A Girl Called Alice

When Alice’s father needs a new heart, she’s desperate to get her hands on the money, no matter what it takes.
What it takes, as she will soon discover, is her innocence, her bodily autonomy, and a year of her life.

When I sign a no-conditions contract with the Looking Glass Auction House, agreeing to a year of sexual servitude in exchange for a small fortune, I’m pretty sure I know what I’m getting myself into. I’m the proud owner of a large library of dark romance novels, after all. I have more toxic, unhinged book boyfriends than I can keep track of.

I’m expecting a rich, brooding psychopath.

I’m not expecting three.

Jax is an enormous hunk of a man with black eyes and a shock of bright white hair. To say he’s impatient would be an understatement. His hand is always twitching toward his pocket watch. He doesn’t like to be kept waiting, and he really doesn’t like to hear the word no. Especially not from me.

Julius is tall, dark and handsome, with sad eyes and a nervous disposition. He won’t look directly at me, as if he’s ashamed that we’ve met under these circumstances. But I think I can already feel something deeper sparking between us.

And Johnny- well, there’s no other word for it. Johnny is deranged. With wild red hair and poison-green eyes, he looks like a Scottish highlander gone mad, yanked out of time and stuffed into a pair of ripped jeans and a dusty bowler hat. He watches me with a dangerous smile, his pupils blown wide, like he’s a predator and I am prey.