Here's a little taste for you. Sorry in advance, I didn't want to spoil anything, so I cut the excerpt short. But hey, you can read the entire book July 23rd!... 

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Friday night and the downtown DC bars were a beehive, swarming with lawyers, high-powered businessmen and women, and the who's who of the behind-the-scenes political elite. Camry and I wove our way to the long mahogany bar of Old Ebbitt Grill to order our drinks─ hers a dirty martini, mine a glass of red.  

            “My turn to buy,” I said, handing the bartender my card.

            “Drinks are on that guy,” the bartender said, pointing to the guy who was staring in our direction. I thought for sure he was looking at Camry. She was a tall and voluptuous marketing genius who knew everyone in town. With golden brown hair that fell in waves down her back, almond-shaped, rich green eyes, and signature red lipstick, she made every man turn and stare as she walked by.  

When it became clear he was looking at me, I smiled, and he smiled back. Our eyes were locked as he made his way through the crowd to where Camry and I stood.

            The dim lighting didn’t reveal just how incredibly good-looking he was until he was in front of me. He had silky jet-black hair that fell perfectly around his azure blue eyes, and he had a small cleft in his chin. In his perfectly tailored suit, he looked like he fell off the cover of GQ.

Camry raised her glass to the magnificent specimen of a man and turned to me, mouthing Yeah, baby, before walking away.

           “Thanks for the drink,” I said, leaning on the bar.

           “You’re welcome,” he said, mirroring my lean.

           “We come here almost every Friday, and I’ve never seen you.”

           “I wrapped up a big merger and came out with some colleagues to celebrate.”

           “Lawyer?”

           “Lawyer,” he said with a warm smile that revealed a slight dimple on his right cheek.

            “Alex,” I said, extending my hand.

            “Adam,” he replied.

            Adam Clark was smooth-talking and devilishly handsome and was a partner at a corporate law firm specializing in mergers and acquisitions.

            Me, with my shoulder-length blonde hair in a sexy updo, ice blue eyes, and a little bit of booty in my tight pencil skirt, was apparently all he needed after a few drinks to celebrate a half-a-billion-dollar business merger.

 

           An hour later, Camry was buying drinks for a potential new client, and I was ready to leave with Adam. He held my hand, guiding me through the crowd. His touch sent shocks through my body. It was only a ten-minute walk before we unlocked the door to my apartment.

           “I never do this,” I said, feeling his breath on my neck.

            It was true. Aside from a reckless start to my twenties when sex with strangers was my security blanket, I reformed myself when I moved to DC...