Hello, my darling Romanceaholics!
Gather your pixie dust and hold on tight because T.S. Kinley’s Second to the Right is here to shatter your childhood nostalgia in the best way possible. This is not the Neverland you remember, but oh honey, you won’t want to leave.
Let’s talk about Gwen, a girl who’s been through the wringer. With her parents gone and her sister’s health on her shoulders, Gwen is not in a celebratory mood for her eighteenth birthday.
Enter Peter Pan a far cry from the boy you grew up with. He’s back, grown, and spoiler alert, he’s hotter than a pirate on a summer day. Peter sweeps Gwen out of her dreary reality and into a Neverland that’s equal parts magical wonderland and sensual playground.
But, of course, it’s not all mermaids and moonlit escapades.
Neverland has dark, twisty secrets that could threaten everything Gwen’s come to cherish. Add a fading connection to her sister and a mysterious locket that seems to know more than it’s letting on, and Gwen’s whirlwind romance turns into a fight for her memories, heart, and soul.
What makes Second to the Right absolutely unputdownable?
- A heroine you’ll root for, torn between obligation and the irresistible pull of freedom.
- Peter Pan and his Lost Boys reimagined as brooding, irresistible heartthrobs? Yes, please.
- A world brimming with danger, desire, and the kind of magic that feels both enchanting and ominous.
- It is a story that balances sultry romance with high-stakes adventure, perfect for readers who like fairy tales with a dark, spicy twist.
T.S. Kinley gives us the Neverland of our wildest dreams and some of our most haunting nightmares. The sensual tension is electric, the twists are mind-bending, and the stakes? Let’s just say you’ll be clutching your imaginary pearls.
Peter Pan and his Lost Boys? Need I say more?
Second to the Right is a hedonistic, heart-wrenching romp through a Neverland that’s as seductive as it is dangerous. If you’re ready for a fairy tale that’s decidedly not for children, grab this one now. Just don’t forget to leave a trail of breadcrumbs or maybe a pixie because you won’t want to return!
