Reading Keeps Me Sane Book Blog: Blog Tour: Alex in Wonderland by Max Monroe

" Max Monroe takes us for a walk on the darker side of life by blurring the lines between good and bad."

Blurb:

I’m Matt Hadder.
I’ve been called ruthless, savage—even brutal—by the men and women who work for me. And I’ve earned my reputation.

Wonderland Inc., a party planning organization for every major player in the world, is Oz, and I’m its Wizard. I can make anything—drugs, prostitutes, deals—appear for a night and disappear just as quickly.

This doesn’t make me good or bad—it makes me essential.

Wonderland Inc. was my life, until a beautiful contradiction of innocence and impurity, obedience and rebelliousness named Alex Little stepped in and turned both of our worlds upside down.

Welcome to Wonderland, Alex.
A place where everything appears normal.
But we’re all mad.

Disclaimer:

Please keep your arms crossed over your chest and feet crossed at the ankle as you fall down the rabbit hole. The urge to open your mouth in shock will be strong, but we encourage you to keep it closed. There's no telling what could end up inside.

*Authors not responsible for personal injury on your ride through Wonderland.

Alex in Wonderland Playlist: https://goo.gl/3RuzsK

Tiny Tease:

“It is. It’s just…jarring.”

“You don’t find it natural?” I asked, putting a hand to her back and making her step closer. The pleasure girl moaned and writhed, her skin a flushed rose of arousal as Spade continued to play with her. Lou Diamond had joined them now too, feasting on her breasts and stroking his cock while kneeling on the plush red couch behind her opened leg.

Alex shook her head and nodded at the same time, her every nerve ending buzzing with confusion over what she’d been taught was appropriate, and the very opposite way she felt.

“That could be you,” I whispered, leaning into her back and grazing the shell of her ear with my breath.

She shivered—for about a millisecond—before bounding away and turning to meet my eyes, panic stark in hers. “Me? Do that? Like…right here? In front of people?” she stuttered. “No. No. Um, no.”

Excitement shot down my spine at her anxiousness. “No?” I questioned, careful to keep my tone reproachful. I wanted her to feel pressured—just to see if she could withstand it.

After a brief pause, she confirmed with a curt, determined shake of her head. “No.”

At six foot six and two hundred and seventy pounds, I was nothing short of physically intimidating. I was impressed by her backbone.

“Okay,” I agreed easily. Her eyes widened, and her plump lips parted. I took pleasure in her surprise.