Marriage Raffle

In the New Republic, every woman must marry five men. It’s the law. Welcome to the apocalypse. Includes Theirs to Protect, Theirs to Pleasure, and Theirs to Wed.

Nix never put his name in the marriage lottery for a reason. He doesn’t need a woman. There aren’t that many to go around anyway after a genetically engineered virus wiped out 90 percent of the female population. He has his job as head of the Security Squadron, and it’s all he need. He looks out for the township. He protects the few women there are left. 

Shay bringing meals to his cell a few times a week is the only bright spot in the shit show that has become Charlie’s existence after being captured by the enemy. He can’t stop thinking about her. But how can Charlie protect her when he himself is locked up like an animal? But then one day, Shay’s saves him. She breaks him out of prison and says she knows where Charlie’s sister is - the sister Charlie was afraid was dead. As soon as Charlie’s free, he makes a vow. He’ll protect Shay at all costs, even if it means his life.

All Vanessa ever wanted was to be loved. Okay, strike that - all she wanted was not to die at the hands of the homicidal maniac who was obsessed with hunting her down - and to be loved. Was that too much to ask? Going to Jacob’s Well and becoming a Lottery Bride sounded like it would make all Vanessa’s dreams come true. For the first time in her life, she’d have a family. For the first time in her life, she’d have not just one person to love her, but five. And she’d be safe. from the notorious female slave trader, Lorenzo Bernal. There’s just one tiny problem.

In the New Republic, every woman must marry five men. It’s the law. Welcome to the apocalypse. Part Two, Books Four to Five. Look for Part One for the first three books in the series. Includes Theirs to Defy and Theirs to Ransom.

In the New Republic, every woman must marry five men. It’s the law. Welcome to the apocalypse. Drea was completely lost except for Eric’s hands cupping her face. Eric’s blue eyes piercing hers. “This isn’t a marriage where each of us get a sliver of you. No, baby, that’s not how this is gonna work. You have to give every one of us all of you. Pour it all out. Every single drop of yourself and trust that we’ll fill you back up.”

She was always Daddy’s little princess. They’re vicious outlaws. Now she’s theirs, and they’re not going to let her go without a fight. Sophia Wolford’s always looked at the world as if the glass is half full. Even after the Apocalypse. What’s the point of focusing on the negative, after all, when you need to get busy rebuilding the world? Finn Knight sees things differently, however. His motto is: Trust no one and always suspect the worst.