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Maria De La Torre is a survivor. Her life has not been paved with streets of gold...but with blood and sacrifice. She may have been there for her soul sister in the Trinity Trilogy but this story is about her life. The life she chooses. The same life someone from her past is trying to take away.

It's really simple. I needed money. A lot of money. One million dollars to be exact. The amount didn't matter. All that mattered was that in the end, that price tag held my father's life. No money. No life. The time limit was one year. On January 1st I had to pay up or my Father was going to be killed. When you're faced with an ultimatum like this, you do whatever you have to do.

Life, Love, Laughter. Three things I never expected to experience in the month of giving thanks, but that is just what I received. Wes had survived Hell on Earth, and was back where he was meant to be...in my arms and my bed. For good. There would be no breaking us apart after the trauma we experienced up to this point. My new job with Century Production sent me to the big apple to interview celebrities for a special segment on being thankful. What is a girl to do when she has an entire host of celebrity friends from her past year of travels?

Not many can say they were burned by fate. I'm the exception. Scalded figuratively, emotionally, and physically...I have the scars running down my arm, ribs, and side to prove it. The doctors have done what they can to heal me by smoothing the abraded skin using other parts of my body. But they can only do so much. Sometimes, what can't be seen can't be healed.

In October, Mia starts her new life working on a celebrity daytime television show where she runs a regular segment about living beautiful. Her guy deals with the aftermath of captivity, and together they find a way to fight through the storms. Next, Mia travels to the Big Apple to tape a program about being thankful. All of her dreams are coming true...except for one. Finally, in December, our girl finds herself in the winter wonderland of Aspen, Colorado to film a segment on local artists under rather unique circumstances.

While the world is ravaged by a global pandemic, hotshot NFL running back Evan Sparks is locked in his own personal hell. With a career-ending scandal on his back, Evan hides out in his best friend’s empty San Francisco home, the full city shutdown locking him in a lonely 20-story apartment in the sky. Romance writer Sadie Walsh is having the worst case of writer’s block ever…until the incredible, muscular stranger staying next door gets her muse going strong.

Before I took over The Marriage Auction, there wasn’t an extensive vetting process. Some candidates were subjected to horrors that haunt my every waking moment. I vowed to change that. To stand up for those who deserve more and to release them from the wrongs inflicted upon them by circumstance and chance. What my bidders and candidates don’t know is that I understand exactly what they are experiencing. I wasn’t always known as Madam Alana. Once upon a time, I too was purchased in The Marriage Auction… And this is my story.

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.

The second half to this year-long journey has taken me to Magic City...Miami. I've been hired by the nation's top hip-hop artist, Anton Santiago. His name is as sexy as he is, and it rolls off the tongue the same way his muscled form rolls to his music. He goes by the name Latin Lov-ah, and boy does he work that title from his rock-hard body, Latin hip-hop fusion dance moves, to the way he beds his women.

A muse. Me. The motorcycle riding, ass-kicking, concert t-shirt wearing chick from Las Vegas, is a world-renowned French artist's muse. For a month.

A fiancée. I'm going to Chicago to pretend to be some Italian Stallion's future wife. Why a massive hunk, boxer, and rich restaurateur needs a fake bride is beyond me. Then again, I'm not paid to know why. I'm paid $100,000 to be his escort, or in this case, the woman he's supposedly "going" to marry.

Tantric yoga pushes your body, mind, and soul to meld with your partner in ways the average relationship never experiences. Deeply sensual and highly sexual, tantric yoga is for true believers. Amber St. James doesn't know what to believe. At twenty-two years old her focus is on medical school as she prepares to be a pediatrician. Top of her class, she hasn't given much thought to dating or men in general. Her plan is clear.

My life felt like a fast ride on a too short highway. Coming home should be roses and rainbows, but nothing that comes out of the desert blooms free. I was most certainly not free. I'd missed my payment to Blaine, owed the last client a hundred grand I didn't have, and my father was on his deathbed. To make matters worse, Wes was missing in action. As in, no one had seen or heard from him in three weeks. Devastation didn't begin to explain where my mental state was at.

Silas McKnight is the owner of multi-million-dollar musical production company Knight & Day Productions. He’s rich, attractive, and loyal to his core. He’s the man every woman wants but none can have. He’s suffered immeasurable loss, and he doesn’t plan on ever going through that hell again. Dara Jackson, the quirky, stunning meditation teacher at Lotus House Yoga, is also the owner of Sunflower Bakery. She’s always dreamed of being a baker - and a mother. Having grown up an orphan, Dara knows what being alone and feeling unwanted is like. Silas and Dara meet one fated night.

I headed to the island of Oahu, Hawaii, to meet with cutting-edge swimsuit fashion designer Angel D'Amico, to serve as head model for the "Beauty Comes in All Sizes" swimsuit campaign. The designer wanted to show the world that beauty is not just a size two. My curves got me into this gig, and the moment I laid eyes on my modeling "partner" I'd never been happier with my buxom form.

When veteran yoga instructor Mila Mercado was asked to attend a new class and report back to the studio, she had no idea that the over-confident, ruggedly sexy newbie Atlas Powers was going to teach more than just a very controversial and erotic form of yoga.

My name is Honor, but I have none to speak of. I’m a high-society princess on the verge of ending it all. I have nothing to show for my life, though my bank account would say otherwise. Money and status has controlled every ounce of my world and I want no part of it. To find a healthier avenue to deal with my grief, I turned to Lotus House Yoga for salvation - and found it in the tall, dark, and brutally attractive Nicholas Salerno. He’s everything I’m not. Lives every day to the fullest, loves his family, and goes after what he wants with a thrust that’s unmatched.

I’m a good person. At least I try to be. After my husband left me, I picked up the pieces of my broken heart and tried to move on. One shattered piece at a time. Just when I thought things were looking up, that I had suffered enough at the hands of fate, my past came back with nothing to lose and a blade that cut...deep. Figuratively and physically scarred, I had nothing left to hold on to. That’s when Clayton Hart entered my world. With his blue eyes, spikey blond hair, and a body packed with muscles, I never stood a chance.

My world ended the day I received an eviction notice for Lotus House Yoga. Teaching yoga is all I’ve ever known. I’ve been doing tree pose since the age of two. The studio is my home, my legacy. My mother and her best friend left Lotus House to me so that I could carry on spreading goodness and light to everyone who enters our door. Now I’m faced with the very real possibility that it will all go up in smoke…unless I can convince Grant Winters - the most ridiculously handsome and arrogant businessman I’ve ever met - to save not only my business but all those around it.

I had no idea what to expect when the producers of Dr. Hoffman sent me to the pristine white mountains of Aspen, Colorado. As the town of Aspen is known for being a winter haven for uber-rich Americans, I knew this desert cactus was going to be way out of her element. The ace up my sleeve however, was a high-class movie-making surfer whose family owned a cabin in those snowy hills. With him by my side, I'd make the most out of the experience.