MASON

Another charity dinner? An auction? I think I’m gonna heave.

“This is the last one,” I tell my personal assistant. After thousands of these things, a lifetime spent building an empire, and traveling the world, I still haven’t found what I’m looking for.

Who I’m looking for.

What I really want.

I need someone to share all this with.

Not just anyone. The one.

I’ve searched, I’ve waited. If it doesn’t happen tonight, which I highly doubt it will, I’m finished.

Done.

One more stupid dinner. Then maybe I’ll just buy a mountain, go live in a cave.
JULES

Two words strike a morbid fear into my anti-social, awkward, very single, and lonely existence: Charity Auction.

Did I sign up for this?

My time in exchange for a charity donation, my wages paid by the owner of the company I work for. Every dollar donated matched by the man himself.

Mason Thorne.

The only two words that actually get me to said Charity auction.

Once I find out he’ll be there… once I find out I might even get to see him in person… Maybe even meet him…

But nothing’s ever that easy, I know that.

My boss from hell seems determined to make not only my day off miserable but goes out of her way to make sure I might not even make it at all.

That is until I meet the man himself.

Way before the bidding starts. Long before the hammer falls, I know I’m in deep and we both might just end up with a lot more than we bargained for.

For better or for worse.
*Bidding for Her Curves is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.