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  After I Met You (Second Chance Book 2)

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  BONUS: Auctioned To Him

  It was just supposed to be a luxurious yacht party. Until Ellie discovered that all the female guests were going to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. If you don't want to play, you can’t stay. But if you stay, you're in for a night of whatever he wants and you get to keep all the money. Ellie’s friend thinks she’s crazy. But she owes $150,000 in school loans. Plus, the guys are hot and very rich. What can go wrong?

  Mr. Black wanted to own her from the minute he saw her. He paid good money and has the paper to prove it. The contract is unbreakable. She has to do everything he wants tonight. But he doesn’t want just sex. Oh no…he wants more.

  Tonight, there are no rules.

  WARNING: This is a HOT, modern day, dark erotic romance with an alpha billionaire for fans of EL James, Pepper Winters, and Alexa Riley. It contains light bondage, NO CHEATING, and a HEA.

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  His for a Week

  Aiden

  I wanted to own her from the minute I saw her. That’s why I bought her for the night at my yacht party, but that one night wasn’t enough. I crave her. I have to have her. And for the first time, in a long time, I feel like I’m falling for someone. That can’t be right. I’m a confirmed bachelor. I love one-night stands and women who leave in the morning. But Ellie is different. She challenges me. She doesn’t listen. She frustrates me on every level and that makes me want her even more. It’s not just sex I want. Oh, no…I want more. This week, there are no rules.

  Ellie

  I’m a good girl who has never had a one-night stand, let alone let myself be auctioned off to the highest bidder. But that night with Mr. Black on his yacht was amazing and it gave me enough money to pay off all of my school loans. I doubted that I would ever see him again. He is a manwhore, after all. He may be beautiful and flawless on the outside, and damaged and tormented on the inside, but he’s still a manwhore.

  But then he called. Now I know that what I felt was real. It’s not just the dark pleasures that are pulling me back to him. It’s something more, but Aiden Black doesn’t just want to go on a date like a normal person. No, he wants me to be his for a week. On call. To do whatever he demands. Do I dare comply?

  WARNING: This is a HOT modern day dark erotic romance with an alpha billionaire for fans of EL James, Kira Blakely, and Madison Faye. It contains light bondage, NO CHEATING, No Cliffhanger, and a Happily Ever After for now.

  Auctioned to Him 2

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  About Auctioned to Him 3: Back to the Yacht

  The hotly anticipated third book of the Auctioned to Him series continues the sensual saga of Ellie and Aiden.

  Mr. Black is Aiden and Aiden is Mr. Black. They are the same person except that they’re not. Aiden is kind and sweet and Mr. Black is demanding and rule-oriented. One thing is for sure, Aiden Black is as beautiful and flawless on the outside as he is tormented and damaged on the inside.

  I’m a good girl who had never even had a one-night stand before I went to his yacht party. And there, I let myself be auctioned off to the highest bidder. Ever since that night, Mr. Black’s scorching flames have singed me with the darkest of pleasures. I crave him and I couldn’t stay away from him even if I wanted to. He is my addiction. He is my every desire.

  So, when he invites me to another one of his yacht parties…I can’t say no.

  WARNING: This is a HOT modern-day, dark, erotic, romance with a bad boy alpha billionaire for fans of EL James, Kira Blakely, and Madison Faye. It contains light bondage, NO CHEATING, No Cliffhanger and a Happily Ever After for now.

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  About Auctioned to Him 4

  The hotly anticipated fourth book of the Auctioned to Him series continues the sensual saga of Ellie and Aiden.

  Aiden Black is beautiful and flawless and tormented and damaged. I’m a good girl who never thought that she would fall for a man who would buy her at an auction. But what started out as a relationship of pure lust has evolved into something more…love. The more I fall in love with him, the more I crave him. I can’t stay away.

  And now that his business is falling apart, he needs me more than ever. When I see the opportunity to help him, I have to take it…

  WARNING: This is a HOT, modern-day, dark erotic romance with a bad boy alpha billionaire for fans of EL James, Kira Blakely, and Pepper Winters. It contains light bondage, NO CHEATING, No Cliffhanger and a Happily Ever After, for now.

  Prologue - Aiden

  When it starts to rain...

  The more time that I spend with Ellie, the more power I feel her have over me. I don’t really mean it in a bad way, but it’s definitely disarming. I’m not someone who gives up power easily. I’ve never given it up to my ex-wife, and she was the last woman who even g
ot close enough to challenge it. But maybe using the word ‘power’ isn’t the right thing. Ellie and I aren’t on opposite sides of a war. We’re not in competition. No, what we have is actually the complete opposite of anything like that. Still, I find myself unable to think about anything else but her. I crave her. I want to have her. I want to spend every waking moment with her.

  And that’s where the essence of her power comes in. I love the way she refuses to compromise and always stands her ground. I love the way that she challenges me, pushing my boundaries. She’s unlike any other woman I’ve ever met. Sitting here, looking out of the window onto the whole of New York below, my heart seizes up for a moment. It skips a beat when a terrifying thought pops into my head. What if I were to lose her? Could I actually move on with my life? There is no answer to this. All I see and feel within my heart is darkness. And if this isn’t power, the most powerful force that one person can have over another person, what is?

  It begins to rain and the charms of early fall with all of its golden leaves and dry, crisp weather turns into the dreariness of late October. I hate to admit it, but weather has a big effect on my mood. The dark clouds and overcast skies without a single ray of sunshine make me feel melancholy and displaced. Since the holidays are coming up and the dog days of summer are not so far behind us yet, the city is still filled with some levity and brightness. But once the New Year comes and goes, and the dark days of winter set in with their black slush that once used to be snow, my heart really starts to ache for another type of life.

  I watch as thick, proud raindrops pound against my floor to ceiling windows. They make me feel cold inside, even though I have the heat up enough to wear a t-shirt inside if I wish. I would never admit this out loud to anyone, except maybe Ellie, but one of the main reasons that I love being as wealthy as I am now is that I never have to be cold in the winter if I don't want to. Growing up, my mom was a total thermostat freak. Of course she had to be this way, because propane gas isn’t cheap and the winters in New England are long and cold. She didn’t make much money and we saved where we could. We never bought brand foods, for one, or many fruits and vegetables. Instead, I subsisted on mainly only store brands and foods with very little nutritional value. I didn’t mind this much, even though I know now that it was all junk food. A lot of processed foods with white flour, canola oil, and refined sugars. But this isn’t what bothered me most about my childhood. It was the cold. Most of the houses we lived in were very poorly insulated with single pane windows, and mom never turned the heat up enough. It was often in the mid-60s inside in February when the temperatures often dropped into the teens and twenties. So, as you can imagine, single pane windows and poor insulation were not enough to keep us cozy.

  Come to think of it, I don't really know if Mom was just never really cold herself or just used to always wearing three sweaters inside the house. All I know is that there were many nights that I spent wearing gloves inside the house because otherwise my hands would turn to icicles typing against the keyboard. So, when I got older and got rich, the one thing that I have never denied myself is adequate heating. If I want the house, or the apartment, or my office to be in the mid-70s in the middle of winter, so be it. They are my bills and I don't mind paying them.

  Perhaps it’s a silly thing to complain about something like heat when there are people out there with really terrible childhoods, but that’s the thing about people, isn’t it? It’s hard for us to relate to others because the problems that we have always appear much larger than other people’s issues. In other words, it’s a bigger deal if we fall down and sprain our ankle than if a person in another country, across the ocean, gets blown up by a bomb.

  The dreariness outside makes me feel cold, sending shivers up my spine. I turn up the thermostat and turn on the kettle to make some tea. I know that it’s not just the weather that’s putting me into a melancholy mood, and I stop fighting the thoughts that try to creep in around the edges.

  These thoughts are dark, full of anger, and distrust. I’ve been trying to push them away for days and have been mildly successful as long as the television was on. But distractions only work for a period of time. One moment, it just all gets too much and no matter how much you try to keep the world at bay, it comes flooding in.

  The first thought comes in a flash, just as the kettle shuts off automatically after boiling the water.

  I hear Ellie yelling for help through the door. We’re back on the yacht. I’m in the hallway, about to knock. I’m excited to see her, my cock is hard with anticipation. But all of the feelings of how that night is going to go vanish, the moment that I hear her screaming “Help!”

  There is somebody there with her, I remember thinking. But why? How? She’s supposed to be there alone. As these thoughts swirl around in my head, I don't let them distract me from the task at hand. I burst in through the door and run across the room. A few moments later, I’m on top of him. It takes me a few punches to even recognize the person that I’m punching. His face flashes before my eyes as we tussle on the floor. Blake is taller than I am and has a good ten or twenty pounds on me. His weight is a definite advantage and he gets a few blows in. My head starts to pound. I taste something metallic and warm in my mouth. It’s blood, probably mine. This makes me angry. I use the spark of anger to pin his arms under my knees and punch him over and over again in his face until someone pulls me off him.

  If those security guards hadn’t come in right there and then, I don’t think I would’ve had enough strength within me to stop. All I saw were flashes of black and red and the only thing I had on my mind at that moment was what I saw him doing, or trying to do, to Ellie.

  The last time that I’d been in a fight, before Blake, was in middle school. I’m not a fighter. I’m more of a pacifist. I don't like confrontations, especially physical ones. I don’t thrive on conflict and competition. All of that is a game that I play with other men who are my competitors in business. That’s why I actually enjoy working with women more. They are kinder and more cooperative. They don't see the world as a zero-sum game. They don't think that if one person is winning, then someone else out there is necessarily losing. And I don't think that way either. I believe that in business, and in life, we are all much better off if we work together for the greater good. But these are not popular opinions to have, especially for a CEO. There are just way too many old men in positions of power who believe that the world owes them something. And it’s not just old men. Blake isn’t old, but he definitely believes this as well.

  I’ve known Blake for a very long time. He invested in my company, Owl, back when it was just a spark of an idea. It not only didn’t have any sales, it was about a hundred years away from being pre-revenue, a fancy way of telling potential investors why they are putting money into a company that’s producing no returns. But I’m under no illusions as why to Blake Garrison invested in Owl, even back then. He came from a very well-off family who own forty percent of the Maine coastline. They started in timber back in the nineteenth century and then evolved with the times, investing in whatever was the business of the future and would make them the most on their investment. When we met at Yale, Blake was a fun guy who knew how to throw a good party and get all the girls to come. He had skills that I never had, in that department, especially.

  But when it came to school, Blake was pretty useless. He didn’t understand the first thing about coding. He couldn’t solve an ordinary differential equation to save his life. Yet, he had a hunch. He knew that I could do these things and he believed in Owl when I first described the idea to him.

  It was his and his father’s investment that allowed me to actually start the company and devote all of my energy to it. And as a result, they own a very substantial portion of it. But beyond their own share, there are other concerns. They are the ones that brought in most of the other investors. These people aren’t my friends, and they never want to be my friends. They want me to make them money, but that’s where our relationship en
ds. And, unfortunately, right now, Owl is free to use and doesn’t really generate any money.

  I have plans to invest heavily in an advertising platform, similar to what Google and Facebook have, and monetize the company that way. Blake was always on board with this approach and I thought that we were on the same page. But after that night with Ellie, everything went to hell in a hand basket. He’s acting like he doesn't care about Owl anymore, or his investment. He only wants me gone. And the rate that everyone is pulling out, it’s not that unlikely of a proposition.

  As the rain continues to pound on my windows, I drop a mint tea bag into a cup of boiling of water and watch as it floats to the top, gets heavy with water, and eventually drops down below the surface.