Rescued by the Billionaire

(A BWWM Romantic Suspense Novella)

Twenty-year-old CC hasn’t had an easy life. In fact, CC isn’t even her real name because she's using an alias in the hopes that her evil husband, a sex trafficker, won't track her down. She's run all the way to New York, and she's just starting to believe she's going to be alright, when she spots him on a busy New York street and he's looking right at her.

She has only one thought. RUN!!!

In attempt to hide out in a nearby building, CC tries to pass herself as a model in a fashion show that’s happening on one of the floors. But, when she steps out on the stage, she realizes her mistake. But, it no ordinary fashion show. It's an auction and she's the one on the auction block!

Boyd Stanley despite his good looks, incredible success in the billionaire front and even his billionaire status couldn't stop the streak of bad luck when it came to romance. His fiance cheated on him in the most humiliating way and the last several dates were worse than a bust. His love life was so bad, that he'd all but given up on love.

But stresses from his job coupled with loniless made him reluctantly submit to a pitch for a different kind of dating service, one where he'd get a chance to observe the potential candidates from the safety of an audience before choosing to date one of them, he signed up.

His understanding was that several hand-picked young women would participate in a type of beauty contest on stage and in front of the other wealthy men who were clients. Boyd imagined a Ms. America type contest, where, sure, he'd see the young woman in a bikini and maybe a gown, but he'd also get to listen to her talk during the interview portion, and maybe find a girl who had a talant, like singing or tap dancing.

But that's not what had happened at all. In fact, what seemed before like a reasonably good idea, now looked like something bad, and potentially vaguely illegal.

Instead of the feel of a well organized pageant where each contestant had a chance to let the audience learn a little about what she was like, what she was all about... they'd set up the room to resemble a seedy strip club, with each new woman coming onto the stage soley to try and look as sexy as she could.

There was no interviewing or talent show, just tits and ass wiggling, come-ons, and non-verbal slutty communications.

 And the more he saw how the other men in the room were treating the young women as if they were property to be bought an sold, instead of possible life mates.

Boyd Stanley had seen enough. He was just getting ready to sneak out of there, when SHE stumbled onto the stage.

Boyd found he was glued to his seat, he couldn't take his eyes off of her. Not only did she have curves that looked like they were all her and not from some surgeon, but she was so unlike the others that had come before.

She didn't come out, smiling seductively or strutting her stuff.

She just stood there.Vulnerable. Confused. Scared?

Boyd Stanley made a decision. 

The men around him were going nuts, they wanted her too. But, the idea that any of those craphounds might win the chance to lay a hand of the beautiful woman before him, made his blood run green.

That wasn't going to happen.One thought filled Boyd Stanley's mind as he raised his bidding card high in the air, as he prepared to out bid everyone in the room, no matter the cost.

SHE'S MINE!