Sold to the King

I'm less than a week away from being crowned king. To celebrate my last days of freedom, I'm indulging in all kinds of hedonistic activities——including attending the coveted Virgin Auction. When I see Izzy on stage, I forget where I am. She's gorgeous. I must have her. At any cost. Even if only for three weeks. Even if it can only ever be temporary. And especially because it's the last time I can do something for myself and not what's best for my country. I'm bound by duty and honor, but for the next few weeks I get to have my American cake and eat her too . . . one decadent bite at a time. Contains mature themes.