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
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.
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.
goodness. Is he purposely trying to seduce me, or is he completely unaware of
what his actions are doing to my body?
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.
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
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
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.
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.