Title: Descending Into Madness
Series: Winterland Tale
Author: Stacey Marie Brown
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: July 25, 2019
Cover Designer: Jay Aheer at Simply Defined Art
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Your holiday season is about to get deliciously naughty...
What if Alice Liddell’s story didn’t happen the way you think? What if it wasn’t Wonderland she fell into, but Winterland. This mad tale is dark, twisted, sexy, and nothing like the legend you know.
After losing her job and finding her boyfriend/boss cheating on her with her replacement, twenty-five-year-old Alice Liddell has moved back home to save money and regroup.
She doesn’t think things can get worse until her younger, more responsible sister, Dinah, gets her a job—as a Christmas elf.
Dressed in a slutty costume with fathers peeking down her top and kids vomiting on her, she wants nothing more than to escape the reality of her life.
When she sees a sexy, shirtless man, carrying a glowing red light, and bearing antlers, her curiosity gets the better of her. But following him might be the biggest mistake she ever made.
Falling into another realm, Alice finds herself in the world of holiday legends and fairytales. But she is not prepared her for the dark madness of this place. Nothing is what is seems and no one is what they are in the fairytales.
Even the mysterious, sexy Scrooge.Welcome to Winterland, where the good guys from the North Pole have gone bad, and the only way to survive is to descend into its madness.
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“Scrooge moved us quickly, keeping to the shadows, his attention always flicking to the sky or behind us, making sure we weren’t being pursued. We shadowed the stream, trying to leave no tracks in our wake. Penguin hummed holiday tunes under his breath the entire way, before falling asleep in Scrooge’s arms. “Don’t worry, no one’s gonna bother following us where we’re going,” Hare grumbled, hopping from embankment to rock in the middle of the creek. “Why should they? What they couldn’t finish, this place will. Probably safer turning back and facing the wooden pecker brigade.” “What do you mean?” I gulped, stumbling over hidden roots and rocks, my exposed feet cut and bleeding, slowing me down to the last person. “Where are we going?” “Mount Crumpit.” Hare winked back at me. “Thanks.” I frowned. “I kind of grasped that part. But seriously how much worse can it get than Tulgey Woods or the Queen’s palace?” Scrooge glanced over his shoulder as Dee and Dum knocked together, giggling at my naïveté. Hare sniggering along with them. “For fuck sake…this is supposed to be Christmasland.” I tossed out my arms, feeling my sanity slipping. Exhausted, bleeding, dirty, hungry, and barely dressed, I was hitting my limit. “Joy, fun, love, and innocence reigns. Where elves build toys, Santa delivers presents to good little children, reindeers play games like soccer, and Mrs. Claus makes fuckin’ cookies.” “This is Winterland, Ms. Liddell.” Scrooge’s dark eyebrow lifted, his olive skin rippling down his torso, looking creamy in the moonlight. “And it’s just a part of Christmas. It’s not all of it. Good with the bad. Ying and yang. Except it hasn’t been equal in a long time.” “Tell me where we are going.” I demanded, annoyance folding my arms over my stomach. “I’m sick of surprises right now.” Scrooge walked to the edge of the tree line, twisting back to me. “Why don’t you see for yourself?” He waved the arm not filled with a snoring bird and motioned for me to step out of the forest. Nerves leaped around in my stomach as I ducked under a branch, walking past him. My gaze taking in the drastic change in landscape. Fields of treeless land covered in snow stretched out before me before dramatically rising into a sheer mountain face, the top of it so high I had to crane back my neck. The snowy top was curved, twisted, and scary, horror version of the Matterhorn in Disneyland. Actually, it looked similar to the mountain where the Grinch lived. Oh…no… “Welcome to Mount Crumpit.” Hare bounded past me, nodding at the top. “Where your worst fears come to life.”
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Stacey Marie Brown is a lover of hot fictional bad boys and sarcastic heroines who kick butt. She also enjoys books, travel, TV shows, hiking, writing, design, and archery. Stacey swears she is part gypsy, being lucky enough to live and travel all over the world.
She grew up in Northern California, where she ran around on her family’s farm, raising animals, riding horses, playing flashlight tag, and turning hay bales into cool forts. She volunteers helping animals and is Eco-friendly. She feels all animals, people, and environment should be treated kindly.