I don’t remember them. But they’ve never stopped craving me. After an accident steals my past, I build a life from scratch. And when I get a last minute invite to join a virgin auction, I'm ecstatic, but I have to confess that I have amnesia and don't know if I've ever had sex. Thankfully the organizer thinks that will be a fun twist. Then two sinfully gorgeous, and slightly familiar, men outbid everyone at the Christmas Cherry Auction—and claim me like they’ve been waiting for this moment forever. Their touches are possessive. Their kisses ruin me. And my body responds to them in a way that feels so much deeper than should be possible. But is there something I'm not remembering? A single use of a nickname triggers a memory that makes me wonder if I've made a horrible mistake. If you love possessive stepbrothers who won't ever give up, join the Christmas Cherry Auction and claim what's always been yours.