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She’s the virginal cheerleader, and he’s the tortured bad boy. Their worlds are different, but college life at Dickson University brings them together in a passionate, angsty, fiery collision.

Ex-cop Kasper “Gutter Mouth” Guttenmuth has always been a playboy. Love was a four-letter word. He learned that lesson as he watched his father run around on his mom before she died. Until he fell hard for the wrong woman—his best friend’s baby sister. Krysta Sokolofski has been in love with the same man since she was a teenager. For a brief time, he held more than her heart in his hands. Until he pushed her away. A dirty secret he wanted distance from. It took her years to move on.

A woman does her very best to avoid at least one of the following people in her life: an annoying coworker, her brother’s best friend, and her first kiss. Unfortunately, for me, all three happen to be the same person—Brandon Cassidy. I’ve done my best to avoid the man, even if it means working in the ladies’ room whenever he visits the main office. Sadly, my days of hiding are coming to an end because I’ve been assigned to assist Brandon through the end of the year. The holiday season is already hard for me, but this . . . this is just the icing on the fruitcake that is my life.

He once swore he’d marry me—but now he’s desperate for my ruin. Caleb Asher has everything he could ever want. He’s rich, hotter than sin, captain of the hockey team and king of the school. My return to Emery-Rose Elite derails him. I am the walking reminder of everything that went wrong in his childhood and mine. While I long to be invisible, to slip through school unnoticed, he forced the opposite. He wants my fear, my fight, my pain, all out in the open.

Ex-Cop Paxton “Tank” Sokolofski’s life is shattered—first by a bullet, then by a woman. Now he passes his days tracking down cheating spouses. Not his idea of a good time. When Cori Transue moves in next door, things get a little more interesting. She’s a sultry little firecracker, and the way she looks at him definitely gets his attention. However, he doesn’t need a woman added to the mix, especially one with even more baggage than he has.

The conclusion of The Marriage Auction 2. There are so many plot twists your head will be spinning, your heart weeping, and by the end of it all…your soul will be sighing.

The Marriage Auction 2 continues in this filthy, gritty, angsty soap opera. No way we’re going to spoil anything!

This is the filthy, gritty, angsty soap opera you never knew you needed. Welcome to The Marriage Auction.

Three women and one man put themselves up for auction in a high-stakes game of marriage, money, and mayhem. The spice is high, the characters intense, and the plot will keep you guessing until the bitter end. This is the filthy, gritty, angsty soap opera you never knew you needed. Welcome to The Marriage Auction.

So . . . I signed up for something. Not a gym or Costco membership, which probably would have been wiser. Oh no, I signed up for a social experiment. You heard me right. I, Lanie Davenport, am going to be the subject of a scientific study. Do I know what this study is for? Not exactly. But I know it means I have to live with a stranger for twelve weeks and do a video diary once a week, answering the researchers’ questions.

Alyssa Lewis meets her best friend, Carmen, at a cafe, where she catches a glimpse of a stranger, Dylan Orville, who immediately captivates her with his impeccable sense of style and confident demeanor. However, their brief encounter leaves her wanting more, as she loses sight of him before she can approach him. The following day, Alyssa encounters Dylan again, this time at a club, hoping to strike up a conversation.

When I fly cross-country, I’m expecting my dad to be at the airport to collect me. Instead, I’m faced with five huge stepbrothers who’ve tripled in size since I last saw them. Jameson, Jessie, and Joshua are triplets with wicked green eyes and bodies made for games. Their younger twin brothers, Kyle and Kameron are even bigger with piercing blue eyes and thighs so thick I practically swoon.

Ex-cop Maxwell Fear knows all too well what can happen to a witness of a violent crime—which is why he has no choice but to protect her. Sloane Robertson is no longer the woman he met at a dinner party, or the woman he kissed at the front door. She’s a client, a job, nothing more than a person who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong damn time.

I am a soulless vampire, in service to the Vampire Intelligence Agency as their top black ops agent, protecting the immortal royals of Europe in a world of shadows and secrets. My life revolves around strategy, competition, and keeping our society safe. Why in hellfire have I been assigned to escort this delicious plus-size fashion designer to meet one of the Immortal Princesses? For a damn dress? I should be out stalking and destroying the hunters who seek to destroy anyone and anything immortal.

You have to be pretty desperate to consult someone referred to as the "Drunken Psychic" for insight into your perennially single status. Because tonight, after trying to make heads or tails of the psychic's mysterious pronouncements about my love life, I arrive home to find a man on my couch.

Everly Bowman and I don’t make sense. She’s sunshine personified, and I hate everyone. Well, everyone but her. It’s easy to pretend like she isn’t my whole world. Or it was, until she needs a place to stay, and my apartment is her only option.

Being the daughter of a billionaire, you would think my life had always been easy. But no, not for one second has my life ever been easy. And now I’m being forced into a marriage with my father’s right-hand man, and if I refuse him I stand to lose my inheritance. And while I find him extremely handsome, it’s the darkness that I sense in him that both frightens and calls to me.

I'm a lone wolf, I fly solo, and I'm not looking to find a woman to settle down with. The sum total of what I still want from this world is peace and silence, and being alone with my thoughts. That all held true until Anne came into my life. From the moment I saw her slumped over the wheel of her crashed car on the side of the road, I knew I wanted to know all there is to know about her.

I know full well I don't get to even feel love, much less fall in it. No soul, no soulmate. Ever. I don't have room for stolen kisses and fantasies of of making her mine. I've got to break the curse on my brethren and take down the King of Hell. So why is the dragon part of me insisting on marking and claiming this strange and beautiful woman who just walked into my life (and drank my beer)?

I lusted after the gorgeous female MMA fighter Yanna for years through the computer screen, where I spend most of my time as the hacker for the notorious Devil's Nightmare MC. When I finally meet her in person, she's everything I hoped she would be. The perfect blend of sass and sweet. But being with her means going against direct orders from my President, and could mean messing up the most important job the MC's taken on in years. I'd gladly lose it all for the taste of her lips and the touch of her sweet curves.