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Title: The Law of Attraction
Author: N.M. Silber
Genre: Sexy Romantic Comedy/Light Adult
Contemporary Romance (18+)
Publication Date: July 23, 2013
Cover Design: Cheekycovers
Publisher: Mendelssohn
Levy Publishing
Event organized by: Literati
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Synopsis
Once upon a time two lawyers fell in love across a courtroom...
Gabrielle Ginsberg was a public defender with plenty of nerve and Braden Pierce
was an assistant district attorney with a whole lot of swagger. Gabrielle
wanted Braden and Braden wanted Gabrielle.
And Cameron wanted Gabrielle.
And Marla wanted Braden.
And Cole wanted Gabrielle.
And Mrs. Mason wanted Braden.
And an anonymous letter writer wanted to keep Gabrielle and Braden apart.
Together Gabrielle and Braden discovered many important things, like which doors at the courthouse actually locked, and that desks could be useful for more than writing. They also found out that the path of love was not always smooth, and it was sometimes trod upon by some really wacky people, like a confused fanny grabber, an eighty-two year old pothead and a gentleman who threw a wine and cheese party in his pants. Could true love overcome a lack of privacy, interference by jealous rivals and the insanity of the criminal court system?
And Cameron wanted Gabrielle.
And Marla wanted Braden.
And Cole wanted Gabrielle.
And Mrs. Mason wanted Braden.
And an anonymous letter writer wanted to keep Gabrielle and Braden apart.
Together Gabrielle and Braden discovered many important things, like which doors at the courthouse actually locked, and that desks could be useful for more than writing. They also found out that the path of love was not always smooth, and it was sometimes trod upon by some really wacky people, like a confused fanny grabber, an eighty-two year old pothead and a gentleman who threw a wine and cheese party in his pants. Could true love overcome a lack of privacy, interference by jealous rivals and the insanity of the criminal court system?
NOTICE: This book contains explicit descriptions of sexual situations and mature language. It is intended for readers over the age of eighteen.
Excerpt
“No deal,” Braden said, packing up his files.
“What? What do you mean no deal?”
“Gabrielle, the man worked the counter for eight hours with the owner tied up behind him. It’s all on video. I would have to try really hard to lose this case at trial.”
“You want to waste your time trying this? What is it you think I would say to the twelve jurors who gave up their day for that great example of the criminal justice system in action?”
“Maybe you could put on your ‘everybody has a right to a trial’ defense.”
“You know, I’m going to win with that one someday, baby. You had just better watch out.”
“Look, I won’t object to him pleading guilty.”
“With no agreement? How kind of you! Well, at least people won’t question whether I’m trading sexual favors for deals.”
“Wait a minute! You never said that was on the table!” he joked.
“I may have no other choice. He worked the freaking cash register for eight hours to get more money! On camera! C’mon, big boy. I’ll let you cuff me for plea to unlawful restraint with a two year cap.” I winked.
“Pack up your stuff and come with me,” he said, shaking his head. I packed up all of my files and followed him out of the courtroom. I saw that we were headed toward the onsite DA’s offices where prosecutors prepared witnesses and negotiated plea bargains. We went in and he led me to an open interview room, shutting the door behind us. I figured that he had taken pity on me and would throw some kind of bone.
“So, you want to discuss a deal after all?” I asked seriously.
“I’ll think about it, but don’t expect it to be generous, and I won’t offer anything if the victim objects.”
“Okay?” I said, feeling a little confused. “I guess I can understand that. So why did you want to come here?”
“Because I want to kiss that saucy mouth.”
“Oh,” I said, surprised, and felt goose bumps form on my arms. We were at work. This was … different. He walked over and stood right in front of me. I could feel heat radiating from his body and, God, he smelled good. He grabbed my chin and tipped my head back. Then he looked intently into my eyes for a second, leaned down, and I could feel his warm breath and
sense his lips about to brush mine, when he pulled back, teasing me. I opened my eyes again, unsure what to do and afraid to move. I was about to start panting and a small whimper escaped my throat.
It seemed to fire him up and his mouth came down on mine hard and took total possession of it. So far he had been a slow, sensuous kisser but today he was more greedy and demanding, almost dominating, and I’m not ashamed to tell you that I liked it! He reached inside my suit jacket and ran his fingers lightly along my back, sending shivers up and down my spine and I felt my lower regions heating up and liquefying. After melting my panties for a few minutes he pulled back.
“I have a confession. I tend to get a lot of adrenaline flowing in court,” he said in a husky voice. “When I’m in court with you, I also tend to get a lot of testosterone flowing. The combination fires up my libido like you wouldn’t believe.”
“I should argue with you more often,” I replied a little breathlessly.
“You argue with me all the time. We’re lawyers. And you’ve been driving me crazy for quite a while now. If we hadn’t started dating I probably would have banged half the women in this courthouse.”
“I thought that you had banged half the women in this courthouse.”
“Okay, the other half.”
“You know, I think I’m happy that I’m a lawyer. And, believe me, I don’t say that a lot.”
“Nobody says that a lot. I really need to have some hot sweaty monkey sex with you on Friday. And when I say “some” I mean hours’ worth. I’m talking getting seriously freaky until we pass out.”
“That’s the best offer you’ve made me all day. You know that if I wind up trying this dumbass case, I’m going to make you use that adrenaline and testosterone to service me all night.”
“Well then, we’ll definitely need to sleep in the next day. Now I have to get out of here before I hit the floor … with you under me.”
About
the Author
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Once upon a time ... N.M. Silber was a
criminal defense attorney who got up each morning, donned her power suit and
sensible pumps, downed a gallon of coffee and set out to "fight the good
fight" while trying to not go insane. Having a dark sense of humor and a
sarcastic wit helped -- a lot. Another thing that helped was reading. As
escapism was the goal, she liked to read romance novels, especially really
funny ones and really sexy ones. Then one day something beautiful happened --
she read one that was both funny and sexy at the same time. She hung up her
power suit, put away her sensible pumps and moved her coffee mug to her
computer. Now she writes funny and smutty romance novels herself and she lives
happily ever after.
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