Lover in Law
By:
Jo Kessel
Blurb
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Harbouring
an unmentionable secret is not an obvious route to maternal
bliss..........or is it?
Ali Kirk's had a bad year. An ambitious London lawyer, her courtroom performances have started to slide and her obsession with having a baby is undermining her relationship with boyfriend Adam. Come January 1st she resolves that in the next twelve months her life has to turn around.
Life, however, is about to get worse. Busy juggling fertility tests with a high-profile criminal trial at the Old Bailey, Ali starts burning the midnight oil with powerfully handsome colleague Anthony de Klerk. On a night that she's slipped on some sexy underwear to boost her flagging self-esteem, Ali and Anthony finally end up in bed together. And then she falls pregnant. Ali becomes the ultimate woman sleuth - who is the father, Adam or Anthony?
En route from pregnancy to having a baby there's romance and rows, mystery and denials, suspense and comedy. And the ultimate, uncomfortable realization that only one thing will set Ali free: the truth.
Ali Kirk's had a bad year. An ambitious London lawyer, her courtroom performances have started to slide and her obsession with having a baby is undermining her relationship with boyfriend Adam. Come January 1st she resolves that in the next twelve months her life has to turn around.
Life, however, is about to get worse. Busy juggling fertility tests with a high-profile criminal trial at the Old Bailey, Ali starts burning the midnight oil with powerfully handsome colleague Anthony de Klerk. On a night that she's slipped on some sexy underwear to boost her flagging self-esteem, Ali and Anthony finally end up in bed together. And then she falls pregnant. Ali becomes the ultimate woman sleuth - who is the father, Adam or Anthony?
En route from pregnancy to having a baby there's romance and rows, mystery and denials, suspense and comedy. And the ultimate, uncomfortable realization that only one thing will set Ali free: the truth.
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Jo
Kessel is a journalist, working for the BBC and reporting and
presenting for ITV on holiday, consumer and current affairs programs.
She writes for several national newspapers in the UK including the
Daily Mail, the Telegraph, the Guardian and the Express and was the
anonymous author of the Independent’s hit column: Diary of a
Primary School Mum.
When
Jo was ten years old she wrote a short story about losing a loved
one. Her mother and big sister were so moved by the tale that it made
them cry. Having reduced them to tears she vowed that the next time
she wrote a story it would make them smile instead. Happily she
succeeded and with this success grew an addiction for wanting to
reach out and touch people with words. Jo lives in London with her
husband and three children. She loves traveling and since becoming a
mother anything even remotely sad makes her cry. She’s a sucker for
a good romance and tearjerker movies are the worst. She’s that
woman in the cinema, struggling to muffle audible wails as everyone
else turns round to stare.
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http://www.jokessel.com/
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/kesseljo
@jo_kessel
Excerpt
My
pink panties are lying somewhere on Anthony’s bedroom floor, strewn
with the rest of our clothes. They’d been lying at the back of the
cupboard, unworn since that day I tried them on in France. Why I put
them on this morning, of all mornings, is probably best understood by
my subconscious. They were the last item of clothing to be removed
and didn’t go unnoticed. They should have though, because they
should never have come off, but it’s as much as I can do to
concentrate on the here and now. On Anthony running his hands
masterfully over my body, up and down the insides of my legs, tracing
a teasing line from my collar-bone to my navel, dwelling lightly on
my breasts as I arch to meet his touch, telling me they’re not too
big, not too small, but perfect. I writhe underneath as he lies on
top of me, softly kissing the sides of my neck, the front and then my
mouth, more urgently. I dare a man to have a better body than his.
His frame is tall, perfectly proportioned, broad yet lithe, naturally
athletic with beautiful muscle definition. He is, quite simply,
gorgeous. And the feel of his skin, oh his skin, on my hands and my
body. It’s soft and smooth and I can’t get enough of it as my
hands stroke up and down his back, from his shoulders to his sculpted
buttocks, pulling him tighter and closer, yearning to have him
inside. His eyes, big dark brown eyes with flecks of black and green,
his thick, yielding, sexy mouth and the deep, rich, coffee-colour of
him are intoxicating. In all my life I’ve only ever been with one
man. I never knew I could feel so heated, this animal, this
necessity, this pleasure and such ecstasy as he finally enters huge
and deep and slowly and expertly, exquisitely brings us to climax.
“Don’t
go,” he says, trying to catch my arm as I roll over to get
up.
“I’ve got to,” I say.
It doesn’t feel right to stay the night, even if Adam is away. Anthony offered to drive me home, but I opted for a cab, which is on its way. I get dressed, item by item, as he lies there, watching.
“You have got the most beautiful body. You know that, sexy lady?”
He must be talking about somebody else.
“You’re not bad yourself.”
I turn my head. I shouldn’t be here, having this conversation. Accepting and paying compliments this way.
“What is it?” he asks.
He can’t see my face, but the way I’m holding my body, so very, very still, probably gives away how I’m feeling. Tense, confused, excited and yes, the first soupcon of guilt is seeping in. I’ve never done anything like this before, never even been tempted.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I know you’re attached. I should have left well alone. It’s just there’s something about you,” he peters out.
I don’t want to ruin the beauty of what we’ve just shared and it’s not about attributing blame anyway.
“Don’t apologise,” I say. “It takes two to tango.”
“I know, but I want you to know that I don’t make a habit of this,” he carries on. “Seducing women who are attached isn’t really my style.”
The buzzer rings.
“Right then,” I say, picking my jacket up off the floor. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Anthony pulls the sheet round his waist, gets out of bed and follows me to the front door.
There’s an awkward moment. I’m not quite sure what to say. I turn the latch.
“Right then. See ya.”
“See ya,” he replies.
He bends down, kisses me on the mouth, I open the door, kiss my finger, place it to his lips and leave.
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“I’ve got to,” I say.
It doesn’t feel right to stay the night, even if Adam is away. Anthony offered to drive me home, but I opted for a cab, which is on its way. I get dressed, item by item, as he lies there, watching.
“You have got the most beautiful body. You know that, sexy lady?”
He must be talking about somebody else.
“You’re not bad yourself.”
I turn my head. I shouldn’t be here, having this conversation. Accepting and paying compliments this way.
“What is it?” he asks.
He can’t see my face, but the way I’m holding my body, so very, very still, probably gives away how I’m feeling. Tense, confused, excited and yes, the first soupcon of guilt is seeping in. I’ve never done anything like this before, never even been tempted.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I know you’re attached. I should have left well alone. It’s just there’s something about you,” he peters out.
I don’t want to ruin the beauty of what we’ve just shared and it’s not about attributing blame anyway.
“Don’t apologise,” I say. “It takes two to tango.”
“I know, but I want you to know that I don’t make a habit of this,” he carries on. “Seducing women who are attached isn’t really my style.”
The buzzer rings.
“Right then,” I say, picking my jacket up off the floor. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Anthony pulls the sheet round his waist, gets out of bed and follows me to the front door.
There’s an awkward moment. I’m not quite sure what to say. I turn the latch.
“Right then. See ya.”
“See ya,” he replies.
He bends down, kisses me on the mouth, I open the door, kiss my finger, place it to his lips and leave.
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Thank you so much for featuring my novel Lover in Law on your fabulous blog today - wishing you and your readers a wonderful week ahead! Jo
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