Lawyer Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Professor Harris's voice droned steadily on about unreliable narrators and I fixed my eyes on the whiteboard and breathed. But another paper ball landed on my lap."Bet you're already wet just from reading that. Do you clench every time I look at you, Clara?" My nipples tightened against my bra and I was suddenly, acutely aware of every point of contact between my clothing and my skin. Shame and want twisted together inside me into something I didn't have clean language for because I was the quiet librarian's assistant,with perfect notes and had never once broken a rule that mattered. And here was Jax Rivera making me regret my decisions.

"You've destroyed him, you understand that? He'll never be perceived as an alpha male by anyone who witnessed what just happened, and they'll be more than eager to spread the story. His power base is gone, and he'll never get it back. At least not here. I'll bet you anything he'll leave the firm in less than three months. " I shrugged. "If it wasn't me, sooner or later it would have been someone else. Wanna dance?" She did. ***** It turns out lawyers make pretty good lovers. She was on me like a cat in heat the moment we pulled away from the curb. Three blocks later, she shrugged out of the top of her dress. Her breasts were small but perfectly shaped, high and firm, her nipples huge, and ve

But I saw it and something cold and slow moved through my chest. I told myself I was imagining it. I was good at that. Roman's lawyer stood. Tall, polished, the kind of man whose suits cost more than my childhood home. He cleared his throat. "Your honour, my client did not abuse his wife." His voice filled the room effortlessly. "What we have here is a woman who entered this marriage already carrying another man's child." A pause. Deliberate. Letting it land. "A woman who has consistently disrespected her husband, embarrassed him publicly, and routinely met with male clients under the guise of professional obligation."

“ I have more important things to do.” The officiant quickly swallowed. “Of course.” He fumbled and opened his book. “Adrian Moretti, do you take Lucia Romano to be your lawful wife, to stand beside her in prosperity and hardship, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others as long as you both shall live?” “I do.” “And Lucia Romano, do you take Adrian Moretti to be your lawful husband, to love, honor, and cherish him for the rest of your life?” “I do.”

"Should I be worried?" "No." Dominic smiled. "It taught me that sometimes you can be right and still lose." The statement hung in the air. Clara looked toward Axel. Axel looked toward Clara. Neither had considered that possibility. Because lawyers were trained to win. Not to understand. Not to compromise. Not to admit vulnerability. Winning was easier. Relationships weren't. ----------------------------- As the afternoon sun began to set, the atmosphere slowly softened. The tension didn't disappear completely. But it loosened.

She clasped her hands together, her eyes shined more brightly, and for a second, he took his time to examine it, her eyes shining beautifully. "So, this is my old bookstore where I used to come and purchase books. I mostly read books about law, and best sellers." It was as if she wanted to tell him a secret, because she appeared shy now. "I also read romance novels here." Sucker up. He was supposed to be frowning right now, but then, he was walking along the stacks, "Who are your favorite authors?" She seemed excited to talk to him, had she never said this to anyone before? She fastened her steps, her strapping her blazer over her white shirt underneath, "Julia Quinn! I love her historical r

It was hard for him to believe she had been a high powered New York City District Attorney. When she told him she had quit her job to become a romance writer, Alex had been unimpressed. He enjoyed murder mysteries, especially ones with lots of steamy sex, and he’d written occasional columns for the two Postmaster’s Association magazines, The Postal Advocate, and Postmasters Gazette. But a girly romance novel was the last thing Alex would ever be interested in reading, and after seeing the address label on the last package he pulled out of the sack, he knew no one else was going to be reading it either.

"The two aren't mutually exclusive." He placed the page back on the table. "You keep looking for legal flaws." "Because we're lawyers." "No." Roman leaned forward slightly. "We're strategists." His eyes locked onto hers. "The law is just the battlefield." Vivian studied him. There it was again. That dangerous way he looked at problems. As though rules existed merely to be understood... ...before they were outmaneuvered. It should have unsettled her. Instead... She found herself wanting to hear what he'd say next.

"Is this love at first sight? What on earth am I saying? I must be insane." She'd always been the type of girl who jumped in feet first and fell in love at first sight, but this had to do with that emotion. This right here was chemistry, and precisely what she needed in her life. He wasn't dull but dependable, and he filled her with lust and desire this weekend, unlike she's ever known before. Rome surely could fuel her fantasies for the next fifty years. Or longer. The next morning: The lawyer's office was in a quaint area of town. The taxi lets Rome out in front of the building. When he went inside, he was offered a seat. Then, minutes later, Bridgette walks in.

We weren’t in high school anymore where being friends will the cool kids got you places, but we were adults who knew what we wanted out of our lives and knew how to get there. “Alright then,” Damien surprised me by holding out his hand for me to take. “My name is Damien Romano and I’m a lawyer. I’m currently working in Montana but I will be moving to LA shortly. I am also a divorcee, which is epic considering that I’m a divorce lawyer and have successfully freed two hundred and seventy nine couples from their miserable marriages.”