BOY TOY AUCTION by C.A. Harms releases September 24th!
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What was meant to be a fun evening to benefit charity, suddenly became so much more…
They were both volunteered into attending the Boy Toy Auction.
One as a contestant.
One as an attendee.
Emerson lost an internal battle the moment Nicholas stepped onto the stage.
As soon as he started moving his hips to the rhythm of the music, she was captivated. Suddenly, the timid girl became a warrior as she fought to have the highest bid.
There was no way she was leaving without him at her side.
From the moment Nic saw her, Emerson became his focal point.
The beautiful woman in the silver dress.
The one that held his stare.
He needed her to win.
He needed her.
He’d make sure this was the best money she’d ever spend.
Or the worst…depends on how you look at it.
Because sometimes, it doesn’t matter what you want, life has a way of throwing you a curve ball that you aren’t prepared for…
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EXCERPT REVEAL
“We’ll get the show started in a few minutes, but first I want to go over a few simple rules.” When a couple of women groan outward in protest, I hang my head, knowing that this night is about to get a little rowdy. “Okay, ladies...” She gives a pointed stare, and silence settles over the room. “The men that have agreed to participate are all successful respected men and deserve our respect in turn. This is not a strip show, though from what I have witnessed backstage, some of the men have brought their A game.” She smiles again when another whistle or two rings out. “There will be no vulgarities or touching during the show. This is the only warning that will be given. This event is for charity, it is meant to be fun, and I’d appreciate if you all remember to keep it classy. Have fun, but don’t forget your manners, ladies.” “Once we leave this event though, all rules are off,” Gianna whispers so that only the four of us can hear.
“So without further ado, let’s have the men of the evening join me on stage, so that you all may get your first peek.” The woman turns to the side and waves her hand outward just as a line of men begins to emerge from the side of the stage. There are men of all heights and builds, some blond, and some with darker hair. There are even a couple who have no hair at all. Each wears a number pinned to their shirt or the waistband of their pants. They all move toward the outer edge of the stage, forming a nice line so that they can all be seen.
It is interesting to see the looks upon each face. Some men are confident, and others plain out embarrassed.
“Oh my, yum,” I hear Gianna mumble, and I choose to ignore her as I continue down the line of men. Honestly, I came along more for her than myself and had no intention of bidding on any man. That was until I saw him...number seven.
I feel my heart rate pick up just a little as I allow my eyes to roam over him. He is so different from the men I’ve dated before. There is this rugged nature about him, almost dangerous even. He’s wearing worn jeans and a tight-fitting shirt that leaves little to the imagination—strong arms and a fit chest that leads down in a V-like fashion as his jeans hang low on his waist.
When I finally look higher, I notice the thickness of his neck and the perfect shape of his jaw and mouth. Suddenly, I felt like the temperature of the room has risen ten to fifteen degrees.
My god, this man is glorious.
Then my eyes meet his, and I realize I am not the only one observing. His head is tilted to the side as he watches me, ignoring everyone else in the room. Instantly I feel my body become completely alert and aroused by the way he continues to observe me.
“Number seven is mouthwatering,” I hear someone not too far away from our table say and a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. He heard it as well, and I get a territorial feeling I have no right to.
“See something you like, Em?”
I look away and by the expressions on each of my friends’ faces, I know my own says it all. “That man is...” I pause because I genuinely have no words to describe what I am feeling.
“Looks like Emerson will be battling it out for number seven,” Becca says with a laugh as she waves at something over my shoulder. Of course, I turn around and instantly wish I hadn’t. Mr. Seven had at that point grabbed the hem of his shirt and was showing off a very detailed set of abs that only manage to make my heart feel like it might beat right out of my chest.
“Oh, he’s trouble,” Becca says, and I look away quickly, but not before he offers me a knowing wink. “A big heaping amount of yummy trouble,” she adds and my cheeks heat.
MEET THE AUTHOR:
C.A. Harms is an avid romance and mystery reader. She's always had a love for books, getting lost in writing and storytelling even as a young girl. She enjoys happy endings and HEA love stories.
She lives in Illinois and enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. She holds an addiction for Starbucks White Chocolate Mocha’s and KitKat when she should really be focusing on water and maybe a fruit or two to make herself feel less guilty, but that feeling quickly passes...thankfully.
She is easy going, fun, and although she may seem like one of the quiet ones at first, you just wait until she gets to know you better...that quietness changes, fast.
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