THE BILLIONAIRE’S AUCTION by Bri Blackwood: Cover Reveal, Excerpt, Pre-Order Links & Teasers

That’s how I ended up in an auction.

The money from it would be my way out.

My last chance.

Then I saw him, and hope flashed through my mind when he placed a bid.

It shouldn’t have.

Because I didn’t know about the dark edges that surrounded his soul, the ones that should never see the light of day.

Now I’m tied to him for ninety days, but I can survive this.

I’ve been through so much worse before.

Or so I thought.

Because my hope? Was nothing more than a façade.

Now, he was my monster.

 

This was really happening. I was being auctioned off to the highest bidder. The auctioneer didn’t even turn to look at me before he cleared his throat and started speaking. The small amount of compassion that I’d gotten from Rose wasn’t anywhere to be found. It felt as if I’d been thrown to the wolves.

The auctioneer didn’t bother saying my name when introducing me and gave only my body measurements and a brief rundown of my “skills” that no one else should know unless I told them. The feeling of violation coursed through me as I felt like an intangible thing instead of a person. The thought of that had been in the back of my mind for some time, but not even being referred to by my name was more painful than I’d imagined.

I fought with myself as I tried not to sink back into old habits and thoughts that haunted me throughout my childhood. I needed to stay strong or else I would crumble right in front of all of these vultures who would have no problem eating me alive.

And then I saw him.

When our eyes connected, I could have cried. The vulnerability I felt increased tenfold as I tried to keep it together. Although I didn’t know him, just seeing his familiar face made me feel a million different things at once.

Due to the bright lights and where he was sitting I couldn’t tell what color his eyes were, but I felt drawn to him for some reason. I tried to break the stare between us, but I couldn’t. A strong urge in my body made me feel called to him in hopes that he would save me from this hell.

She spends most of her time hanging out with her family, plotting her next novel, or reading books by other romance authors.