I call out director John Martigan in front of hundreds of fans—and the author of the books he butchered. What is supposed to be an innocent question during the Space Vendetta panel at Philly Comic Convention turns into an international fandom incident. Whoops.

Being led out of the panel by security isn't my finest moment. But when they drag me into a windowless room and leave me there, I panic.

Then Martigan waltzes in and puts me on the spot.

He is Hollywood's hottest director. Literally. Barely forty years old, he's been named the hottest celebrity bachelor twice and has been at the top of his game for the past decade. I've had a crush on him from day one, but he doesn't need to know that.

When he makes me an enticing offer instead of having me banned from all fandom conventions until the end of time, I hesitate. There's always a catch, and I certainly won't let him take advantage of me—even if part of me wants him to.