Auctioned to the Billionaire Surgeon

Jelly
My name is Ray Ann Pinkoe. At West Bay’s most exclusive gentleman’s club, I go by Jelly. I’m a hostess with a graduate degree in progress, a mountain of student debt, and a very firm policy against insufferable, gorgeous billionaires who think charm is a substitute for taking no for an answer.

Paolo Lanetti has been stress-testing that policy for months.
I’ve held my ground. Barely. But I’ve held it.

Right up until I walk through the doors of the most important internship of my life — the one I’ve bled and sacrificed for, the one that stands between me and everything I’ve worked toward — and find him sitting behind the desk.
My boss. My supervisor. The man who now holds my entire future in those very same hands I’ve been trying so hard not to think about.
This was absolutely not in the plan.

I can handle him at the club. I can handle him in the hospital. What I’m not sure I can handle is discovering that the man underneath all that arrogance might actually be worth knowing.
And I definitely can’t handle overhearing what he really thinks of me.

Paolo
Ray Ann Pinkoe was supposed to be uncomplicated.

I don’t know why I thought that. Nothing about that woman has ever been uncomplicated. Not the way she looks at me like I’m something to be endured. Not the way she argues with me in a packed hallway without blinking. Not the way I can’t stop thinking about her in rooms she isn’t even in.

My family has a very specific picture of the woman I’m supposed to want. Pedigree. Connections. Someone who fits neatly into the life they’ve built around me. Jelly doesn’t fit their picture, and they’ve made that abundantly clear.
I’ve made my own position equally clear. To myself, if no one else.

Then the woman my family has handpicked decides that no isn’t an answer she’s willing to accept. Suddenly, I’m not just navigating my feelings. I’m navigating a threat. She wants a relationship. I want her to leave Jelly alone. We reach an arrangement neither of us is happy about.

I tell myself it’s temporary. I tell myself Jelly will never know. I tell myself a lot of things these days.
What I can’t tell her… or anyone… is that the second her name appeared on the Cinnamon Girl auction list, every careful, calculated decision I’d made went completely out the window.

No one else is winning her. The price doesn’t matter. The consequences don’t matter.
She matters.
And I am running out of time to show her that before someone else’s lies become the only version of the truth she believes.

She heard everything at that dinner party. Every word. Every silence. What she doesn’t know — what she walked away before she could hear — is that she only got half the story. And half the story might be enough to lose her forever.

Auctioned to the Billionaire Surgeon is the third book in Rayna Azure’s West Bay Billionaires series — sizzling, emotionally charged, and guaranteed to keep you up past your bedtime. Enemies-to-lovers at its most delicious, set against the high-stakes world of West Bay’s elite. Featuring explicit open-door scenes, a rivals-to-reluctant-roommates slow burn, blackmail, a love triangle with teeth, and a hero who is deeply, catastrophically in over his head. Guaranteed HEA. No cliffhanger.

For readers 18+ only.