Ever heard of a virgin romance author?

Now you have. Spoiler alert: it’s as sad as it sounds.

My roommate thinks I should do some research to help my writer’s block.

When a billionaire publishing executive rejects my book, she has the perfect idea.

The perfectly terrible idea of tricking him into bidding on me through a BDSM site.

I know how it sounds. Crazy. Stupid. Irresponsible. Check, check, check. I couldn’t agree more.

Yes, he’s practically dripping with sex appeal. Yes, any woman with a pulse would kill for a “hello” from him. And yes, he looks like he belongs on a movie screen.

But as far as I’m concerned, he’s just the jerk who rejected my book, and all I care about is getting a chance to tell him off in person. That’s it. Mostly.

Then again, maybe my roommate has a point. A night with him would probably give me enough material to fill half a book.

He wants more than a night, though. He wants a month. And he wants me to sign a contract saying I’m completely and totally his.

I can sign the contract and basically become the heroine from one of my books, or I can say no and keep on living my normal, boring life. Hmm, tough call…