I'm hosting, today, a promo on Melanie Munton's latest release, The Divorce Attorney, as a part of the ongoing VBT. Also find an excerpt for your enjoyment. The giveaway includes a $25 Amazon GC or a signed paperback (US ONLY), so don't forget to enter via rafflecopter below!
The Divorce Attorney
Melanie Munton
Published: May 26, 2020
Cover Designer: L.J. Anderson at Mayhem Cover Creations
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
What are you supposed to do when your insanely hot divorce attorney leans over after you’ve signed your divorce papers and seductively whispers in your ear, “Give me a call if you want to know how it feels to be handled by a real man since you were clearly too much woman for him,” before sliding his business card over and walking out the door?
I mean, what do you do with that?
Sure, I’m tempted. I just lost a hundred and eighty pounds of stupid, cheating man. I deserve to treat myself.
The thing is, I think he might be too much man for me.
After all, he’s fifteen years my senior, though he doesn’t look it.
But the urge to learn what this seasoned pro could teach me proves irresistible.
And as it turns out, he’s a pro at a lot of things…like destroying people’s lives.
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An Excerpt from The Divorce Attorney:
“I’m
sorry, but whatever you think is going to happen here, it won’t.”
My
God, what are you saying?! I thought we agreed to put an end to the stupidity
streak!
Carter’s
mouth tightens. “Why not?”
I’m
so bewildered, I almost can’t come up with a good reason. “Look at me. Look at
you. I’m dressed like a barmaid and working at a dive bar. Trust me, you don’t
want to get involved with me.” I laugh mirthlessly. “I mean, Jesus. You saw it
for yourself yesterday. My life is one big knot I’ve been trying to untangle
for years. It’s messy.”
“Maybe
I’m looking for messy.”
“Why?”
He
pauses. The hazel in his eyes deepens, darkens. The depth I saw in them
yesterday is making itself known.
He’s
one intense layer after another.It takes quite a few years to acquire as many
layers as I suspect he’s made of.
“Because
I’ve learned that an orderly existence can be a boring one,” he eventually
answers.
“You
mean, you’ve learned that as a man of your age.”
I
almost recoil at my words but stand my ground. If we’re going to lay our cards
out on the table, we’re going to lay all of them out.
His
upper lip curls. “And what do you think my age is, Sloane?”
Ay,
caramba.
The
way he says my name is a problem. It’s far too…smooth and edgy at the same
time. What’s more is that his expression every time he says it might as well
broadcast the words baby, if you burn at the sound of your name on my lips,
just wait until you feel what my tongue can do.
Oh,
God.
Just
the thought of his tongue gliding along my bare skin almost sets me ablaze.
“Thirty-five,”
I say.
“I’m
thirty-eight. Is that a problem for you?”
He’s
fifteen years older than me.
I
should have a problem with that. I mean, that should be an issue. But why
again?
Nothing.
Where’s
my bitchy conscious when I need her now? That ho.
Hedging
the question, I ask, “Is it a problem for you that I’ve only been legal to work
in a place like this for two years?”
He
slowly shakes his head. “Surprisingly, not one damn bit.”
Surprisingly? So, he’s as
thrown off by this energy between us as I am? Okay, that makes me feel a little
better.
Even
more surprising, despite the age difference, I haven’t really felt a gap
between us from the moment we met. For all the focus I’ve put on how out of my
league he is, I’ve somehow felt on equal ground with him ever since we first
locked eyes in his office. It’s strange. Our back-and-forth has felt easy,
comfortable even. He hasn’t acted superior or looked down his nose at me. It’s
probably the first time I’ve ever really understood that whole “age is just a
number” thing.
Because
Carter’s age hasn’t prevented me from feeling a connection with him.
Hasn’t
snuffed out the flames I feel scalding my skin.
Hasn’t
dulled the arousal I feel pooling in my belly.
As
I stare at his ruggedly handsome face, framed by the almost boyish cowlick in
his hair, I feel my guard weaken a touch. “What can I get you to drink?”
Sensing
my temporary capitulation, he relaxes his posture. “Elijah Craig if you’ve got
it. Neat.”
Of
course, this man would order a not-fucking-around drink. Straight whiskey. No
shortcut, no frills, no fuss. Just right to the hard stuff. Clearly, he’s a man
that can handle a little burn, a little bite. One who takes life as seriously
as he does his liquor but can also kick back when the time calls for it.
Damn.That’s
attractive as hell.
Melanie grew up in a small town in rural Missouri. After marrying her husband, she decided she wanted to try coastal life because why not? A few months later, they moved to North Carolina where she discovered her passion for writing, and they never looked back. They are now enjoying life with their beautiful daughter in Savannah, GA and loving every minute with their little Georgia peach.
Melanie’s other passion is traveling and seeing the world. With anthropology degrees under their belts, she and her husband have made it their goal in life to see as many archaeological sites around the world as possible.
She has a horrible food addiction to pasta and candy (not together…ew). And she gets sad when her wine rack is empty.
At the end of the day, she is a true romantic at heart. She loves writing the cheesy and corny of romantic comedies, and the sassy and sexy of suspense. She aims to make her readers swoon, laugh out loud, maybe sweat a little, and above all, fall in love.
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