Monday, September 15, 2014

Fairy Tale Magic Blog Hop

Love...All things Fairy Tale? We're celebrating them in all their forms...originals, adaptations, twists and retellings. Sweet or steamy or a little bit twisted! Hop through all the blogs for giveaways at each stop! And don't forget to enter for the $100 Amazon gift card grand prize drawing too!

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Once upon a time there was a snoopy reporter, one Master Dom who wanted her for his own, and an underground bondage club that could mean the story of the year…

When Allison McCray decided to go undercover and pose as a submissive college girl named Alice Smith, she may have found herself in over her head. Especially when she becomes the new pet of someone they call Master Hatter.

Having Alice in his club may have been what Master Hatter always dreamed of, only he wished she were there as the woman he knew as Allison, not Alice. No matter. He’d play any game she wanted, and perhaps somewhere along the way he would show his “little Alice” what she’d been missing, one well-placed swat at a time.

But does Alice truly have what it takes to be a submissive, find the answers she seeks, learn the identity of the Master, and break the story that could make Allison McCray a household name? Or will she forever be tied up in Wonderland?


     “Everyone, let’s give it up for Allison McCray,” my editor announced. “For her hard-hitting exposé on ramped steroid use in college baseball. She hit this one out of the park.”
     My colleagues clapped and cheered.
     “Way to go, Ally,” Erica said in her low, wispy voice.
    Derik hooted, “Whoot, whoot!” while twirling his fist in the air like a goofball.
     I rolled my chair back from the walnut conference table, stood, and did a curtsy. “I would like to thank the academy—”
     “Smart-ass,” Jeff said.
     “Nice curtsy,” Derik interjected.
     I winked and smiled. I was a smart-ass, most of the time, but in this group, you had to be.
     “All right, all right. Everyone settle down. As editor and chief of this newspaper, I will take the credit for making a good decision in hiring Allison. As well, giving her the go ahead with the steroid story.”
     Derik clapped. “Way to go, Chief.”
     Everyone laughed. I took my seat.
     Dwayne Holden, our fearless leader, gracefully flipped Derik the bird. “Now, what do we have on the agenda? And don’t be a bunch of wisenheimers. I want some unique ideas. Something to really hook our readers, and build upon our customer base.”
    Erica Anderson, who always dresses like a pent up librarian, with her strawberry blonde hair pulled up in a bun, sat far back from the table in her white lacy blouse and black skirt. She shook her foot nervously, bringing attention to those horrible black no heel slip-on dress shoes, and raised her hand.
    Dwayne rolled is chocolate brown eyes. “Yes, Erica?”
     “I was thinking about a piece on the value of yogurt as a diet aid,” she said, and dropped her hand.
     Jeff busted out laughing.
     Erica flipped around in her seat to glower at Jeff. Her expression, appalled. Her pink lips pursed before her chin dropped. “What, Jeff?”
     Jeff shook his head.
     “Erica,” Dwayne said. “I’m not sure yogurt is edgy enough to draw in the readers.”
     “I don’t know, Chief,” Derik said with a side-way smirk. “There’s always Friday night yogurt fights down at The Beaver Club.”
     Dwayne rubbed at his graying sideburn. “Thanks, but no thanks, Derik.”
     “Speaking of clubs,” I said.
     I was on the verge of breaking a huge story about a particular underground bondage club. To either substantiate or put to rest the allegations of women being drugged and sexually exploited. The first problem: one only gets into that club by invitation from someone called Master Hatter. The second dilemma: the club wasn’t exactly on the map. According to a new source, the location changed. It cropped up in different places around Seattle. But with digging, good investigative skills, weeks of feet hitting the pavement, and a little luck, I’d obtained a lead. Or I should say Alice Smith, college party girl and aspiring sex slave, obtained a lead. It came from a friend, of a friend, of a friend.
     I had my background story down pat. All my fake credentials of a college student were in place. My false identity could only be described as perfection. Complete with driver’s license, passport, and a dorm room address. Trust me when I say obtaining a dorm room address wasn’t easy, but when I wanted something as bad as I wanted this story, well, nothing would stop me. This Alice was going to spiral down the allusive rabbit hole.

London's Giveaway:
For my portion of the Fairy Tale Magic Blog Hop, I will be giving away an eBook of Tied Up In Wonderland to one lucky winner. All you need to do to be eligible to win my prize is leave a comment below along with your email. The winner will be picked at random and announced on September 23rd.

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  1. thanks for the wonderful giveaway. i have never read any of your books and i had fun looking around your site

  2. Thanks for the giveaway. Your retelling sounds great.
    skpetal at hotmail dot com

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    1. forgot to add my email . LOL

  4. Thanks for the giveaway!

  5. wow you guy are amazing each doing there own type of books

  6. Oh Lá Lá.. This book sounds good!!

  7. Sounds like a great story! I have not yet read a re-telling of Alice in Wonderland. :)
    Adding it to my TBR!
    Thank you for the opportunity, London.
    trb0917 at gmail dot com

  8. I love retellings on fairytales. Thanks for the giveaway.

  9. Thank you for the giveaway. Email

  10. Well, so much for Alice in Wonderland as my hop answer as my favorite fairy tale…this is definitely a different kind of Alice…good luck with your work!

  11. Thanks for the giveaway!
    Sienkiel1821 at yahoo dot com

  12. Ooh, this sounds like a good one! Thanks for the chance to win it!!! My e-mail is


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