When Brent Mason looks at Kennedy Randolph, he doesn't see the awkward, sweet girl who grew up next door. He sees a self-assured, stunning woman…who wants to crush the most intimate-and prized-parts of his anatomy beneath the heels of her Louboutins.
When Kennedy looks at Brent, all she sees is the selfish, Abercrombie & Fitch catalogue-worthy teenager who humiliated her in high school in order to join the popular crowd. A crowd that made those years a living hell for her.
But she's not a lovesick social outcast anymore-she's a Washington, DC, prosecutor with a long winning streak. Brent is the opposing attorney in her next case, and Kennedy thinks it's time to put him through a little hell of his own.
But things aren't exactly working out the way she planned. Brent has his sights set on Kennedy, and every fiery exchange only makes him want her more-and makes her wonder if he's as passionate in the bedroom as he is in the courtroom. In the end, they may just find themselves in love…or in contempt of court.
This was a fun contemporary romance with a hero that melted me at every turn. I adore Brent Mason and even the second time around, Kennedy got on my nerves but I still enjoyed the book overall.
