Peter Pan (Alias Hook) + Giveaway





About ALIAS HOOK:
 
“Every child knows how the story ends. The wicked pirate captain is flung overboard, caught in the jaws of the monster crocodile who drags him down to a watery grave. But it was not yet my time to die. It’s my fate to be trapped here forever…”
Meet Captain Hook, a witty, educated pirate captain cursed to play villain to a pack of malicious little boys in a pointless war that never ends. Everything changes, however, with the arrival of Stella Parrish, a forbidden grown woman, who dreams her way to the Neverland in defiance of Pan’s rules. From the glamour of the Fairy Revels, to the secret ceremonies of the First Tribes, to the mysterious underwater temple beneath the Mermaid Lagoon, the magical forces of the Neverland open up for Stella as they never have for Hook. And in the pirate captain himself, she begins to see someone far more complex than the storybook villain.
With Stella’s knowledge of folk and fairy tales, she might be Hook’s last chance for redemption and release, that is if they can break his curse before Pan and his warrior boys hunt Stella down and drag Hook back to partake in their neverending game.
 
About Lisa Jensen:
 


 
LISA JENSEN is a veteran film critic and newspaper columnist from Santa Cruz, California. Her reviews and articles have appeared in the Los Angeles Times, Cinefantastique, Take One, and Paradox Magazine. She has reviewed film on numerous area TV and radio stations. She also reviewed books for the San Francisco Chronicle for 13 years, where her specialty was historical and women’s fiction.

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My Review I really like the idea of this book. I like many readers can remember growing up reading the story of Peter Pan and watching the movies. Of course Peter was the hero and Hook the evil villain. So again this is why this book sounded appealing that the idea that Hook is not the evil villain but maybe the hero.  I liked the beginning of the story. Neverland is not the same place I remember. It is darker. Even Peter and the Lost Boys are tougher. However I agree with other readers that the pacing of the story and how it progresses is slow. So it does make reading the book a little harder to want to stick with it but the characters are good and help to tell the story. While this is more of an adult twist on the story, it felt more like that then the fun upbeat story that I remember. Not that I am say this story needed to be light as the darker side was cool. I just wished that the darker side was just as memorizing to me as I had built it up to be in my head. The author can write a good story though.
 
 
Was it easy going from being a film critic and book reviewer to book author?
Well, I've always loved to write, so it's just a question of switching gears in the brain from analyzing somebody else's creative work to shaping my own fiction. The two disciplines (criticism and fiction) are very different, but I hope that being a critic helps me to deconstruct my own work and decide what is and is not working.
 

 
Have you always been fascinated by pirates?

Always! I love the romantic idea of the freedom of the seas, far away from the strict rules and conventional morals of life on land. (And then, of course, there's the wardrobe...) It's all romance, of course; most real pirates led hard, brutal, and short lives, but isn't that the whole point of fiction? To imagine something better?
 

 
What was your favorite experience in the whole writing process for Alias Hook?
 
I had so much fun all through the writing of this book! I loved reimagining all the societies who live in the Neverland that J. M. Barrie only hinted at—the Sisterhood of the fairies, the Indian tribes, the mermaids in their mysterious grotto beneath the lagoon. But I think my favorite part was writing a love story for Captain James Hook and giving him one last chance to change his destiny.
 

 
Who is your favorite character from this story?
 
James Hook, definitely! From the minute I got the first random idea for this story, I started hearing his very distinctive voice in my head, telling me what he thought about everyone and everything in the Neverland. I liked his witty and caustic point of view—even if it turned out that didn't always know what was really going on!
 
 

 
What can readers expect from Alias Hook?
I call it a time-traveling love story of war and peace, male and female, and the delicate art of growing up. I hope readers can expect to have a good time!
 

 
What is next for you?
 
I'm still enchanted by the idea of re-imagined fairy tales, so my next project is a retelling of the Beauty and the Beast story from a very unique perspective.


PRELUDE
Him Or Me



Every child knows how the story ends. The wicked pirate captain is flung overboard, caught in the jaws of the monster crocodile, which drags him down to a watery grave. Who could guess that below the water, the great beast would spew me out with a belch and a wink of its horned, livid eye? It was not yet my time to die, not then nor any other time. It’s my fate to be trapped here forever in a nightmare of childhood fancy with that infernal, eternal boy.

No one knows what came next, the part you never read about in the stories. I clawed through water bloodied by the corpses of my crew driven overboard to make a meal for the sharks, flailed for the hull of my ship before the sharks caught up to me.

I saw it all by moonrise as I hooked my way up the chains to the deck. One of my men lay asprawl on the hatch coaming, dead eyes staring at the moon, curled fingers frozen over his ruptured belly. Another had dragged himself a few paces toward the rail before he expired, leaving a smear of fresh blood on the deck that could never be stained red enough to disguise it. Half a dozen others lay about in shadowy heaps, limbs twisted, faces ghastly, silent as waxworks. Everything stank of blood and decay. One man was draped face down over the foredeck rail, arrows sprouting from his back. The redskins were teaching the boys archery, as if they needed any more advantage over us in battle. None of the dead were boys.

Those who’d gone over the side screamed no more. The ship’s bell, rung when the battle commenced, tolled no more. Even the monstrous ticking had subsided. My ship was as silent as the tomb she had become. The boys had gone larking off again, but not in my ship; all of the fairies’ black arts could not raise my Jolie Rouge out of her moldering berth in the bay. Solemn drumbeats from the island told me the Indians were collecting their dead from our skirmish in the wood, but none were left to mourn my men but me.

I started for the nearest body, to drag it to the ship’s boat, but as I passed the deckhouse, something groaned within. The deckhouse. That’s where he’d hidden to lure us into his trap.

I shoved open the door, peered into the reeking gloom. Jukes I recognized by the sprawl of his tattoos in the ghostly moonlight. The Italian lay nearby, face frozen in an eternal scream. I crept in across sticky planks toward a soft grumble of pain, a sudden seizure of breath. My fingers touched still-living flesh, and Jukes groaned again. There was a new hieroglyph on his naked chest, thrust in with less art than the rest, and still leaking red. I knelt in the puddle, worked my hook arm round his back and propped him up. Heavy as a corpse already, yet his head lolled back on my arm and his dull eyes opened to look at me.

One. The boy had left me only one.

"Well, Bill." I could scarcely steady my voice.

"Sorry, Cap’n," he lisped through the blood in his mouth. "He come at me in the dark."

"Don’t talk," I cautioned, yet I was desperate for the comfort of his voice. We’d sailed together since New Providence; his pictographic skin was a living gallery of our exploits from the Indies to the Gold Coast. He was the closest thing I’d ever had to a friend in the pirate trade. "Save your strength."

But it was already too late. We both knew it. The boy hadn’t even done it proper; life was escaping in an agonizing drip, not a clean burst.

Jukes dragged another tortured breath out of his ruined lungs. "Thought you was done for," he wheezed.

"Come, now, you know me better than that." I clenched my teeth in assumed heartiness. "No mere boy is a match for me."

A furtive smile glimmered briefly amid the blue and black dots and calligraphic swirls on his face. I could see what even so slight a movement cost him in misery. There was only one way to help him now, could I but steel myself to do it.

"The women are warm in Hell, eh, Cap’n?" he prompted me.

"Save me a place at the Devil’s mess," I answered by rote, summoning every ounce of my resolve.

Red bubbled between his teeth. "Aye, aye—"

His eyes bulged for an instant, whites agleam in the shadows, then the lids drooped in relief. "Thank’ee, Cap’n," wafted out on his last breath, as I extracted my knife from between his ribs.

Gone, all of them gone now. Slaughtered one by one, like a game. It’s all a game to the boys.

I stretched Jukes out beside the twisted Italian, sat back on my heels, forced my brain to think on practical matters. Two or three trips in the gig it would take to see them all properly consigned to deep water. The eerie, animal keening of the loreleis singing to the moon rose up across the water, cold and tormenting. I was the last human left alive in the Bay of Neverland.

The Neverland, they call it, the infant paradise, the puerile Eden where grown-ups dare not tread. They are wise to fear it. But all children visit in their dreams. He finds them by their longing, stray boys for his tribe and girls to tell him stories.

They are not always English children, although he is partial to London. They have erected a statue to him there. Fancy, a public statue of Pan, the boy tyrant in his motley of leaves, like a king or a hero. While Hook is reviled, the evil pirate, the villain. There is no statue to me.

I’ve heard all the stories. I know the world thinks me not only a simpering fop but a great coward, so affrighted by the crocodile I would empty my bowels at the first sinister tick of its clock. But it’s the ticking itself I can’t bear, the tolling of the minutes, the very seconds, that I am forced to spend in the Neverland for all eternity. Elsewhere, time is passing in the normal way, but not here. Not for me and the boy.

"It’s Hook or me this time," the boy jeered as the massacre began. But it’s never him. And it’s never me. Since then, he has defeated me innumerable times, but never quite to the death. He wills it so, and his will rules all. How often have I felt my skin pierced, imagined in my wounded delirium that Death has relented and come for me at last? Yet every time, my blood stops leaking, my flesh knits. Sooner or later, my eyes open again to yet another bleak new day, with nothing to show for my pains but another scar on the wreckage of my body.

Is it any wonder I so often tried to kill him? Would not his death break the enchantment of this awful place and release us both? But I can never best him. He flies. He has youth and innocence on his side, and the heartlessness that comes with them. I have only heartlessness, and it is never, ever enough.

Outside the deckhouse, the night had gone dark. I crept out again, still drenched in Bill Jukes’ blood, and saw that the moon itself, so full and white an hour before, had turned red, as if she too were awash in blood. A red eclipse, as mariners say, but never before had I seen the shadow of the old world fall across the Neverland moon. Perhaps it was only a trick of my fevered imagination, or some monstrous reflection from the deck of the Rouge, yet it glared down on me like a bloodshot eye, catching me out in all my crimes.

Once, I thought I could never have enough of blood. It was all that could satisfy me, for so long. But it wearies me now, the tyranny of blood-lust, the serpent that feeds on itself. The game that never changes. The game that never ends.

"How long can you stay angry at the world?" she asked me once. Why didn’t I listen?
 



 


Alias Hook Blog Tour
 


July 3: Passages to the Past – review, excerpt, giveaway
http://www.passagestothepast.com/


July 5: Harlequin Junkie – excerpt, interview, giveaway
http://harlequinjunkie.com/


July 7: Upcoming4.me – review, giveaway, original essay, republishing ‘The Story Behind ALIAS HOOK’
http://upcoming4.me/



July 8: USA Today’s Happy Ever After – round-up of Fairy Tales Revisited
 
http://www.usatoday.com/blog/happyeverafter/


July 8: The Lit Bitch – excerpt, giveaway, review
http://thelitbitch.com/


July 8: A Bookish Affair – review
http://abookishaffair.blogspot.com/


July 9: No More Grumpy Bookseller – excerpt, giveaway
http://nomoregrumpybookseller.blogspot.com/


July 9: Booksies Blog – review
http://booksiesblog.blogspot.com


July 9: The Window Seat – review
www.thewindowseat13.com

July 10: No More Grumpy Bookseller – review http://nomoregrumpybookseller.blogspot.com/


July 11: Reading Frenzy – interview, giveaway
http://thereadingfrenzy.blogspot.com/



July 14: She Reads – Picture This – guest post
 
http://www.shereads.org/


July 14: Gone Pecan – excerpt, giveaway, review
http://gonepecanla.wordpress.com/

July 15: A Bookish Affair – interview, giveaway http://abookishaffair.blogspot.com/


July 15: Books-n-Kisses – interview, review
http://www.books-n-kisses.com/


July 16: Literary, etc. – excerpt, interview, giveaway
http://literaryetc.com/



July 17: Let Them Read Books – excerpt, giveaway
 
http://letthemreadbooks.blogspot.com/


July 18: Let Them Read Books – review
http://letthemreadbooks.blogspot.com/


July 19: Cheryl’s Book Nook – review, excerpt, interview, giveaway
http://cherylsbooknook.blogspot.com/



July 21: Mary Gramlich – review, excerpt, interview, giveaway
 
http://marygramlich.blogspot.com/


July 22: Cocktails & Books – review, interview, giveaway
http://www.cocktailsandbooks.com/


July 23: My Friends are Fiction – review, giveaway
http://www.myfriendsarefiction.com/


July 24: Reading the End – review, giveaway
http://readingtheend.com/



July 28: Reading the Past – interview
 
http://readingthepast.blogspot.com/


July 29: Dark Faerie Tales – review, giveaway
http://darkfaerietales.com/


 
 
I have 1 copy to give away to US only reader. Please leave a comment about this post and what you liked about it with your email address. Winner chosen July 27th.
 

Comments

petite said…
This novel would be fascinating and memorable. Thanks for this great feature and giveaway. elliotbencan(at)hotmail(dot)com
traveler said…
A book which interests me very much. Your reviews are always excellent. thanks. saubleb(at)gmail(dot)com
Emma A. said…
Well, first, I love the concept of the book, and two your short story was great!
Emma A. said…
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Colleen Turner said…
How can you not love a book that makes Captain Hook a sympathetic character?! I can't wait to read this book, especially after reading the portion above!
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Unknown said…
I am a HUGE lover of retellings, so very super excited to read this novel!!!!

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Unknown said…
Very interesting interview. I really liked hearing about what she's working on next as Beauty and the Beast is a favorite of mine. starlight.starbright.ks (at) gmail.com

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