, his tiny dagger still deep in her gut.

 

And what a great actor he’d been, because for a moment James could almost believe Peter hadn’t meant to do it. His face had been so still, so shocked, that it’d scrambled James’ brain.

 

She’d agreed to marry him—to become his forever and for always, the next day was to be their wedding. They’d been such opposites, he a scurvy pirate, she a docile mermaid. And yet, their souls had connected. He’d given her everything, his oath, his bond, his love…

 

“I should have known that
boy
would ruin it all,” he whispered drunkenly as heat beat forceful through his blood. James downed the rest of the liquid, wishing he could just die from alcohol poisoning like a normal man.

 

But not here, not in Neverland where one could consume copious amounts of liquor and meat and never fatten or get a rancid liver.

 

Stuck forever in a state of limbo unless skewered like a stuck pig, just like his precious Talia had been.

 

His nostrils flared as the horror of that night replayed each and every awful minute in slow and exacting detail. They’d planned to meet at dusk. He hadn’t seen her the whole of the day and anticipation had made him antsy, he’d arrived ten minutes earlier than scheduled. And that’s when he’d seen her—laying in the sand, blue eyes wide open and unseeing, blood marring her lily white midriff and her normally shimmering pink tail now dull and lifeless.

 

He’d roared with a sort of animal cry that had startled the birds in the trees, then, unsheathing his sword, he’d dashed to Peter. But the bastard had flown up into the clouds with a whispered “sorry,” disappearing like the coward that he was.

 

When James had turned to retrieve her body and return her to the sea, she was gone. Not even a trace of water remained.

 

He’d wept and cried out to the heavens, cursing the fairy light riding the winds. Screaming to the gods that he would exact his revenge, which he’d done every day since.

 

His days were filled with making Peter’s life a living hell of torment, but it was the nights that turned on James. The long stretch of darkness that preyed on his sanity, splitting open the careful shell he’d constructed, forcing him to relieve the horror of it all.

 

Why had Peter done it? Why hadn’t she dived down, escaped him? Or had she not known what Peter had planned all along?

 

He couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t eat. Could only drown himself in drink and wonder what if…

 
 
Chapter 2
 
 

“No,” Trishelle whispered as she pushed back on her date’s heavy chest. He was smothering her.

 

How had she gotten herself into this mess? What the hell had she been thinking letting him into her house? A young, college frat boy? Of course he’d think if she let him in she was wanting sex. But it’d gotten out of hand too quick. Brent was hot in an early twenties, Matthew McConaughey kind of way, and his kisses had been nice at first. They’d helped take the edge off the memories scraping at the back of her skull.

 

But this wasn’t what she wanted. She was no longer the nineteen-year-old sorority chick who thought it was hot to have drunk sex on a couch covered in stains of questionable origins in the back of some seedy frat house. She was now a twenty-six year old woman who paid rent, owned a car, and who realized this had been a stupid, idiotic mistake and if she hadn’t been so damned depressed today she would never have found herself in this position.
  

 

Sloppy kisses landed on her brows, the bridge of her nose. This had been such a bad idea. She’d gone to the club tonight to try and forget, try not to remember what she’d found this night ten years ago. Not only did she not forget, somehow she’d wound up bringing a man home.

 

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, too drunk to notice how tense and uninterested she was.

 

Pushing his jaw aside, she groaned. “Stop. Please.”

 

But he wasn’t hearing her. She was trapped beneath him on the couch while his busy hands roamed her breasts, making her skin crawl. Trying to wiggle out of the way only seemed to spur him on. He ground himself into her and her skin crawled as his hard length pressed into her thigh.

 

Then his mouth was clamping onto hers, and his sloppy kiss mixed with his boozy breath made her stomach revolt.

 

“Get off of me.” She huffed, louder now. She pounded on his chest as her heart rate inched higher. This needed to stop. Panic tried to worm its way through her brain. Was he just not hearing, or was something worse getting ready to happen?

 

It wasn’t like she’d brought home a stranger; she’d known Brent for years—the younger brother of a guy she used to have the hots for in college. Brent had casually flirted with her the last three years, and seeing him tonight, all big and buff, he hadn’t looked like the younger, little twerp high school senior she’d remembered from years ago. He was a man, she was hurting, and she hadn’t wanted to be alone.

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