Desperate for a paycheck after forfeiting a chance at her dream career, Roxie Malone accepts a job at a law firm, assisting a hard-to-please and too tempting criminal attorney. Struggling to censor her sarcasm and adjust to the expectations of the challenging man, she maintains one goal. Do not get fired. As long as she refuses to mix business with pleasure, she might have a shot at earning the bonus at the end of the case.
Me, assistant. You, boss.
Losing the drive that made him one of the top lawmen at his firm, Grant Newland takes a leave of absence at the worst possible time. Upon hearing his friend is charged for murder, Grant races back to work to fight for justice. But concentrating on the case is easier said than done with the gorgeous, no-nonsense assistant trailing behind him.
Blurring the linesâ¦
Roxie and Grant agree to leave their pasts behind them, opting to swallow the pain of the sacrifices theyâd made. They focus on answering one question. Who killed famous singer, Josh Warren? Chasing clues and stumbling over dead ends, they try to deny their attraction to each other. Itâs only a matter of time before they can debate whether it might be better to tackle their case as a team, instead of resisting each other.
With a head full of red hairâreal red, not strawberry or auburn, but flat-out, vibrant, bold, redâshe jerked her face toward him. She narrowed her eyes as she studied him. A slow, concentrated onceover from his immaculately polished shoes, all the way up to his still-wet-from-the-shower hair.
Like Jessica Rabbit, in one sexy, sweet package on her knees in front of him, her hair fell to cover one eye.
Oh, fuck me.
âJuanitaâ¦?â Grant couldnât remove his stare from the woman. A sinking feeling she was bad news clouded his mind. The mere sight of her and he couldnât think fast enough, all blood fueling a more southernly head.
Red rose to her feet, showing tight curves in her simple black skirt, her green blouse failing to contain her cleavage. Papers stayed clutched in a bunch in one hand, and she stuck her other in a fist at her hip.
âGrant, please meet your new assistant,â Juanita said.
Oh, fuck me, please. No.
Juanita and Lia had pulled this kind of stunt before, when heâd been grouchy prior to his leave. Theyâd hired gorgeous, fuckable women to be his assistant. Maybe Chris had been in on it, too, thinking a hot woman in his immediate proximity might snap him out of his asshole ways. An office-arranged rebound to distract him from the toxicity of his ex at the firm.
He never fraternized with the staff. Ever.
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Amabel Daniels lives in Northwest Ohio with her patient husband, adventurous toddlers, smiley baby, and a collection of too many cats and dogs. Although she holds a Masterâs degree in Ecology, her true love is finding a good book. When she isnât spending time outdoors, or wondering how to negotiate with her mightily independent two-year-old daughter, sheâs busy brewing up her next novel, usually as she lets her mind run off with the addictive words of âwhat ifâ¦â
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