✰ Bianca ✰ Janeane ✰ 
• 23 May 2018
• standalone lawyer romance
• standalone lawyer romance
★★★★
4.25 Stars
4.25 Stars
Seduced
for a night. Taken forever.
With only
nine months left at Stanford, and despite being top of her law school class,
Lori Havens takes leave to care for her sick mother. That means she juggles three
jobs, the best of which is researcher for novelist, and syndicated columnist of
"Cat Does Crime," Cat Summer.
One
evening after finishing up her work at Cat's apartment building, Lori has an
encounter with a sexy stranger, and does something out of character. She goes
home with him. The night is perfect, he's perfect, wealthy, powerful and from
out of town. Morning comes, and despite their connection, Lori leaves before he
finds out she's far from the equal he believes her to be. She's not a charity case
and she's not after his money. She will make her own. In other words, she
leaves before her prince charming finds out she's no princess.
Lori quit law school only months from being a lawyer to go back home to take care of her mom after her stroke. Now Mom is ok and even back at work, and Lori is still not back at school. They have too many hospital bills to pay. She's working for the previous books' heroine Cat and at a coffee shop and as a clerk person in a law firm.
And then she meets him. A sexy stranger on the street. Cole.
Instant attraction and fascination.
Instant attraction and fascination.
A sexy dirtly little one-night stand might just be the thing she needs. She doesn't have time for more. But Cole doesn't give up. Once he's back in New York, he vows to find her again.
And he does - but now things are really complicated ... ☺
WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO LORI & COLE???
WILL THERE BE A HEA??
WILL THERE BE A HEA??
READ THE BOOK TO FIND OUT ☺
Great Lawyer Romance!!!
Well, that was adorable!
A fun & exciting & interesting & really sexy lawyer romance!
There's this huge insta attraction and intrigue for both of them, but of course Cole doesn't - yet - live in NYC and Lori doesn't have time for love. Or sex. BUT, she can't forget him!
And then a few months later - he's suddenly kind of her boss! Adorable.
But being her boss doesn't stop Cole from pursuing her!
I really enjoyed reading it! We just know that they belong together - but Lori is a bit stubborn about money and independence, BUT we'll get to our happily ever after ... GREAT STORY!
Just like the first book, this one was a tiny bit too long for me. Things are described too much - too many redundant details I didn't care about - or people are having way too long thoughts. A few pages less would've been better .... BUT I really liked all the characters and the story.
DIRTY RICH CINDERELLA STORY was a very adorable & exciting & sexy lawyer romance!
Run to your nearest amazon for your own Cole - this one is MINE!!!☺
ARC received for an honest review
I have not read the first Dirty Rich story (Dirty Rich One Night Stand) however this has not affected my understanding or enjoyment of Dirty Rich Cinderella Story at all.
Cole and Lori's story is a modern day Cinderella, strangers passing in the night only to find each other again.
I love Lori's strength, even if at times she takes the "strong, independent woman who needs nobody's help" to extremes and I got frustrated with her. I could understand why she is how she is, however I just want her to take the helping hand being offered - no strings attached.
Cole is just all kinds of swoonworthy. From the first time our lover's worlds collide I knew he was going to be become a favourite LRJ character.
Ms Jones has written some amazing series with 2 or 3 or more stories in them, however I am really liking her stand alones.
Strong characters, enjoyable story line, I read this book in one sitting. I can't wait to see where she takes us next.
• EXCERPT •
I own you.
With those words, my words, my intent in the air, and my
fingers still tangled in Lori’s hair, I kiss her, a deep, possessive kiss meant
to claim her, take her, make her mine, if only for this night. And she knows it
too, because when my lips part hers, she pants out, “No one owns me.”
“Then, sweetheart, you’ve never been properly fucked.” I
slide my hands under her jacket, settling my palms on her shoulders.
“I guess that depends on how you define properly.”
I turn her to face in the opposite direction, dragging the
jacket down her arms and tangling it around her wrists, and then I lean in
close. “As dirty as possible,” I promise. “And with you on my tongue, in as
many ways as we both find possible.”
“Is this how you own me?” she demands. “By binding my arms?”
“As much as I’d like to have you at my mercy, sweetheart,” I
say, tossing the jacket aside, and turning her to face me, “I’m selfish enough
to want your hands and mouth fully available, in any way, shape, or place you
so choose to use them.” I walk us backward, toward the oversized chair made
perfectly for the kind of hot, wild fuck in our near future, before my hands
fall from her waist. “I want to watch you undress.”
“When do you undress?” she challenges.
“We have one condom, sweetheart. Let’s make it last. Undress
for me, Lori.”
Her teeth scrape her bottom lip, and for just a moment, her
eyes cut, but not before I see the flicker of nerves in her stare. And right
then, I know that I’ve read her accurately up to this point. I know that her
control is both a necessity and a wall that protects her. I know that no one
has made it safe for her to leave those things at the door. No one has ever
seen her really truly naked and the only way that happens, is to do exactly
what I’m doing. Push her out of her comfort zone, pull her into the moment,
where she forgets the walls, and lives nowhere but here in the moment. That’s
the place where nothing exists but the two of us.
Her eyes meet mine again, and I see the decision in them.
She’s not going to run like she did on the street tonight. She unzips her
skirt, and caresses it down her slender, but curvy hips. It pools at her feet,
and she kicks it aside, allowing me to admire her long legs in lacy thigh-high
hose, my gaze catching on the slender strip of lace in the vee of her body.
Her fingers catch on the hem of her blouse, and she tries to
hide the small, inhaled breath of courage she draws before pulling it and her
loose bra over her head. She tosses it, and stands before me, creamy pale
perfection in nothing but silk and lace, her breasts high, full, nipples
puckered to a pretty pink that will soon be in my mouth. “You’re beautiful,” I
say. “Come here.”
“Quid pro quo,” she declares. “I’m naked, you’re naked.”
We’re still doing the push and pull, but I don’t mind, not
when my mouth is soon to be all over her body, which means her mouth will soon
be all over my body. I don’t want her kneeling before me unless it’s to put her
mouth on my cock. That’s not my goal, not this time, at least. It’s to own her,
and that means she is so damn present, she can’t think, she can only feel. That
takes trust and I decide to meet her halfway. I sit down and take off a shoe,
showing it to her before setting it down.
“So now I get a socked foot?” she teases, and I can feel a
hint of her tension easing away, her comfort in her own skin begins to settle
into place. I can feel her easing into me and the night, letting me glimpse the
real woman, not the stranger.
And I find that I surprise myself by how much I want to know
this woman, not just fuck her.
“The pants don’t come off with the shoes on,” I tell her,
and by the time I’ve removed the second shoe, she’s standing in front of me,
every creamy white, naked inch of her. She grabs it and tosses it.
“Now the pants,” she orders, making it clear that she’s no
submissive, that she can hold her own, and I fucking love it. “Or the shirt.”
I reach for her hips and walk her between my legs. “You’ve
distracted me,” I tell her, my lips brushing her belly, my tongue drawing a
circle. She trembles beneath my mouth, and I glance up at her. “You’re owned
when you can think of nothing but the person you’re with. Nothing but what they
might do to you now, and in the next moment.” I twine the string at her hips in
my fingers. “Or where they might lick, kiss, or touch.” I drag her panties down
her legs and then lower my mouth to her sex, where I let my breath tease her.
“Tell me to lick you,” I order.
Her fingers curl around the material over my shoulders.
“No.”
I bite my bottom lip and shake my head. “That’s too bad,
because I really wanted to know how you taste.” I nip her hip and when she
gives a surprised yelp I lave the wound with my tongue, glancing up at her. “Do
you want me to—?”
“Yes.”
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