7 Days and 7 Nights

7 Days and 7 Nights

Wendy Wax

Language: English

Pages: 368

ISBN: 0553586130

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


It’s Him vs. Her when romance collides with reality--and everyone is watching....

He says...he’ll have his way with her inside a week. Radio personality Matt Ransom of Atlanta’s raucous, testosterone-fueled Guy Talk is counting on a sure thing when he agrees to be locked up in a tiny apartment for seven days with the competition: the earnest Dr. Olivia Moore. It’s an on-camera publicity stunt and Matt’s determined to come out on top.

She says...she’ll never make the same mistake twice. Though their long-ago affair is a secret, Olivia feels as if her broken heart is on display whenever she crosses paths with her infuriatingly cocky--and undeniably charismatic--nemesis. Now she’s stuck with him in the reality show from hell...or is it heaven? All she has to do is keep a level head, even while every other part of her is spinning dizzily out of control.

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the floor and tossed it on the bed. “I’ll go into her room and see what she’s decided. Hold on, okay?” Feeling slightly foolish, he went over to her door and slammed it. With a groan, Olivia flipped over on her other side and pulled the covers up over her head. He stomped loudly across the bedroom floor for effect, then quietly tried to shake Olivia awake once more. “Come on, Liv,” he whispered. “You can do it. Just get up so you can do your show.” He could hear Olivia’s muffled voice through

for your loss.” They stared at each other for a long moment, taking each other’s measure. JoBeth saw a medium-sized man of medium coloring with unremarkable brown eyes. There was nothing flashy about him, but she noticed he’d put himself together with care. The manicured fingernails and carefully pressed oxford shirt proclaimed him a man aware of the picture he presented, as did the freshly barbered hair, each strand perfectly in place. Watching him converse with the waitress, JoBeth gave him

use the opportunity to piss her off and push her away. Somehow the woman had gotten too close and become much too important. Again. He could have told her it wasn’t the sex that muddied the water. It was the totally unfamiliar and completely unacceptable urge he kept feeling to protect her that was screwing everything up. And of course she wasn’t behaving even remotely like he’d anticipated. He’d expected some sort of reaction—tears, recriminations, something. Instead, she’d been prancing around

minute he’d be slipping his fingers under her pajama top and making her tingle all over again. “We don’t have anywhere we need to be just yet. Why don’t you come on back to bed?” Holding her body rigid, she pulled away and turned to look up into the rugged angles of his face. He had a good ten inches on her and close to a hundred pounds, but she refused to feel small. Righteous indignation bubbled in her veins, and she enjoyed his start of surprise when she placed a hand in the center of his

homes, let them get some rest, and we’ll all meet back at the station this afternoon.” The limo turned into Olivia’s neighborhood and took a left onto her street. They sat, with the engine idling outside of Olivia’s house. Only T.J. had anything to say. “In light of the, um, rather spectacular ending of the promotion, I’ve asked the consultant to conduct a final focus group and an additional call-out to gauge audience reaction. I’ll have his report and Detroit’s reaction by the time we meet.”

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