The Mad King (The Dark Kings #1)(56)
Leaning over, he kissed me tenderly, so softly it was almost a whisper. But something potent and powerful filled my mouth. Blinking, I shoved back on his chest to get him to rise so that I could too.
“Alice?” he asked quickly, but I was shaking my head and spitting out whatever it was that was now in my mouth.
In my palm rested a perfectly brilliant, lambent-colored pearl.
“What is that?” he asked.
I shook my head, not knowing what in the world it could possibly be, but also strangely protective of whatever it was.
Only a second later, the wind at our backs stirred as the music finally began to die down. The air gave a squeeze, and I knew a fairy was around.
Covering my breasts with our blanket of ivy, I whirled, and there stood Galeta the Pink smiling down on us both with love and relief in her gaze.
It would take me some time to not cringe when I saw her. My only memories of this particular fairy weren’t very good ones, but I knew—thanks to the magic of reawakening—that Galeta too was completely transformed.
“And so you have restored your happily-ever-after. Praise be,” she said with a tinkling laugh that caused the flowers to respond in kind. “Wonderland looks good on you both.”
I blushed and Hatter coughed.
Galeta was such a beautiful creature I found myself lost in studying this blond-haired demigod instead of asking the obvious question, like why was she here?
Her strangely golden-colored eyes glanced down at the pearl I still held lax in my hand and she smiled, nodding at it.
“Do you know what that is? Do you understand what you two have done?”
I felt Hatter shake his head. “What is it, Galeta?”
“It is a wish born of wild magic and perfect love. Hand me the pearl, Alice.”
It never crossed my mind not to do as she commanded, though my soul yearned to have it back the moment the pearl slipped from me to her, and I trembled almost violently for want of it.
But the second that little pearl landed in the fairy queen’s palm, it began to glow an ethereal blue.
Rose-red lips tipped up. “Now then, make your wish. Though I’m fairly certain I know what it will be.”
I looked at Hatter and he looked at me, and in his gaze I read my own heart’s truth.
Without tearing his eyes from mine, he said, “We want our daughter back.”
I nodded once, framing his beloved face at the hope that now painted his features, easing the strain of lines that I’d feared would never leave him.
“And so it shall be,” she said.
And for the very first time since that curse ripped us apart, I knew we would be okay. No matter what came for us, Hatter and me, would always find a way back to each other.
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Hatter
This was who we were.
Alice and Hatter.
Always one.
Always our love would be truer than anything else in all the worlds. So powerful, so magical, that not even a curse could keep us apart. For I was the Mad Hatter and she my Alice in Wonderland.
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~JW
Other Books written as Jovee Winters
The Sea Queen
The Passionate Queen
The Ice Queen
The Magic Queen
The Dark Queen
The Fairy Queen
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Her Mad Hatter
“Bad boys need love too.”
Alice is all grown up. Running the Mad Hatter’s Cupcakery and Tea Shoppe is a delicious job until fate—and a fairy godmother with a weakness for bad boys—throws her a curveball. Now Alice is the newest resident of Wonderland, where the Mad Hatter fuels her fantasies and thrills her body with his dark touch.
The Mad Hatter may have a voice and a body made for sex, but he takes no lovers. Ever. But a determined fairy godmother has forced Alice into Wonderland—and his arms. Now, as desire and madness converge, the Hatter must decide if he will fight the fairy godmother’s mating or fight for Alice.
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Her Mad Hatter
by
Marie Hall
Chapter 1
Danika, fairy godmother extraordinaire, ran her glowing hand over a shadowy bump in the mushroom-cap wall of her home. It was the hiding place for her most treasured and valuable item—her wand. She grabbed hold of the smooth wood, the hum of its power echoing down her fingertips like the swelling vibrations of water dripping on thin metal. And though the wand was worn down from years of granting wishes, there could be no doubt she was the best at what she did.
Of course, that stupid fat cow—oh, what’s her face, the one who worked with Cinderella—thought she was the best. But honestly, what was her claim to fame? Turning a pumpkin into a coach? Or how about making mice footmen?