Tuesday, January 21, 2020

Sold To The King


The new year has arrived, and with it hopes and challenges. I’m releasing the second book of my hottest series to date, so writing it definitely pushed me out of my comfort zone. *blushes*

Please enjoy this excerpt from Sold to the King (FREE with KU!), a super sexy romance about a man who’s enjoying his last free days before he’s crowned king, and a woman who sells her virginity to said man to get enough money to discover who killed her stepmother. But exposing the truth will destroy his life…

Excerpt:

Nassor walked up to her. “Tell me why you’re a virgin, Izzy.” Not the smoothest ice breaker, but certainly a woman her age living in the States had to have had opportunity for sex? Curiosity stabbed at him.
She didn’t turn to him, but the planes of her back stiffened, stretching the corset. “Does it matter?” she said in a clipped voice.
He nudged her shoulder, making her spin on her heel and stare at him. “I don’t do well with bullshitting. You’re a young, attractive woman. Just tell me.”
She clutched the wineglass in her hand, studying the red contents. Then, she took a generous amount of it, so much a little bit dribbled down the corner of her mouth. A knot formed in his throat, and he wanted to reach out for her, kiss her and lick her lips. “I never met my biological father. My mother was an addict and gave up on me, and, unfortunately, my adoptive father died a few years after he adopted me. I learned to be self-reliant and my focus was on studying, and finishing high school, then college.”
Though she spoke with the nonchalance of a much less important subject, the vein in her neck pulsed. His heart clutched a bit. Damn. He could feel her pain, even if she tried so hard not to show it to him.
“You’re a survivor. I admire that.” His father had always been an absent loser, and now more than ever, Nassor appreciated his mother—she’d done her best, after she’d been shunned by her family for years, and had no emotional support.
“Boys were never my priority.”
“What about the auction? What made you change your mind?” Besides money.
She caressed the rim of the glass. “When I heard about it, I thought I’d never make it. A lot of women are far prettier than me. I wanted to see if I’d get picked.”
Because she’s not used to getting picked. Sadness clogged his throat. Hell, growing up, he hadn’t been the family’s favorite, either. The bastard son got shunned from most royal events, until recently when his mother married his father—after decades of a dysfunctional relationship.
“What’s on your mind?” She put the glass on the table and studied him. For the first time, a pang of insecurity laced her voice.
He shook his head, eager to will the naive thoughts about their similarities aside. Don’t feel bad for her, a voice inside him warned. Despite her difficult childhood, she’d managed to get a degree and would have access to a lot of cash after this thing between them ended. A lot of people weren’t so lucky—like his late friend Jonah.
“You.” He took a swig of his wine. Best to keep reality in check. He touched her cheek, outlining her jaw. She quivered under his touch, and he leaned closer, enjoying her response.
Desire gleamed in her eyes. He cupped her face, looking deep into her soulful gaze.
He dipped his head down and covered her lips with his—in that instant, a thread of arousal powered through him with an intensity he’d never experienced from such minimal contact.


SOLD TO THE KING

I’m less than a week away from being crowned king.

To celebrate my last days of freedom, I’m indulging in all kinds of hedonistic activities —including attending the coveted Virgin Auction.

When I see Izzy on stage, I forget where I am. She’s gorgeous. I must have her. At any cost.

Even if only for three weeks.

Even if it can only ever be temporary.

And especially because it’s the last time I can do something for myself and not what’s best for my country.

I’m bound by duty and honor, but for the next few weeks I get to have my American cake and eat her too… one decadent bite at a time.



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