Book of the Week Spotlight: Love, Lies & The D.A. by Rebecca Rohman
Love, Lies & The D.A.
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.
Their
First Meeting
The
pretty, young host escorts me to a table for two near a window with
panoramic water vistas. Within minutes, a server takes my order. As
my café latté arrives, I can’t help but overhear a rude exchange
between a man and his leggy blonde with the host that escorted me to
my seat.
“Look,
I reserved that exact seat yesterday,” he says.
“I
apologize sir, but that seat is not available,” the host replies.
“Well,
if you were doing your job in the first place, it would be available
to me, wouldn’t it?”
“Sir,
I’m sorry for the error, but it wasn’t written here. If you like,
you can wait at the bar where I’ll be happy to serve you a
complimentary beverage of your choice while you wait, or I can
accommodate you at an available table now.”
I
can’t help but look to see who this asshole is.
Everything
about him smells of money. From the designer jeans that hug his ass,
all the way to the Jaeger Reverso watch that graces his wrist. He’s
hot—probably in his mid to late thirties, tall, broad shoulders,
piercing grey eyes, and a head of black hair like I’ve never seen.
Ordinarily,
I might have found him attractive, if only he would just shut up.
Everything
he says to that poor young girl, who has tried so hard to rectify
someone else’s mistake, pisses me off. He’s been nothing but rude
and condescending. As I look up, my eyes land straight on his. Then I
realize they’re all looking my way. I turn around to look behind
me, but there is no one. Then it dawns on me that he’s arguing with
the host about my seat.
My
meal arrives. I mind my business, and I proceed to enjoy it. Before I
know it, I see him approaching my table. I pretend not to notice and
focus all my attention on my lemon ricotta pancakes before me, but
within seconds, he stands beside me.
“Excuse
me, my name is Jonathan Kole. Would you mind terribly if you were
seated elsewhere?”
My
eyes travel across my pancakes to his broad thighs, to his crotch,
and to what I suspect is an extremely trimmed stomach beyond his
black ribbed sweater. Then I stare into his grey eyes in silence.
“You
see, my girlfriend and I met right here at this table a year ago, and
I wanted to propose to her. Here. Today.”
“Actually,
Jonathan, I do mind. Seeing that I’m enjoying my meal, surely you
wouldn’t mind waiting until I’m done. Or perhaps you can let that
polite host, who has done everything possible to accommodate you,
have you seated elsewhere.”
“Do
you have any idea who I am?” he asks.
Asshole!
Your name might sound familiar but who cares…
“No.
You could be the king of England and I wouldn’t give a damn.”
“Who
the hell do you think you are?”
“You
really want to know?” I ask quietly.
He
lowers his head slightly, as if he’s seriously interested.
“I
am a woman who walked in on her fiancé screwing her best friend one
week before her wedding, so forgive me if I’m not in a sentimental
mood.”
His
mouth drops open at my response.
“Now,
if you’ll excuse me, Mr. Kole, I’d really like to enjoy my
brunch.”
His
piercing grey eyes are glaring into mine. I know he’s angry. His
temple pulsates as he stares at me. He walks away completely
flushed.
I
don’t care. Perhaps if he had been nicer to that host I would have
considered his request. However, because he comes from money doesn’t
give him the right to speak to people any which way he wishes.
I
continue to enjoy my meal and notice him walking hand in hand to the
bar with Malibu Barbie. Half an hour later, I ask for the check then
purposely make him wait an additional five minutes before I leave.
On
the way out, the host looks at me bright-eyed. “No one ever speaks
to Mr. Kole that way, Miss McLean.”
“Well,
it’s time someone taught him some manners,” I reply. I hand her a
healthy tip, and I’m on my way.
Steamy
We
finish lunch and watch a movie and some football, complete with
popcorn and soda. When the sun starts its descent, we head to the hot
tub. I am a little nervous. I hope I don’t gawk at him again. I
slip into a little white bikini, wrap myself in a robe, and head
out.
When
I get onto the terrace, I try to ignore the fact that ass-hugging
Ralph Lauren trunks cling to every inch of his well-endowed front…
and back. He steps into the tub, and after I tear my robe away, he
stretches out his hand and helps me in. I have no idea what I was
thinking when I agreed to this. I can’t get hot and sexy images of
us having passionate sex in the tub out of my head.
Since
Richard and I broke up, my body has craved sexual pleasure in a way
it hasn’t before, but this is flipping torture. Sure, I’ve
pleasured myself a few times, but there is no substitute for a man
who you’re physically attracted to who you know knows all the right
things to do to you in bed. Sitting opposite to him, I close my eyes,
sit back, and relax. I hope that I don’t give him a clue that while
I lie here, I am practically salivating at the mouth and lusting for
his sexual pleasure.
I
am just starting to calm down and relax when he raises one of my feet
and massages, working his thumbs from around my ankle to the arch of
my foot and then my toes. My God, I swear this could be considered
foreplay, because what he is doing to me right now causes all sorts
of tension to develop between my thighs, along with the tingling
sensation that runs down my lower back.
My
goodness. Is he purposely trying to seduce me, or is he completely
unaware of what his actions are doing to my body?
Oh,
don’t be naïve, Jada. Of course he knows what he’s doing. He’s
made his feelings for you abundantly clear.
He
moves to my other foot, and as he works, a soft moan spurts out of my
lips. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this sexually
aroused. I try to remember the last time I was with Richard, and
nothing comes to mind. Jonathan snaps me back to the present when his
hands move from my feet and he works his way up my calf.
Oh
God, that feels good.
I
feel like I’m losing control. I want him to make love to me. I open
my eyes, and I’m startled when I find him staring straight at me.
He hooks his arms under my thighs and pulls me towards him. The look
in his eyes are filled with pure desire. I’m straddling him, and I
can feel his erection in the center of my crevasse; just a few thin
strips of fabric are between us.
He
folds me in his arms and draws me close to him. My heart explodes
between our bodies, and my hardened nipples are against his chest. I
lean my forehead against his, and finally our lips touch. He gently
braces my head with his palm, and I wrap my arms around his neck. He
kisses me again, but this time I part my lips, allowing his tongue to
slip into my mouth. I open my mouth wider, letting him deepen our
kiss, allowing our tongues to tease and explore each other. My hands
roam over his neck, shoulders, and chest.
His
hands glide over my shoulders and down to my back. He draws me closer
towards him. Kissing my neck, his hands caress my back, and his
fingers inch closer to the ties of my swimsuit.
Suddenly,
I remember that he may very well be the man to ensure that I am sent
off to prison.
I
pull away. My breathing is heavy—so is his. My forehead is still
against his. He kisses me on my cheek then my neck.
“Why’d
you have to be the bloody District Attorney?” I whisper.
“And
why’d you have to be a suspect?” he responds.
Sexually
Explicit
After
dinner, Jada’s on the phone with her brother in the living room
while I get to work upstairs in my office. I have to finish getting
ready for a deposition first thing tomorrowmorning. A couple
hours in, my office door opens and Jada walks in. Her wet hair falls
in curly locks over her shoulders.
“Hey,
Babe. You okay?” I ask.
She
gazes into my eyes but does not verbally respond. She walks over to
me, spanning her legs across my body while I sit in my office chair.
She pulls away my T-shirt she’s wearing over her head, revealing
her completely nude body. She’s doesn’t have any underwear on,
and at that moment, it becomes clear what she wants.
She
devours my lips as one of her hands travel towards my crotch. Sex is
the furthest thing on my mind, but my cock stands erect and seems to
agree with her plan. Her eyes are filled with so much desire, and
before I can think to protest, I hear the zipper on my jeans head
south.
“Ja—”
I try to stop her, but she ignores my subtle protest.
Within
seconds, she rips my jeans off, and her hands travel up and down my
stiff cock as she descends between my thighs. I soon feel the warmth
of her mouth surrounding me. I give up on trying to stop her, shut my
laptop, and push it to the side of my desk. I watch while she
swallows my cock. She’s sucking on it like a leech, massaging me in
all the right places.
I
sink my hand into her hair over her head and rotate my hips between
her slippery fingers and into her mouth. I know I won’t last much
longer if she keeps this up. I’m about to explode.
“Fuck,
Jada.” I stand and pull her to her feet. Then after pulling my
shirt over my head, I shove all the files on the desk away. A pile of
books towards its edge comes crashing down to the floor before I set
her to lie on my desk. For her pleasure, probably more so mine, I’ll
give her what she wants. I sit in my chair, spreading her legs far
apart. I rub her gently with my fingers then circle her center with
tender kisses. I aim straight for her swollen pussy and release my
tongue inside her.
She’s
quickly becomes saturated, and her soft pleasurable cries and moans
permeate through the room. She raises her ass repeatedly to meet my
stride, and her erotic, sexual dance lets me know she’s enjoying
this as much as I am. I alternate licking her with rubbing her clit
with my middle and index fingers, arousing her further. She’s
sweet. I could do this to her all night long, and the sight of her
juices running down her thighs and my hands makes me eager to get
inside her.
I
come up for air, using my fingers above and inside her, then take a
moment to absorb her beauty. Her eyes meet mine. She slips off the
desk and straddles me in my chair, slowly swinging her hips over my
erection.
I
circle my hands around her head and look into her eyes. I’m not
sure, but I think what started out as pure sexual desire for her
might have turned into something else. I see a speck of vulnerability
in her eyes, and it’s at that moment, I realize what she might need
is so much more than awesome sex.
I
draw her head towards me, kissing her gently on her lips. The
intensity between us rises, and as we zealously kiss, the sight of
her engorged ruffles slipping over my cock makes me want all of her.
I
lift her, placing her on my desk once more. I stand, and she comes to
her feet surrounding her arms around my neck as we kiss. With her in
my arms, I take tiny steps towards the door. It’s my intention to
take her to my bed, but she’s now massaging my cock, and I can’t
hold back further.
I
plaster her lithe body against the wall, slowly entering her. She
wraps her slender arms around my neck, her soft kisses on my throat
heightening my desire for her.
My
arms brace her extended legs apart as I continue to ascend my body
into her. She ties her legs around my sweaty frame as I circle her in
my arms.
Her
kisses become more demanding. I want to please her. I feel her loving
caress in my hair, her soft touch on my wound from this afternoon,
and her soft whispers of my name. I know she’s nearing her peak.
I
gaze at her as I thrust myself into her, sending her body up and down
against the wall. Her eyes are closed, some of the wet tendrils of
her hair are plastered around her neck, and her mellifluous
pleasurable moans arouse me further.
We
slowly collapse to the plush rug on the floor, and as I kneel on the
floor with her wrapped in my arms, she slips her slippery wet core
over my stiff arousal. Our tongues are in a never-ending dance as we
passionately kiss.
I
flip her over, face down, and I bury my cock inside her. Taking her
from behind, I circle my cock inside her, boring my ass into her
while pleasuring her core again, and again, and again, all while
teasing her, gratifying her, rubbing her pleats.
I
need to see her face. There’s nothing I love more than watching her
come. I flip her onto her back. Her hands clasps mine as I slowly
move over her, delving myself into her.
“Oh,
Johnny…” she cries out in utter bliss.
“Yes,
Babe… Harder?”
“Yes.”
“Faster?”
“Yes…Deeper…”
She’s
near her release. I hold her firmly in place as she wraps her arms
around my shoulders and give her what she so desperately desires,
thrusting my body hard and deep inside her.
I,
too, am so close to coming. Her moaning is louder, and as she
announces her grandeur, I feel her nails digging firmly into my back.
She’s coming, hard, and as I watch her convulse in my arms, I join
her and we both release.
Guest
Post by Rebecca Rohman
Love,
Lies & The D.A.
I
worked on this book for the last year and the whole time, I could
hear my mentor’s voice in my head.
“Telling
not showing,” she’d say, or “I’m not convinced… not feeling
it here.”
With
this book I pushed myself, and tried to blow everything I knew I was
guilty of with my first book (at least during the writing phase), out
the park. My aim was to make the reader and my mentor, laugh and cry.
I want readers to feel happy and sad, and at times I want them to
feel angry—I want them to experience what the characters feel.
I’ve
always had the most difficult time being funny in my writing and it
was something I really strived to do in certain parts of this book. I
think I’ve succeeded—it’s up to bookworms out there to
decide:). I’m silly, I laugh at my own jokes and depending on my
husband to tell me if something was funny or not in a romance novel,
was a complete waste of time.
He
always gave the same blah response, “It’s cute.”
Not
necessarily what you want to hear when attempting to write a funny
scene.
The
scenes where I wanted to evoke tears were the most difficult however.
I had to get myself in “the zone”. That meant privacy, quiet,
soft or no music, then I’d put myself in my characters shoes and
I’d imagine how they’d feel.
In
some instances, it was as simple as going back to a sad time in my
life, but in others, I used my own fears— how I thought I would
react in a given situation to write those scenes. I thought if I felt
what the characters did; it would translate to the readers too. When
I found myself bawling while my fingertips scrambled across the
keyboard, I truly believed I would succeed in roping the reader in.
My
aim was to keep readers engaged from page one all the way to the very
end. Love, Lies & The D.A. will take people through a myriad of
emotions—from lighthearted moments, to intense situations, from
close encounters to steamy love scenes. Readers will laugh, and they
will cry. I hope they thoroughly enjoy the heartwarming and sometimes
heart-wrenching journey that Jada and Jonathan go through as they
turn through the pages of my book.
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Rebecca
Rohman is a wife and designer currently living in the Northeastern
United States. She was a Sales Manager for a tourist magazine, and
for many years prior, she was involved in marketing for a
jewelry company, and later for 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. Love, Lies & The D.A. is
her second novel.
Thank you for spotlighting me this week. I appreciate you sharing :)
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