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357 pages, Paperback
Published July 25, 2019
This man didn’t just look at you, he shredded everything you had built around yourself, even the few layers of clothes left. His gaze slipped over your skin, dousing you in fire.
"One thing you'll learn quickly here, Ms. Liddell, there is no good or bad. Right or wrong. Up or down. Nothing is ever what it seems. Including you. Understanding this is the only way you will survive."
"Alice. There are no stories of you. There is no Alice in Winterland."
Was I sorry I followed that damn deer down the rabbit hole? Yes. But I would never be sorry for being a curious person, for wanting to know more. To question things. To be uncurious was to be no better than the sheep that followed each other. How dull this world would be without wonder.
"I've done horrible things in the name of protecting a group like the one you speak of. It did not change anything, and I will not go through it again. I'm stingy and frugal with my trust now. I have learned it is only yourself you can worry about."
This man didn't just look at you, he shredded everything you had built around yourself, even the few layers of clothes left. His gaze slipped over your skin, dousing you in fire.... Every time he touched me, electricity shot through my muscles. Fire and ice. Cinnamon and peppermint. Hot and cold. Spicy and refreshing. The sensation swirled pleasure deeply through my bones.
"Fuck! Just load her stocking already," Hare exclaimed, throwing his arms out at us. "Ride his sleigh, will you? Put the rest of us out of our misery."
In my world, Scrooge was a cruel, old, crotchety tight-ass. Here? Well, I could definitely say this man had a tight ass. Literally.