The Divorce Attorney
by Melanie Munton
Series: Series Name
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: May 26, 2020
What are you supposed to do when your insanely hot divorce attorney leans over after you’ve signed your divorce papers and seductively whispers in your ear, “Give me a call if you want to know how it feels to be handled by a real man since you were clearly too much woman for him,” before sliding his business card over and walking out the door?
I mean, what do you do with that?
Sure, I’m tempted. I just lost a hundred and eighty pounds of stupid, cheating man. I deserve to treat myself.
The thing is, I think he might be too much man for me.
After all, he’s fifteen years my senior, though he doesn’t look it.
But the urge to learn what this seasoned pro could teach me proves irresistible.
And as it turns out, he’s a pro at a lot of things…like destroying people’s lives.
“As a lawyer, you must be very familiar with the laws against stalking.”
He’s almost reached the bottom of the stairs when he chuckles. “To be considered stalking, the law states that a person’s behavior would have to cause a reasonable person to fear for his or her safety or cause substantial emotional distress.”
His feet step off the last stair, and we’re on equal ground. The same level.
But are we really?
“Do you feel as if your safety has been compromised, darlin’?” he pushes. “Do you feel like you’re in danger?”
Of spontaneously orgasming? Yes.
“No.” I turn to fully face him, my hand sassily moving to my hip. “But I don’t think I can be considered a reasonable person when I’m around you.”
There’s that gleam in his eyes again, making them appear almost glassy. He’s either excited or he’s stoned off his ass.
He takes another step toward me. “And why is that?”
No bullshit, right? No speaking in riddles? That’s apparently what we’ve both silently agreed to.
“Because it seems you’re the only person other than myself who can control my body and mind. How can I be considered reasonable if I’m not in control of my own faculties?”
Oh, that excitement just ramped up to…blatant hunger.
Another step toward me. “And have I caused you any emotional distress?”
“Stress, yes. Distress, no.”
He slowly nods in understanding as he keeps moving in my direction. And doesn’t stop until he’s about six inches away from me.
His intoxicating vitality might just kill me.
His body is the perfect personification of capability and strength. When he’s this close to me, it’s as if he wraps all that brawny potency around me like a cloak. When I think of the phrase all that is right with man, Carter’s face will forever be burnished onto my brain.
“You know what I hear works well for stress?” he whispers, his mouth only a hairsbreadth away from mine.
Oh, sweet Jesus, kiss me.
I never knew I could need something so bad. To the level that I’m getting the shakes, like a junkie. How can you crave something you’ve never had? How can a thirst need to be quenched from something you’ve never savored before? I guess it’s like when you’re starving in the desert for a week and stumble across the first food source. I don’t have to know what it is that I’m about to eat to know that I need it in order to survive.
Carter is my sustenance.
I’ve wandered the desert for four years with Grant. I’ve been starving for passion. I’ve thirsted for desire. I want heat that burns but doesn’t blister. I want my life to look like a lush oasis rather than a sea of dry sand dunes.
I’m sick of withering away.
“What’s that?” I breathe.
He angles his head, and I prepare for the feeling of his mouth against mine. As much as one can prepare for the kind of meteor impact that ultimately changes all life on Earth.
My eyes slide shut.
He’s almost reached the bottom of the stairs when he chuckles. “To be considered stalking, the law states that a person’s behavior would have to cause a reasonable person to fear for his or her safety or cause substantial emotional distress.”
His feet step off the last stair, and we’re on equal ground. The same level.
But are we really?
“Do you feel as if your safety has been compromised, darlin’?” he pushes. “Do you feel like you’re in danger?”
Of spontaneously orgasming? Yes.
“No.” I turn to fully face him, my hand sassily moving to my hip. “But I don’t think I can be considered a reasonable person when I’m around you.”
There’s that gleam in his eyes again, making them appear almost glassy. He’s either excited or he’s stoned off his ass.
He takes another step toward me. “And why is that?”
No bullshit, right? No speaking in riddles? That’s apparently what we’ve both silently agreed to.
“Because it seems you’re the only person other than myself who can control my body and mind. How can I be considered reasonable if I’m not in control of my own faculties?”
Oh, that excitement just ramped up to…blatant hunger.
Another step toward me. “And have I caused you any emotional distress?”
“Stress, yes. Distress, no.”
He slowly nods in understanding as he keeps moving in my direction. And doesn’t stop until he’s about six inches away from me.
His intoxicating vitality might just kill me.
His body is the perfect personification of capability and strength. When he’s this close to me, it’s as if he wraps all that brawny potency around me like a cloak. When I think of the phrase all that is right with man, Carter’s face will forever be burnished onto my brain.
“You know what I hear works well for stress?” he whispers, his mouth only a hairsbreadth away from mine.
Oh, sweet Jesus, kiss me.
I never knew I could need something so bad. To the level that I’m getting the shakes, like a junkie. How can you crave something you’ve never had? How can a thirst need to be quenched from something you’ve never savored before? I guess it’s like when you’re starving in the desert for a week and stumble across the first food source. I don’t have to know what it is that I’m about to eat to know that I need it in order to survive.
Carter is my sustenance.
I’ve wandered the desert for four years with Grant. I’ve been starving for passion. I’ve thirsted for desire. I want heat that burns but doesn’t blister. I want my life to look like a lush oasis rather than a sea of dry sand dunes.
I’m sick of withering away.
“What’s that?” I breathe.
He angles his head, and I prepare for the feeling of his mouth against mine. As much as one can prepare for the kind of meteor impact that ultimately changes all life on Earth.
My eyes slide shut.
Melanie grew up in a small town in rural Missouri. After marrying her husband, she decided she wanted to try coastal life because why not? A few months later, they moved to North Carolina where she discovered her passion for writing, and they never looked back. They are now enjoying life with their beautiful daughter in Savannah, GA and loving every minute with their little Georgia peach.
Melanie’s other passion is traveling and seeing the world. With anthropology degrees under their belts, she and her husband have made it their goal in life to see as many archaeological sites around the world as possible.
She has a horrible food addiction to pasta and candy (not together…ew). And she gets sad when her wine rack is empty.
At the end of the day, she is a true romantic at heart. She loves writing the cheesy and corny of romantic comedies, and the sassy and sexy of suspense. She aims to make her readers swoon, laugh out loud, maybe sweat a little, and above all, fall in love
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