Today we are sharing an exclusive excerpt from THE WONDER OF YOU by Harper Kincaid. This is a modern-day, romantic re-telling of Alice in Wonderland. The book is available now.
The Wonder of You by Harper Kincaid
Modern Alice in Wonderland Re-telling
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What if Alice didn’t fall down the rabbit hole, but instead, traveled through
Lincoln Tunnel into another kind of Wonderland:
New York City.
The best day of twenty-five year old Alice Leighton’s life was the day she got to put her nothing special, lil Southern town in her rear-view mirror. Good-bye to phony ‘bless your hearts’ and ‘I’ll pray for you’ crap, all while talking trash behind her back. She’s New York City’s latest addition and she’s going to work her ass off proving she earned her spot in the country’s top grad program.
Never again will she let some jerk derail her future and break her heart. Oh, and no more players. She’s D.O.N.E with the ‘cool guys’.
Getting caught up in Dare Grangeworth, the art world’s resident bad boy, was not part of her Alice 2.0 plan, even if he is just her type, with his beard, tats sleeves and intense green eyes. When he’s not dodging the press or his cultish fan base, Dare’s making art that makes a statement. Women seem to lose their heads around him – all the more reason why he finds Alice’s candor refreshing. He’s used to women giving in – not giving attitude.
He has to get to know this girl, even if it means allowing himself to be the subject of her research. Before too long, he becomes more than a simple outlier she can explain away. And for him everything starts to feel larger than life and upside down, like a heady rush, all while desperately trying not to lose his heart.
Become lost and found in this re-imagined story of Alice and her cast of characters, in a world where Wonderland meets Sex-and-the-City.
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Man, I loved my name in her mouth, rolling off her tongue. I wished she was moaning it
instead of barking it, but whatever.
“I swear I’m a good guy under all this curmudgeon gruff,” I said, giving her my most sincere smile. “Are you sure you have to turn in early?”
“Um, I’ll wait by the elevator,” Caroline said while walking out of the room, leaving us alone for the first time. I wanted to invite her for a drink up in my apartment, but I knew that’d be pushing it.
She seemed to be studying my expression. Hoisting her bag onto her shoulder, she took a step closer.
“You know the game two truths and a lie?”
This was coming out of left field. “Sure I do.”
“So, let’s play a round and I’ll see if you can fool me.”
“What, like right now?”
She gave me this suggestive, lopsided smile.
“Don’t think. Just say yes.”
Damn, she was driving me wild. “You are, by far, the sexiest woman I’ve met in a long, long while,” I groaned, getting into her space, my large hands resting on the curves of her hips.
She slid her hands up my arms, bracing them on my chest. “Let’s hear ‘em. I’m ready.”
Oh that’s right…she wanted two truths and a lie. I was good at this little game.
“Okay, number one: I turned down a full scholarship to M.I.T and went to art school instead. My mom didn’t speak to me for a week. Number two: I didn’t lose my virginity until I was eighteen, but it was with my high school English teacher the day after graduation, so it was totally worth the wait. And number three: It’s in my will that when I die, I’m to have a Viking funeral. You know, the whole launching of fiery arrows to my body on a boat out at sea thing.”
Her brows went up. “That’s quite a list.”
“You bet your sweet ass it is,” I smiled, but it faded fast because she backed away. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re really good at this game.”
She was complimenting me without it feeling like much of a compliment.
She repositioned the bag strap on her shoulder, looking towards the door before meeting my eyes.
“What? Tell me,” I said.
She let out something between a huff and sigh. “You’re too good at this game. I couldn’t tell which ones were the truth and which one was the lie.”
Now I was confused. “Isn’t that the whole point of the game?”
“In theory,” she said, a flash of uncertainty clouding her eyes. “But if I can’t tell when you’re lying, this early in knowing you, without any emotional attachment, then how am I ever going to know once I’m involved with you?”
What. The. Fuck. “You’re shitting me, right?”
She straightened her spine. “No, I am not ‘shitting’ you,” she said. “Listen, I appreciate you getting my bag back to me. But I’m done with trying to make sense of men and their Mad Hatter nonsense. So, thanks for the drink invite, but I’m good solo.”
Born in California and raised in South Florida, Harper Kincaid has moved around like a gypsy with a bounty on her head ever since. For years, she was a jill of all trades and a master of none, but is now tickled hot pink to pen stories that break and mend people’s hearts for a living. Kincaid believes seduction occurs from the neck up, which is why her characters are smart, sexy, and slightly quirky – and definitely worthy to be your next hard-core book crush.
When not writing, she adores listening to indie, lo-fi, complaint rock played on vinyl, the theater, well-informed optimism, happy endings (both kinds), and making those close to her laugh ’til they snort. She is a self-admitted change junkie, loving new experiences and places, but has now happily settled in the cutest lil’ town, Vienna, Virginia.
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