**The Divorce Attorney by Melanie Munton**
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ATTORNEY …. Plus a GIVEAWAY! And DAMN those excerpts! *fans self*
**MELANIE MUNTON **
**BIO**
Traveler.
Reader. Beach-goer. St. Louis Cardinals fan. Pasta-obsessed. North Carolina
resident. Sarcastic. Bit of a nerd.
Author of the Cruz Brothers, Possession and Politics, and Timid Souls series, Melanie loves all things romance, comedies and suspense in particular because it’s boring to only stick to one sub-genre! From light-hearted comedies to sexy thrillers, she likes to mix it up, but loves her some strong alpha males and sassy heroines.
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**THE DIVORCE ATTORNEY**
Publication
date:
May 26th, 2020
Genres: Adult,
Comedy, Contemporary, Romance
**BLURB**
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.
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.
**EXCERPT 1**
“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.
**EXCERPT 2**
“Hey,” he coaxes,
framing my face with his hands. “Where’d you go, darlin’? Come back to me.”
I put all of our
potential issues on a detour and focus on the man in front of me. “How could I
be anywhere else when I’ve got that”—I wriggle my hips, grinding against
the ridge in his pants—“beneath me?”
He grunts. “Just
checking. I was worried I was losing my edge there for a second.”
He shifts the
angle of his hips, driving his jutting erection directly against my mons.
My eyes fall shut
on a moan. “Pretty sure that’s impossible.”
“No, what’s
impossible is your body. You’ve been shoving these tits at me in my dreams ever
since you first walked into my office. You know that? They’ve been the first
thing on my mind every morning for almost a week now.”
Hearing that does
all kinds of fluttery things to my insides.
His hands guide my
hips into a rocking motion. I earnestly follow his direction, creating a
simmering friction between our connected bodies.
“Funny,” I whisper
up at the night sky. “I’ve had similar dreams about you. Only you’re shoving
something of yours in my face.”
He growls, his
mouth drifting over the swell of my breasts. “Is that right? You want to tell
me more about that?”
“You want me to
show you instead?”
He stills. “Is
that a serious question?”
I grin.
“Predictable man.”
“I’ve been called
worse.”
Before I can
shimmy off his lap, his hand slides up to the back of my neck and pulls me down
for a kiss that is so searing hot, it feels more like a brand.
And dear God,
that’s exactly what he’s managing to do. With every second I spend in his
company, with every flick of his tongue, with every drawl of the word darlin’,
he’s embedding himself beneath my skin, tattooing his touch onto every inch of
my body.
He might as well
have already branded his initials right on my ass.
And his expression
after he pulls out of the kiss tells me I may be doing the very same thing to
him. Surprisingly, after the conversation about marriage and kids, seeing that
symmetry between us is comforting.
I can’t take my
eyes off of his as I open the button of his shorts, lower the zipper, and peel
the material down his legs. His eyelids grow heavy with lust, his breaths
shallowing.
“You were sitting
much like this in my dreams,” I tell him as I take in the beautiful sight of
his thick shaft tenting his briefs. “But your arms were stretched out along the
bench.”
As if his body is
being controlled by my words, he drapes his muscular arms over the back of the
bench.
I nod. “Just like
that. And your shirt was off.”
He obeys without
hesitation, ripping the shirt over his head. “I was sitting naked on a public
bench with you standing fully clothed in front of me? You dirty girl.”
I have never seen
anything more arousing than the sight of him sitting almost completely naked,
sprawled out for my viewing pleasure, in one of the most breathtaking places I
could ever imagine, awaiting a blow job from my mouth.
“I never said we
were in public.” I reach for the hem of my tank top and pull it over my head.
“And I never said I was fully clothed.”
His heated gaze
inspects my lacy lavender bra. “That’s better.”
“That’s all that’s
coming off for now.”
He frowns. “But I
want more.”
I quirk an
eyebrow. “I believe I was the naked one on your chaise last night, and you
were the clothed one. You going to complain?”
His legs fall
wider. “Not on your life. Show me how you dream about me, darlin’.”
I inch his briefs
down his legs, my anticipation rising. I’m biting my lip as I fall to my knees,
bracing myself with my hands on his thighs.
“My pleasure,
Counselor.”
“Pretty sure
that’s going to be mine.”
I dive right in
without warning.
With the level of
steel his rod is at, I figure our words have been enough foreplay.
“Jesus!”
His thigh muscles tighten as he jolts in surprise. “That’s a good way to give a
man a heart attack.”
I ease my mouth
back a hair, my lips just shy of grazing his tip. “I’m sorry, did you say heart
attack or hard attack?”
His head falls
back. “I think I’m having both right now.”
“Then you better
hold on because this next part might kill you.”
I swipe my tongue
over his head, then glance up to see his hands clutching the bench in a death
grip.
“Any last words?”
He blows out a
long breath. “Fucking flatline me.”
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