“Seven, are you okay in there?”

Heat rushed to her hairline, and she closed her eyes. There was no way she could tell him what all the commotion was about. Her clumsiness wasn’t the least bit sexy. An idea took shape. Could she actually do it? She stifled a giggle, her stomach fluttering with nerves. She’d need to ditch her little housefly balls in order to pull this off. Making a quick detour to her suitcase, she sifted through the belts and accessories until her hand closed around what she’d been looking for. A girl’s best friend, she never left home without it.

She stood back behind the Door and opened it just a few inches.

Blake stood outside her door, wearing his pants and opened button-down shirt. With his feet bare and his jacket and tie missing, Seven suspected he had everything already hung up and in straight lines back in his room. She liked seeing him mussed up a bit, and took in his meaty chest and rock-hard abs in one eye-fulfilling look, doing everything in her power not to drool.

He placed a hand on the frame of her door. “Are you okay? I heard something fall and swore I heard you shout.”

Everything in Seven’s single-woman brain screamed for her to open the door and yank the sexy-ass man into her room, but she had a game to play, and she aimed to win. She waved away his words. “Oh, I’m fine.” She panted and turned just enough for him to see her shoulder and part of her waist. She could just imagine how she looked to him, with perspiration on her upper lip, half naked, and her hair disheveled from her fall—and she loved it.

His eyes flared. “What happened?”

It was now or never. There was nothing better than leaving a man wondering, imagining, and wishing he were on the other side of that door. Rule number seven: always leave him wanting more.

Holding her breath, she lifted her dildo up and turned it on.

Blake’s jaw dropped, and his eyes went wide.

“See you in two hours.” And she closed the door.

About the book:

He bet on logic. She bet on love.

Romance author Seven Michaels believes in love to her very core. She has to–not only for herself, but for her readers. So when luxury salesman Blake Turner insults not only her books but the people who read them, Seven’s ready to throw down. How dare a playboy like Blake insinuate Romance Lovers are full of crap?

He wants proof? Fine. She bets Blake she can make him fall for her by using the rules in her latest novel before the end of the convention, or she’ll denounce love in front of all her fellow authors and fans at the Romance Lovers Convention ball. A dangerous game to be sure, but humiliating Blake is worth the risk.

But when Seven realizes she’s the one who’s being seduced, she’s no longer sure who is playing whom…or whether she’ll have a career when the bet is over.

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