“I need a fiancée-of-convenience for this convention in Las Vegas, and you’re the perfect choice.”

Krista was at a loss for words. Was this man seriously asking her to play the role of his wife-to-be?

“I realize there’s little in this…arrangement for you. There will be a level of intimacy involved. You and I, virtual strangers, sharing a room.”

“We’ll be sharing a room?” she gasped. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”

Now would have been the perfect time to tell him she wasn’t the force behind sultry seductress Simona Says, but something inside Krista didn’t want to disappoint him.

“So, Krista, do you agree to be my wife for the duration of the convention?”

His face was inches from hers now. He was so strong, so masculine, so determined. Pure, ambitious hunger set Michael Collins apart from other men.

It was time to take a chance. After all, this could be the adventure of her life, her biggest gamble yet.