Alice After Hours

Alice After Hours

by Galia Ryan
Alice After Hours

Alice After Hours

by Galia Ryan

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Alice once believed in love, but after her fiancé left her at the altar, she swore off commitment. Now she lives for work and casual flings, the less complicated the better, and she must be in charge. One evening Alice stumbles across an Internet chat room inhabited by submissives and dominants-women who believe that true fulfillment lies in total surrender and men eager to dictate the terms. Archangel enters the chat room and lures Alice into a private conversation, one that throws her beliefs about female empowerment into doubt. In person he is even more enticing, inviting her to his home, but only if she is willing to put her fate in his hands. If Alice agrees to follow him down the rabbit hole, everything must proceed according to Archangel's rules. At first she resists, but curiosity gets the better of her and soon she is at the point of no return. Will this strange adventure lead to misery, or happiness beyond her wildest dreams?


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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781603813617
Publisher: Epicenter Press, Incorporated
Publication date: 10/01/2015
Pages: 136
Product dimensions: 5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.32(d)

About the Author

Convent-educated from the age of four, Galia Ryan was brought up not to question. Perhaps because of this, she has always been fascinated by all things esoteric and "outside the square." Originally from Sussex, England, and now living in New Zealand with her soul-mate husband and grown-up family, Galia tries to find time between her passions for writing and reading and for her other love--travel. There is always a growing list of must-see places. Galia is the author of the Luxuria Trilogy--Choices, Secrets, and Desires--and a novella, Forsaking All Others.

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She caught her reflection in the mirrored shelves behind the bar. Hair piled up on top of her head, gray eyes wide and alluring thanks to lash extensions, and a perfectly applied pout of glossy red lipstick.

Okay, she might have overdone it a little. But she had a point to make.

Unless she truly had been taken in, and was wasting her time.

And then she saw him.

Behind, and a little to the right, he was looking directly at her, and suddenly her heart was beating loud enough for everyone in the place to hear, for she'd never imagined for one moment he'd be that attractive.

Locking his reflected gaze, she lifted her glass to her lips once more. It was a gesture of defiance. Of insolence even, and in response he raised an eyebrow and grinned.

And then he was leaning an elbow on the bar and signalling to the bartender.

"Hi," he said to her, his voice warm and thankfully non-threatening. "Glad you could make it. Drink?"

He was indicating the remnants in her glass.

"Thanks."

"And it is …?"

"Oh. Bourbon."

"Neat? I should have guessed."

"Why?" Alice was still bemused by his appearance. He looked nothing like she'd imagined.

"Because you're only here to prove a point."

Gathering their drinks, he led her over to the brick hearth and a couple of comfortable armchairs. After settling in and taking a mouthful of wheat beer, he placed his pint on the low table between them

"I would ask if you've travelled far," he said, "but I doubt you'd tell me."

"You're right," she replied, "I wouldn't."

"Well, my journey was relatively short."

"And no doubt why you chose this place."

"That, and other reasons."

"Such as?"

"A very good restaurant around the corner, for one."

Alice wished his eyes weren't quite so distracting. And that his features weren't so strong and defined. Why couldn't he have been balding and rippled with excess weight, or his skin blotchy, with a nasty sheen of sweat? Instead he was so darned good-looking it was as if the ground had shifted beneath her. She needed to reassert herself.

"I see. So this is your local?"

He shook his head.

"Not particularly. Though I come here enough to be known to some of the staff. What about you? Any favourite haunts around where you live?"

"Not really. A wine bar close to where I work in the city, but other than that, no."

There was a moment of silence.

He didn't look like a man who enjoyed dominating women, she thought. Though exactly what such a person should look like she had no idea. What had she expected? An overpowering persona, and conversation littered with barely contained demands and innuendo?

Instead, Archangel was relaxed, and if she were to choose one word, she would describe him as engaging.

"I almost didn't come," she said after a moment.

He nodded, as if he expected nothing less.

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