Love, Lies & The D.A. – Rebecca Rohman
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 18, 2014
Jada McLean is about to get married in nine days, when she walks in on her fiancé in a little more than a compromising position. Days later, she’s on a trip that she intends to be relaxing and a prelude to her fresh start, when she runs into the rude, obnoxious, but gorgeous Jonathan Kole.
Jonathan Kole is San Francisco’s newest District Attorney. When he finds himself deeply attracted to a stunning beauty, he has no idea that she’s about to get into BIG trouble with the law—and he’ll be the one presiding over her trial. To make matters worse, his father is the lawyer representing her in the high-profile case.
When a series of events force them together over New Year’s weekend, Jonathan’s feelings and ethics will come into question, while Jada comes to terms with the fact that she is falling for the man that will be responsible for attempting to put her behind bars… Little do they know, they’re both about to fall into a whirlwind so deep, it will send both their lives spiraling out of control.
Rebecca Rohman, is a wife and designer currently living in the Northeastern United States. She was a former Sales Manager for a tourist magazine, and for many years prior, she first did Marketing for a jewelry company, and later a fine wine distributor.
About fifteen years ago, she started writing her first romance novel, Uncorked just to purely entertain herself. It was not until early in 2012 when she decided to complete it, and share it with the world. The story was published in February of 2013. Her second novel Love, Lies & The D.A. will be released on Tuesday, February 18, 2014.
“Who’s that?” Bobby asks.
“Mr. Asshole,” I reply.
He nearly chokes on his wine.
“Yep, the one and only.”
“He’s your type.”
“I don’t have a type. And don’t be fooled; looks can be deceiving. All he is is a jerk wrapped up in nice packaging.”
“Is that what you’ve been telling yourself?”
“Give me a break. He’s rude, entitled, and he has no respect for people that he deems as below him. As we’d say back home, he has no broughtupsy—absolutely no manners.”
I span his rugged thighs as his tongue invades my mouth. My dress is up to my waist, and as we kiss, his palms latch onto my ass. He lines kisses down my neck then pulls away my dress strap and kisses my shoulder.
The lights of an oncoming car flashes round the corner.
“Oh God, Jonathan, stop… stop…” I whisper between kisses.
“What? I know you want me.”
“You’re so bloody arrogant.”
“Just the way you like me.”
“Shut up…” I chuckle, devouring his lips. “We should wait till we get upstairs.”
“If you wanted me to wait, you shouldn’t have bought that painting… or worn that dress… or those come fuck me heels.”
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