No Ring, No Rules

Wren Okafor dealt cards for four years clean and never once wanted anything she couldn't calculate. Then, on her thirtieth birthday, three men walk into her pit on the same shift. Theo Vance, who owns the casino and has never worked the floor. Damián Reyes, the security chief who fired Ezra Klein for something he didn't do. And Ezra Klein himself, back in the building with a card counter's memory and an axe to grind. By morning, locked in the counting room, they have a deal: Wren trains the dealers, no fraternisation, six weeks. The clause lives for six weeks exactly. What follows is argued, negotiated, and specific in ways Wren has never let herself want. Theo's board doesn't care about any of it—until they try to take his chair, and three men decide to buy back the house. A spicy billionaire reverse-harem romance about the pit, the math, and the only table where the house loses on purpose.