A modern-day Alice in Wonderland meets the undead… BOOK THREE in Gena Showalter’s New York Times bestselling series, The White Rabbit Chronicles They started the war. Now I will end it. Alice "Ali" Bell thinks the worst is behind her. She's ready to take the next step with boyfriend Cole Holland, the leader of the zombie slayers…until Anima Industries, the agency controlling the zombies, launches a sneak attack, killing four of her friends. It's then she realizes that humans can be more dangerous than monsters…and the worst has only begun. As secrets that may tear Ali and Cole apart come to light, and more slayers are taken or killed, Ali will fight harder than ever to bring down Anima—even sacrificing her own life for those she loves. The White Rabbit Chronicles: Alice in Zombieland Through the Zombie Glass The Queen of Zombie Hearts A Mad Zombie Party "Showalter's witty zingers will keep readers cackling....Funny, sexy, action-packed and tragic in all the right moments." -Kirkus Reviews "This action-packed, makeout-heavy volume is high on the wry humor....fans of the series will happily cheer on the strong female protagonist and enjoy the tidy ending." -School Library Journal "Showalter winds up her Alice in Wonderland–based zombie romance trilogy in classic Harlequin style....this final fat volume will delight series fans." -Booklist "Showalter concludes her White Rabbit Chronicles with this exciting finale that will have you hooked from the first page to the last. You'll cry, laugh and jump for joy as you uncover the final fates of Ali and the slayers." -RT Book Review Gena Showalter is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of over seventy books, including the acclaimed Lords of the Underworld series, the Gods of War series, the White Rabbit Chronicles, and the Forest of Good and Evil series. She writes sizzling paranormal romance, heartwarming contemporary romance, and unputdownable young adult novels, and lives in Oklahoma City with her family and menagerie of dogs. Visit her at GenaShowalter.com. "Dude. How about that one?" My best friend, Kat Parker, pointed toward the far corner, to a table occupied by three boys about our age. One guy was hot enough to melt a polar vortex. One wasn't handsome in the traditional sense, but with his unusual chartreuse eyes, it hardly mattered. The third was amazingly rugged, with a fresh scrape on his cheek and scars on his knuckles. Well, well. We had finally found a smorgasbord of different flavored man-meat. "Perfect," I said with a nod. "I don't know." Reeve Ankh, my other friend, surveyed the boys and chewed on her bottom lip. "I'm getting danger vibes from the one on the right." The one on the right—Knuckle Scars. Excellent. Her dan-dar—danger radar—was working at optimal levels. In our little trio, she'd always been the voice of reason. Or, as Kat would say, "the voice of shut up and live a little." My darling Kat meant it in the nicest way possible, of course. She simply had no filter. She always spoke her mind, always stood up for what she believed—that her way was the best way—and lived by the motto I'm On Board the Awesome Train and You Can Hop On or Get Run Over. Was it any wonder I loved her so much? "This is stupid, you guys." The grumble came from Mackenzie Love. Once my archenemy, now one of my favorite pet projects. Most people were surprised by our sudden friendship, but I'd learned life could change in the blink of an eye. Everything could change in the blink of an eye. I accepted, and I rolled. "Suck it up." Trina Brighton, the last member of our group, kicked Mackenzie under the table. "This was your idea." "That's right. You asked for our help, and we agreed to give it to you on one condition. That you do what we say, when we say." Grinning her happy-kitten grin, Kat rubbed her hands together. While I had grown to like Mackenzie, she hadn't. But she had softened…ish. "This is gonna be fun. For me!" Hated to admit it, but…yeah, it was gonna be fun for me, too. We were at Choco Loco, a chocolate bar where girls picked up treats and boys picked up girls. Not that I wanted to be picked up. I'd been going out with the drool-worthy Cole Holland—officially…again—for a little over a month. And, okay, yeah, there was a slight problem with our relationship. In the course of that month, we'd been on…give me a second to count them—zero dates. We'd had a total of…let's see, let's see—zero minutes alone. And we'd kissed…oh, I don't know—zero times. Here are things that suck worse:____________________. Okay, fine. There are a few things that suck worse. Like the time I was an all-you-can-eat dinner buffet for zombies. The time I battled the worst Z-poisoning in the history of ever. And my personal favorite, the time Anima Industries locked me away, electrocuted me, starved me and studied me like a freaking zoo animal. Considering all I'd been through, my love life should have been a spar