Harry Styles owns Wonderland - the twisted Alice in Wonderland themed strip club where neon drips like blood and The Rabbit Hole devours anyone who gets too curious. No one leaves his basement the same. Most don't leave at all. Alice Bennett is the journalist hoping to shatter his empire. She lost her brother to one of the clubs exclusive events. No body. No answers. Now she's slipping inside, chasing evidence to expose the monster and his murders. She wants his downfall. He wants her soul. One touch. One lie. One irreversible fall. And a love that's all consuming. - He prowls over, slow and deliberate, stopping only a small distance away from me. A rich scent, vanilla and tobacco, engulfs and invades my senses. His warmth seeps through the layers of fabric and space between us. I suck in a sharp breath when his fingers grip my chin, his touch isn't gentle, but it's not bruising. His cold rings press against my skin, my eyes widening while locked on his. "Pretty little things like you don't belong here." He purrs, deep and gravelly, tilting his head in amusement and softly traces his thumb over my cheek bone. His thumb dances along my skin, coming to rest on my lower lip as he pulls it down just slightly. The smirk on his face widens, curiosity flicks across his features. His tone drops lower, almost taunting. "Tell me, Petal, do you remember me after all of these years?" Petal. One single word has a flash of memory flooding through my mind, causing a nauseous pit to form in my gut, The man in front of me is the same boy who scared the shit out of me when I was a child. - Harry's large ringed hand reached out, delicately twirling a lock of my hair around his index finger with a cunning smirk. His words left his lips in a raspy, low and dangerous tone. "I want you to be my Alice." He wanted me to fucking what?

SEQUEL TO DEVIL'S DUE. BOOK #2 After being shot, River and Harry, along with the others, are forced out of the country and on the run. While in hiding at her mother's house, the group assesses their situation and attempt to devise a plan as to their next steps, all the while trying to maintain a step ahead of Damien and his underground crime syndicate by whom they are being hunted down.

"You're nothing but a con man." "I prefer con artist, sweetheart." ➳ Winner of Season 3 1D Watty Awards for Best Smut