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Wonderland

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Carina Press
ISBN: 9781426896491
Genre: Erotic Romance

Club Wonderland – Book 2 Friends and Benefits

Alice White isn’t used to being ignored. So when the object of her lust does just that, she’s bound and determined to get his attention. Her pursuit leads her to Wonderland, the kind of club she’s only read about, and suddenly Alice is craving something she never knew she needed.

Gael Hernandez wants to be the youngest partner at his prestigious law firm, and not even a certain tempting legal assistant can distract him from his goal of financially helping his family. Until she shows up at his favorite club and surprises him with an interest in being restrained. But the BDSM lifestyle is no game to him, and he won’t take things further until Alice is schooled into submission.

After a taste, Alice wants more. She offers to be Gael’s sub for one weekend, with nothing forbidden and no boundaries. In a few short days, he gives her the strength to be the person she’s always wanted to be. Now Alice just needs to convince Gael that he can dominate in the bedroom, and submit to love.

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Reviews

“Club wonderland is a fantastic erotic journey of two people finding something neither was looking for.” ~ Niccis Book Blog

“I love the combination of humor and passion of Club Wonderland and I strongly recommend this novel to anyone who enjoys their romance funny, very sexy and with a light side of ropes and floggers.” ~ Love Reading Romance


Excerpt

Why couldn’t she do this? She wasn’t old or a prude. It should be easy as pie to walk into one of these places, order a drink, and start up a conversation. So far she hadn’t even bothered to wait in the lines, let alone make any serious attempt to find a date.

She wanted to have some fun, right? Have sex?

Find a man who made her smile and laugh. Someone who made her shiver with a casual caress, who made her wet with his soft whispered words. Someone who wanted to seduce her at night, but still want to watch TV with her in the day.

This was ridiculous. If she wasn’t going to at least go into the clubs, then what was the point of her being here?

There wasn’t.

In the end it wouldn’t be enough for her, no matter how much she wanted to have a fling, throw caution to the wind in exactly the same way she’d told Petra to do the night before.

Alice stepped to the side of the street and started to look for a taxi. She’d go home, open her last bottle of wine, and drink it. Tomorrow, she’d see if Petra could go out for breakfast and maybe a movie. If not, she’d hit Chapters and buy a few books for both herself and her mom. And if that didn’t fill her day…well, distractions were easy enough to find in Toronto.

A limo stopped across the street and down from where Alice stood. Expecting to see yet another group of drunk university students tumble out, she was shocked to see the one person she wasn’t expecting in this part of town.

Gael.

No way. What the hell was he doing here?

Two other men got out of the back of the limo with him. All three were dressed in black, though one looked to be head to toe in leather. Alice blinked twice to ensure she was actually seeing who she thought she was. It could simply be a hallucination brought on by her loneliness. Closing her eyes for the count of two, she opened them once more, only to see Gael still standing there.

She had no idea that he was into the club scene at all, let alone coming out on the town in a limo with a bunch of men. But the way he looked at a group of young women who passed them on the street clearly told her all she needed to know. He was out on the prowl.

He’d assumed she was the type of girl who was interested only in getting into a relationship with a man. Okay, so maybe she projected the pure as the driven snow image a bit too well. He was being a gentleman by warning her off because he’d read her wrong. Maybe the idea of having a little fling wouldn’t be quite so repellant to him?

Ignoring the taxi that slowly drove past her, Alice watched as the three men, led by Gael, walked down the street and the limo pulled away. They weren’t heading in the direction of any of the larger clubs, which was a good thing as far as she was concerned. Taking a chance and ignoring her pounding heart, Alice crossed the street and trailed behind them.

Was this stalking? It was pretty damn close. Creepy close? Maybe, though she wasn’t quite up to movie-of-the-week stalking yet.

She hoped.

Shit.

Stopping, she watched as the trio turned the corner and went down an alley. So many of the warehouses had been changed into clubs over the years, she wasn’t as familiar with what was housed in the area as she should have been. Not knowing where he was headed, or how he would react if he saw her there, was nearly enough of a deterrent to make her rethink what she was doing. If she went in there, found him, and he rejected her once more, how was she supposed to face him at work? God, he might complain to Mr. Murphy…

Someone banged into her from behind. “Fuck! I’m sorry,” a man said, sounding more than a little out of breath.

Alice spun around, coming face to face with a man who might be in his mid-twenties. His hair was dyed pink and he had colored contact lenses, making his eyes look like a cat’s. The guy was incredibly skinny, dressed in leather pants and a tight white tank top. He checked his watch, then cringed. “Sorry. I wasn’t paying attention. I’m so frigging late I’m going to get my ass handed to me.”

“That’s okay.” Alice barely got the words out when the young man pushed past her and bolted for the same alley where Gael had disappeared. “Hey, where are you going? Is there a good club down there?”

“No time to chat!” And he ran around the corner.

Staring at the spot where he’d been seconds before, Alice gave her head a shake. “You’re kidding me?”

Well, now she had to know what the hell was down there. If nothing else, she had a perfectly logical reason, one that had nothing to do with Gael, for wanting to check out what exactly was down that alley. Perfectly logical and totally non-stalkerish.

You keep telling yourself that, Alice.

Squeezing her clutch, she strode a bit faster toward where the man had gone. The noise from the surrounding clubs faded into the background as soon as she turned the corner. With each step farther into the dimly lit alley, Alice’s heart rate increased. A single woman wandering an unpopulated section of Toronto’s club district. Not the wisest thing she’d done recently. Or ever.

There was no immediate indication where either the man or Gael had gone. The only thing visible was a neon sign at the far end of the alley. Beyond was another wall of the warehouse, creating a dead end. Stopping before she got too close, Alice heard a cacophony of noise—voices and sounds that didn’t quite register with her. Turning her head to try and catch the bead of the conversation, she was relieved to hear the voice of the man who’d run into her.

“Come on, man. I’m late as hell. She’s going to whip my ass if I don’t get in there.”

“You should have thought of that earlier.”

“Don’t be a dick, Chess.”

“Go then. I look forward to seeing your red ass.”

She couldn’t see either man. Alice started moving forward once more, realizing that there was an inset door, hiding them from view. This was it—she’d soon be in full view of whoever was standing there, and she’d have to either look the part to get inside or end up having her night cut short and sent on her way.

After taking half a beat to check her hair and smooth her hands down the length of her dress, she bit the bullet and went to check out the club. The red neon sign above the door wasn’t as flashy as some of the other clubs in the district. There wasn’t the same blare of dance music coming to her from inside, which held the promise of a slightly more upscale experience.

“Wonderland.” She licked her lips as she stared at the harsh red letters.

“Well, hello, little rabbit.”

Christine d'Abo © 2012
Carina Press

 


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