{"id":252278,"date":"2026-07-13T01:55:49","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:55:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/auctioned-to-be-mine-weston-parker\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T01:55:49","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:55:49","slug":"auctioned-to-be-mine-weston-parker","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/auctioned-to-be-mine-weston-parker\/","title":{"rendered":"Auctioned To Be Mine – Weston Parker"},"content":{"rendered":"
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He\u2019d been watching me for the last ten minutes. And it was very literally making me hot. My skin was tingling. And then there was the throbbing somewhere I didn\u2019t want to think about. I shifted on the couch. I thought maybe it was in my head, but no way. That man was looking at me like I was on the menu. He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, container of fried rice forgotten beside him. He was staring at my mouth. I could feel my heartbeat speeding up.<\/p>\n

I closed my notebook. \u201cVictoria,\u201d he said in that voice that was all honeyed whiskey. Goosebumps covered my body. A tingling sensation started in my toes and spread through me. And then he was up and moving toward me. He reached for me. His hands cupped my face and gently pulled me to my feet.<\/p>\n

His mouth slammed against mine. My arms immediately wrapped around him and pulled him closer. I felt as if he was devouring me. His mouth was everywhere. Sucking on my neck and then using his teeth. I didn\u2019t know where to touch him first. My body felt electrified.<\/p>\n

And then his mouth was back on mine, swallowing every breath and moan. I pulled back just far enough to breathe. Me legs shook with the intensity of his kiss. He brushed his knuckles across my cheek. My lips felt swollen. He lowered his mouth to mine again. \u201cI can\u2019t get enough of you,\u201d he murmured against my lips before he kissed me again. This one was slower. He took his time.<\/p>\n

His hand slid from my waist to the small of my back and drew me closer and I went. Then we were dropping to the couch. I ended up half in his lap with my hands pressed flat against his chest. I could feel his heartbeat. Fast, like mine. I kissed him harder and felt him exhale through his nose. I worked the top button of his shirt open and then the next one. His head dropped back slightly, giving me a better angle, and I pressed my mouth to the side of his throat and felt his pulse against my lips.<\/p>\n

\u201cVictoria.\u201d \u201cMm.\u201d \u201cTell me what you want.\u201d I lifted my head and looked at him. His shirt was half open. His composure was thoroughly gone. He looked at me with so much desire it was almost terrifying. I had never felt so wanted. \u201cYou,\u201d I answered. He reached up and pulled the elastic from my hair, which fell around my shoulders. He ran his fingers through it and smiled as it sprang back.<\/p>\n

\u201cNatural?\u201d \u201cYes.\u201d \u201cI like it.\u201d<\/p>\n

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In places she has no business being and somehow always is. Now she\u2019s become my favorite problem. Which would be fine if she wasn\u2019t gorgeous. Or so determined to make the world better that she keeps reminding me there\u2019s life outside of work. I have a store to launch, a family counting on me, and approximately a thousand more important things demanding my attention.<\/p>\n

Instead, I\u2019m wondering when I get to see her again. For a guy who wasn\u2019t looking for anything serious, I\u2019m getting dangerously attached to a woman who never saw me coming. The worst part? I never saw her coming either. And now I can\u2019t see my life without her in it. 1kitap1.com\/en Introduction Hey! We\u2019re missing you over here at the Parker\u2019s Insider Group. Where you at?!? Come grab your spot with the best book part in town and let\u2019s connect. Also you get a FREE novel when you join, cause, why not?<\/p>\n

See you on the inside\u2026 Get it HERE 1kitap1.com\/en A NOTE TO THE READER I don\u2019t use AI in my books. I\u2019m a straight-shooter, so I\u2019ll say it upfront: every story I write comes from me or me and my sister, Ali Parker. It starts with a rough idea, a \u201cwhat if,\u201d and characters who don\u2019t always behave the way they should\u2026<\/p>\n

but that\u2019s kind of the point. I spent years in the fire service, where things were real, fast, and unpredictable, and I guess I carried that into my writing. These stories have grit, edge, and a little chaos built in. This book was written the old-school way. Late nights, early mornings when I had to, and a whole lot of time at the keyboard figuring these characters out. No AI.<\/p>\n

No shortcuts. Just me, my imagination, and a solid team of real people behind the scenes helping make sure the story hits the way it should. I know what it\u2019s like to need an escape. For me, it used to be adrenaline and the job. Now, it\u2019s building stories that pull you in and give you somewhere else to be for a while. If this book gives you that, even for a few hours, then it did its job.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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