Thursday, February 12, 2015

Book Tour & #Giveaway for Rise of the Lost Boys by London Saint James

Welcome to my stop on the Virtual Book Tour, presented by Bridging the Gap Promotions, for Rise of the Lost Prince by London Saint James.  Please leave a comment or question for London to let her know you stopped by.  You can enter the tour wide giveaway for a $10 Amazon GC, by filling out the Rafflecopter form below.  You can also follow the rest of the tour by clicking on the tour banner above, the more stops you visit, the better your odds of winning.

London’s lunch with the Lost Boys of Rise of the Lost Prince by London Saint James
LSJ: *Pulls up a seat and waves* Vapor. Dash. Firefox. Vibe. Tera and Byte. Thanks for hanging out with me today. Did you have any problems with my directions? I stink at giving directions.
Vibe: You’re welcome. Thanks for asking us. *Glances around* You have a nice place here, and no, we didn’t have problems finding you.
LSJ: Thank you. I’m glad you didn’t have issues finding your way here. *Pours a glass of sweet tea and passes the pitcher to Tera* Lunch will be ready in a minute or two. Burgers and ribs are almost done grilling. I hope everyone likes BBQ.
Firefox: Love it.
LSJ: *Grins* Good. I wish Bell could have come.
Vibe: She went with Wyndi and Petúr to locate the portal.
LSJ: Do you think they’ll find it?
Dash: *Sits the pitcher of tea down on the table* Wyndi said she had a vision. She seemed pretty sure of the location.
LSJ: *Nods* Sorry if I’m gawking.
Dash: Don’t be.
LSJ: It’s just…Well; you guys are some of the best looking men I’ve ever seen.
Vapor: Thanks, sugar lips. *Winks* You can gawk at me any time. *Gives me the once over* In fact. Let’s leave the rest of these losers and go ‘gawk’ at each other in private.
LSJ: *Pats chest* You are the charmer, Vapor.
Dash: *Snort* Vapor’s something, but I wouldn’t go with charmer.
Vapor: Bite me, Dash. *Flips Dash the bird*
*Firefox flings a flame from his fingers. It arcs high, headed for Vapor*
*Vapor extinguishes the flame with a ball of water that splashes when it hits the tiled floor*
Firefox: Stop flirting, water boy.
Vapor: What’s it to you, hot head?
Tera: Come on guys. Stop acting like uncivilized roughians. *Smiles at me* Sorry, London.
Byte: Yeah. What he said. Sorry, London.
LSJ: You guys are fine. No worries. *Takes a sip of my tea. Swallows* Do you guys always bicker?
Firefox: Most times. But, that’s just how we are. Although, I’d die for any one of my brothers.
Vibe: We’d all do the same.
Vapor: We’ve all got each other’s backs.
LSJ: All for one and one for all, huh?
Tera. *Chuckles* Something like that, but isn’t that the three musketeers?
LSJ: *Laughs* Yeah. I think it is. *Buzzer sounds* Well, that’s my timer. I better go round up the burgers and the ribs.
Tera and Byte: *In harmonized unison* We’ll help you.
Vapor: I’ll help, too.
Firefox: Me, too.
Dash: *Groans*
Vibe: *Rolls his silver eyes*
LSJ: Sure guys. The more the merrier. Follow me
Vapor: *Puts his arm around my shoulders* I’ll follow you anywhere.
LSJ: *Blushes*

Rise of the Lost Prince
By London Saint James
The Lost Boys, Book 1

Publisher:  Evernight Publishing
Release Date:  February 5, 2015
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Length:  114 Pages
ISBN:  9781772332322

Buy Links:  Evernight Publishing     All Romance eBooks     Amazon  Amazon UK    BookStrand    Smashwords

About the book: 

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?


Petúr’s long coat flared out behind him, whipping in the wind—black raven wings. Above him, the moon danced in and out of existence and periodically hid behind the dreary clouds. He’d perched himself atop the rusted metal monstrosity which sat cold and derelict among the ruins of the abandoned seaside amusement park. From the top of the lifeless Ferris wheel he surveyed his realm, just as he did every night, waiting for the faint cries. They always came, those haunting cries, and called him and the lost boys into the darkness.

Cables clacked and Petúr tilted his head in a bird-like gesture, listening to them echo into the rhythmic music of the tide coming ashore. As if on cue, an eerie underlying chorus chimed in from the direction of the closed ticket booth. He recognized the sound of the warped roof when it moaned and creaked. The red painted exterior walls had long since faded and peeled away from the briny wood in elongated streaks, reminiscent of morbid tears.

He closed his eyes and attempted to picture this place he and the others called home, trying to imagine what it must have been during its glory days, but he couldn’t see anything. All he knew was the truth of his surroundings. And, the truth was, with every passing year more of his home crumbled. Even the entrance into this collapsing kingdom had joined the sea, snuffing out the arched sign which once upon a time blinked—Neverland—Mother Nature’s way of taking back her own when she’d claimed a major portion of the boardwalk.

Everything ends.

At least this parcel of land had done one thing. It gave Petúr and the others refuge from a world who’d discarded them as young boys.

He chuckled, darkly, and allowed his mind to wander away from the image of being a boy. He, Firefox, and his five other brothers may still exhibit the outward beauty of youthfulness, yet this was nothing but a façade. They’d grown into fierce warriors and protected the very people who’d spat upon them in their youth. Who would still spit upon them if they got the chance, he suspected.

Shaking his head, Petúr considered what he’d heard the whole of his life may indeed be true. He and the others may well be mad, because only madmen would fight to protect those who would never welcome them fully into the human world they’d had the misfortune of being a part of.

Balling his fists into tight knots, he knew it didn’t matter how many lives he and the others saved. They were still different from those whom they rescued. And, while they may no longer be petty thieves and beggars, they’d always been, and still were—outcasts. Unnatural. Freaks. Something more. Something not human. Although, there wasn’t a damn thing they could do about it, other than to take out their fury on those darklings who sought to destroy the weaker inhabitants of the human race. And take out their fury—they would.


Petúr abruptly stood when he heard a woman’s distressed scream. He took in a deep breath, tasting the flavor of the night. His lip curled up into a snarl right before he stepped off of his perch, shot into the clouds, and vanished into thin air. 

About the Author:

London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.

As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.

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  1. looks and sounds awesome! Thanks for sharing :)

  2. Thanks so much for having me and the Lost Boys over to visit with you today! :)

  3. I enjoyed the lunch conversation.