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Title: This Ain’t Another Sex Novel
Tired of the endless parade of sex-driven romance novels, Sienna Cole is on a mission to prove that love can be just as captivating without the focus on physical intimacy. As a romance novelist struggling to gain recognition, she’s fed up with the idea that every love story needs a steamy scene to succeed.

Enter Ethan Blackwell, a charming but cynical playboy editor known for turning explicit novels into bestsellers. He’s convinced that passion is the key to a successful love story—and he’s determined to make Sienna’s book no different. But Sienna isn’t backing down.

She challenges Ethan: If she can write a bestselling romance novel without a single explicit scene, he must publish it as-is. If she loses, he gets to rewrite the scenes himself—adding the very heat that Sienna refuses to include.

As the two butt heads over their differing views on romance, the tension builds. But it’s not just their books on the line—it’s their hearts. As the chemistry between Sienna and Ethan intensifies, both must face their own vulnerabilities and realize that love, at its core, is more than just physical attraction.

Can Sienna prove that romance can thrive on emotional connection alone? Or will Ethan teach her that passion is an essential part of any great love story?

This ain't another sexnovel

Sienna stared at the blinking cursor on her laptop screen.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, but for the first time in days, the words wouldn't come. She had been on a roll, writing with a focus she hadn't felt in years. But now? Now, she was stuck.

Ever since their last conversation, his words had been circling in her mind like a song she couldn't turn off.

"Maybe I'm starting to think you're more than just someone I made a bet with."

What the hell was that supposed to mean?

She exhaled sharply and pushed her laptop away. She refused to let him get into her head.

A knock at the door made her jump.

She already knew who it was before she even opened it.

"Seriously?" she sighed, arms crossed as she stared up at Ethan.

He smirked, holding up two iced coffees. "I come bearing peace offerings."

Sienna narrowed her eyes. "You're just here to distract me."

"Partly." He stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. "But mostly, I'm here because you look like you could use a break."

She rolled her eyes but took the coffee anyway, sinking onto the couch as Ethan made himself comfortable beside her.

They sat in silence for a few moments. Ethan didn't fill it with his usual teasing, which was almost unsettling. Instead, he just watched her, his expression unreadable.

Finally, he spoke. "You're overthinking it, aren't you?"

Sienna took a sip of her coffee. "Overthinking what?"

"The story. The bet. Maybe even me."

She shot him a glare, but he just smirked.

"I hate that you think you know me so well."

"I don't think—I know." He leaned back, stretching an arm along the back of the couch. "You're at that point in the book where the characters are close to breaking. The tension is high, emotions are messy. And now, you're panicking because you don't know how to move forward without ruining everything."

Sienna's lips parted slightly. How the hell did he…?

Ethan grinned at her expression. "See? I know you."

She hated that he was right. Because he was.

She wasn't just stuck on the book—she was stuck on the growing tension between them. And whether she wanted to admit it or not, it was affecting her writing.

"So what do you suggest, oh wise editor?" she said sarcastically.

Ethan chuckled. "Write like it's real."

"No, you're still holding back. You're afraid of the emotions you're writing about. But that's what makes a story good, Sienna. You need to stop thinking about what's safe and just… let go."

Sienna stared at him, heart pounding.

Was he talking about the book? Or something else entirely?

She swallowed hard. "And what if I don't know how?"

Ethan's eyes softened slightly, and for once, there was no teasing in his voice when he said, "Then let me help."

Because for the first time since this whole bet started, she wasn't sure she wanted to win anymore.

She wasn't even sure this was just about the book anymore.

More Than Just a Bet