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 Excerpt
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 Excerpt
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
tomorrow morning. 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.
Author Bio
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.
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 J. 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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