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Wonderland After Dark is a series of dark and spicy fairytale retellings reimagined as South Florida crime stories full of heartache and depravity. Each book centers around a strip club called Wonderland as told by head bouncer, Derek Ryder.

Wonderland isn't just a strip club. It's a home for the wayward, abused, and forgotten. So when Carmen showed up looking for help, I couldn't turn her away. I'd known her a lifetime ago. I was head bouncer at Wonderland now, but before I'd been a stunt cock in her grandmother's porn movies. At the time, Carmen had been a teenager with an unhealthy fixation. Now, here she was all grown up, even more beautiful, and just as fixated. She'd pissed off some very bad people and needed a place to hide. I wanted to be the hero in her story—to save her from the big bad wolf.

Eileen Jacobsen has seen her share of tawdry cases. As secretary for the womanizing detective Danny Diamond, it goes with the territory. But she’s always experienced them from the sidelines. That is, until her boss approaches her with a case all her own. It’s supposed to be a milk run. A rich, eccentric widow has lost her favorite cat, and the detective agency is hired to find out where he ran off to. Eileen quickly learns the wayward feline is with a relative in San Francisco and convinces Diamond to take a jaunt with her up to the City by the Bay to retrieve him.

Everyone comes to Wonderland looking for something. As head bouncer, I’ve seen it all. But all that glitters is not gold, and what you find is seldom that which you sought. For the new girl, it was the spotlight. The money was nice, but Kelly was there for the thrill of the dance and the feel of eyes on her body. She also had an “oral fixation” she was all too keen to exercise.

In Wonderland, you have to know your place. It's the hottest strip club in town because we all know the parts we have to play. Take me, for instance. I'm Derek - D for short. They say I'm "Director of Security," but I don't put stock in fancy titles. I'm a bouncer. The meat. The muscle. You start something in the club, touch the girls, act a fool, and I bounce you out the door. Simple as that.

Betty Robinson loves her job. As a maid at the upscale Hollywood Madison Hotel, she rubs elbows with some of the wealthiest and most attractive people in 1940s L.A. Never mind the fact they only see “the help” when they look at her. She still has her fun, indulging her fantasies in their empty hotel rooms while the rich and famous are out on the town. The valuables that happen to grow legs and walk out with her are just the icing on the cake. Still flush from a prior case, Danny Diamond takes on a consulting gig with the Madison Hotel as a favor for an old friend. The ask?

When your partner is murdered, you’re supposed to do something about it—even if he is a useless drunk. But for private detective Danny Diamond, it’s a little more complicated than that. He’s been sleeping with his partner’s wife. The womanizing detective is a ready-made fall guy for the murder. To make matters worse, the new widow thinks they’re an item now. His secretary is full of “I told you so’s,” the police are knocking on his door, and a vicious pornographer is convinced Diamond has a set of negatives he’s never even heard of.