The Bid for Aurora

By Jo Lavollee

Two knights in shining armor. One dark, one light.

Aurora has been tricked into offering herself up for auction, and it’s clearly not your usual charity event. The mood is artfully dark, the poses very suggestive, the bids awfully hefty . . . and the winner will expect her to put out.

She’s trapped . . . until two white knights swoop in to rescue her. Dante is terse and dark and has a death glare that gives her feverishly hot chills. As for handsome, golden Scott, he seems to hide a lot of secrets under that polished exterior.

Now with them, once she's safe, she might just want to *play* auction.

The Bid for Aurora is a long erotic romance short story about three not-quite-friends who start giving in to their forbidden attraction.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jo Lavollee
• Release date: May 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005566692

Jo Lavollee

Hi! I’m Jo. I write character-driven steamy romance. My stories tend to come in serials because I love complications. I find nothing’s spicier than characters taking a life of their own.So prepare for adventurous scenarios, very sophisticated friendships, dangerous games, power plays, leading ladies, sexy tricksters, and handsome princes in distress. I like dark alpha males as well as vulnerable cuties. And my female characters tend to come with a rebel streak or a temper. Sue me.You can read stories out of order if you’re just here for a one-night stand. Or you can climb in for the entire ride, thrills, emotions and all. That’s up to you.Firsts in series will generally be free. When a story arc is done, bundles will ensue, and they will read like novels, with a Happily Ever After, or at least a Happy For Now. Stay tuned!

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The Bid for Aurora

Auction Crashers 1

By Jo Lavollee

Copyright 2022 Jo Lavollee

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This is an erotic romance story, so it contains sex scenes and rude words. If all of this is upsetting to you, you don’t have to read it. All characters involved in any adult scene in this work of fiction are far over 18 and even when things get twisty, consent is always exchanged.

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The Bid for Aurora

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The Bid for Aurora

DANTE

I kick my shoes for lack of anything else to kick and sit down hard on the bench, mad at myself. I’m the first one to reach the locker room but the place looks trashed nonetheless. There are clothes, towels, dirty socks everywhere since most of the guys on the team seem to put a lot of pride in being total slobs. And you wouldn’t believe the smell in here. I’m used to it, though, and don’t usually mind it too much, because over the years I’ve associated it with friendship and fun and happiness.

Yeah. For me, happiness smells like old socks.

I laugh, rubbing my short hair with my sweaty palm and breathing in deeply and trying to get my temper back under control. It’s not anything I haven’t done a ton of times before, but for some reason it’s been getting more difficult lately.

From the corridor I catch voices, the rest of the team is coming. I hear Stefan and Amir and Magnus and the low rumble of Scott’s voice. Gods in heaven, Scott’s voice. I try to steel myself, but there’s no time.

They reach the corner and step into the locker room and see me sitting there.

What’s wrong? Magnus asks, being the leader of men that he is.

Nothing, I grumble.

Magnus immediately assumes it’s about that asshole Chris, which of course it is.

Don’t mind that dipshit. I don’t know what he did this time, but I’m getting really tired of it all, he drawls, and he does sound exhausted, too.

He looks at me, though, and adds, Do we really need to talk about this?

I look up. I look Magnus straight in the eye, but of course, all I see is Scott standing right next to him, all steely gray stare and blond strength. Even when I don’t look at Scott, I can’t help but seeing him. The same thing happens when I close my eyes or when I try not to think about anything. Scott’s remanent imprint on my brain is so potent I can’t seem to shake it, and that’s part of the problem.

No, I tell Magnus, We don’t need to talk about it. You’re right. It’s just douches being douches. But you should know I’ll slug him in the head next time he does anything like that again.

Which, since I’m not going to talk about what Chris did, isn’t helping much de-escalate the situation. But I can’t really well go and tell Magnus what fucking stupid Chris has been saying about his little sister, though, can I?

Magnus considers me for what feels like a whole minute. Okay, he says slowly. Now I want to know.

I decide to resort to schoolboy humor. I’m not defiling your virgin ears with that foul story, I tell my team captain.

Amir snorts and Stefan throws a joke about the layer of wax protecting Magnus’s virgin ears, and just like that, the moment is behind us. I breathe in, get up, yank my jersey over my head, grab my towel and my shampoo and wander off towards the brand-new showers. They have literally been redone last week. They don’t even smell like mushrooms and old socks yet, they smell like soap, shampoo, flowers. I can catch a hint of Magnus’s conditioner that he stole from his baby sister and it’s almost like she’s in the room with us.

Our varsity basketball team is pretty rich these days, thanks to Magnus’s stellar captainship and Scott’s uncanny three-pointers and yours truly’s defensive reflexes. All three of us have been called astounding on the field, even magical, if you must know. Most days, playing alongside these guys, winning game after game and getting myself through university like that does feel like fucking magic.

But everything can’t be perfect all the time, and that’s why the universe has created the Chrisses of this world and other such inconveniences.

The hot water pressure on my face does help a little. I lather up quickly and rinse off and am already pulling my towel around my hips when Scott strolls into the room.

Hey, he says.

I let the corners of my lips quirk up, because he does that to me when he talks to me.

I heard what Chris said, he tells me next. That was pretty vile.

I nod, because it was. It was vile and it made me all the madder that some sick part of me felt instantly curious about it.

See, while we were on the field, five minutes ago, Chris just said jokingly that Magnus’s little sister Aurora was all but prostituting herself. He waited until Magnus was out of range before he volunteered that information, but he made sure I heard it. Because he knows I like Aurora, although I never told anybody about it.

Chris has this way of noticing things about people. That douche can sniff out a secret from miles away, and he always uses that knowledge against you.

Do you think it’s true? Scott asks.

Of course it isn’t, I hiss.

But still Scott insists.

"After you left, Chris said that it was all happening at a club downtown, where girls put themselves up for auction. He gave the name and the address. He said there was going to be