Auctioned to the Tusk Warrior

I’m on stage at the Auction House ready to sell my virginity to the highest bidder. No matter if he’s human, shifter or…alien.

I hope to snag a quiet, contemplative, and easily influenced billionaire.

He’ll need patience to put up with an aloof “bad girl” like me. I dress entirely in black, never smile and have no plans of ever falling in love. Safety and security, with an assumed name, is what I require. And if this mysterious buyer wants to marry me and move us to his remote mansion in the hinterland, all the better.

My goals are simple: Wreak retribution upon my enemies. Care for my darling, ailing senior cat.

The lights go up and a roar echoes in the audience. A heavily armed, tattooed male pounds his fists against his hairy chest and strides straight for me, a look of extreme cunning flashing in his other-worldly red eyes. What the heck? My jaw drops when I see this “man” who wants marriage on the spot. He’s…he’s an alien warrior with tusks?

Ugh. How am I supposed to reign over this handsome, muscle-bound alien alpha? My body might be for sale tonight, but my heart is certainly not part of the bargain.