Sold to the Alien Mobsters (Rogue Aurelians #2)

Captured. Sold. Three brutal alien mobsters on the brink of war. A curvy heroine who won't give in.

We're brought kicking and screaming to the alien auction house.

I was supposed to be an artist. I was supposed to be a sculptor, creating beauty. Instead, I am reduced to nothing more than my body. The men who come to a slave auction care about one thing, and one thing only...

There aren't supposed to be Aurelians at the slave auction. The seven-foot-tall perfectly muscled God-like aliens are supposed to have... strict rules forbidding slavery. These three are covered in scars and tattoos, and every man in the room quivers in fear at their presence.

Rogues Aurelians. Criminals who threw off the shackles of their Empire to claim their own destiny.

They own the room...

And they want to own me