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A few months ago, I read a blog post by Kristen Ashley (I think, and I wish I’d saved the post, because I’d love to reference it again), about how she broke the rules in writing.

I skipped the post the first couple of times I saw it in my Facebook feed, and when I finally clicked it, I was so glad I had.

The words inspired me, and made me literally say “I want to break the rules”

Which is where Hacking Wonderland came from. A romantic suspense, techno-thriller duet inspired by Alice in Wonderland.

I was really nervous about writing these books. They’re not like my standard, lighter stories. But I loved diving into this world, and early readers are agreeing.

The first of the two books releases Aug 14, and I hope everyone else is as enraptured with this story as I am.

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Reagan Through the Looking Glass


She’s stepped into a world where everything and everyone has a price, and her time is running out to discover who holds the bounty on her head.

When Reagan’s student adviser is found dead, the police say he’s the victim of a burglary gone bad, but it’s not that simple. Jabberwock—the kingpin of the deep web, and the man who killed her brother—knows she’s close to discovering his identity.

Two men insist they can keep her safe and help her find answers. Hare is sweet, soft-spoken, and introduces her to a wicked walk on the wild side, spiced with temptation and thrill.

Hatter has kept secrets from her since they met. But he speaks her language, and a single touch from him ignites her desire.

As she follows the tracks down the rabbit hole, Reagan is dropped headfirst into a world of the dangerous and surreal, where everything and everyone has a price. And her time is running out to discover if it’s the Hatter or the Hare who owns Jabberwock’s bounty on her.

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Reagan’s front tire was flat. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Do you keep the spare and jack in the trunk?” Ponytail-Guy asked.

On any other day, at any other time, under any other circumstances, she’d probably be flattered at the implication he was going to change the flat for her. “I’ve got it. Thanks.” As she spoke, his gaze drifted toward the trees at the far end of the church parking lot. “Excuse me?” Could she drive this thing any distance as it was? If she walked to the nearest convenience store, would he follow? Maybe heading back into the church was her best bet. “I can see you’re busy. I’ll be on my way.’

Shh.” He didn’t look at her.

Her irritation spiked, pushing aside fear. “Hello?”

He grabbed her wrist and yanked her down next to him as he dropped into a crouch. He covered her mouth and locked his gaze on hers. “I’ll be clearer.” A growl cut through his whisper. “Shut the fuck up.”

And here was anger. She preferred it to the fear that wanted to resurface when she tried to break his grip and couldn’t. She raised her other hand, and his eyes hardened.

“Stop.” The way he said the word rolled down her spine like freezing water. “Someone out there is watching us. Watching you, I suspect.”


“Everyone else is gone,” he continued. “If I pull my hand away, you’re welcome to scream or rant or whatever the hell it is that gets you off, but only I and whoever is out there will hear you. Do you understand?”

She nodded. What else was she supposed to do? In her head, she calculated if she could sprint to the church or the convenience store faster. In the church she could bolt the door. Call the police. Hide.

She started to rise the moment he let her go. An ear-shattering bang ripped through the air. The window next to her head exploded, glass shards flying everywhere. A scream tore from her throat without permission.

Did someone just shoot at her? Was it Hatter?

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About Allyson Lindt

Allyson Lindt is a full-time geek and a fuller-time contemporary romance author. She prefers that her geeky heroes come with the alpha expansion pack and adores a heroine who can hold her own in a boardroom. She loves a sexy happily-ever-after and helping deserving cubicle dwellers find their futures together.

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