Both her and Lilah were on the same ship I arrived on. She’s an exotic dark-haired beauty, with olive skin and almond-shaped eyes.
Nearly dead from exhaustion and a lack of resources on the ship, I’d signed the papers, agreeing to their terms.Īfter health and background checks, the men of Alaska are free to purchase lottery tickets, as many as they like, and then add them to the pot for each bride listed. The Lottery Council explained the situation after I arrived. At least here, I’m giving myself a chance at a life that has more meaning than simply being a trophy, owned by a man I loathe. A life with him would have been pure hell. I was totally unaware I would be required to exchange my freedom for marriage. I had heard rumors of a land where honorable men lived. If I wanted a taste of freedom of any kind, I had to take this chance. The scariest - what if choosing a life here, with these strangers, is worse than the life I would have had back home? It was one of my father’s greatest frustrations, that he could never bully me into the docile child he wanted.īut right now, fear presses heavily in my chest, as a hundred what-ifs race through my mind. I swallow the anxiety that creeps into my throat, not wanting to reveal my apprehension to anyone. The only cost - our lives.Īfter tonight, I’ll belong to six of these men. Well, me and the other two women who have come here of our own free will to find sanctuary in the wild north. I’ve counted seventy-two already and more continue to pile in. Most are tall, all well-built, with masses of muscles and testosterone. The world as we know it may be over, but Tia and her six men of Alaska aren't giving up without a fight. Passion and suspense fill the pages of this dystopian romance. *The Wife Lottery is book one of a six book series. My father is coming for me and he'll make my husbands pay-and that's not a gamble.
But I'm also a woman running from a past that's catching up. I want them all, each for a different reason.
It's more than a game of chance-it's my life falling into the hands of strangers.īut the men who win my hand are ruggedly handsome and promise to protect me until death do us part. And I have no say in who those men will be.
But to stay, I have to enter the wife lottery. In a world where women are seen as a commodity to barter, Alaska promised a sanctuary.
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