This routine is killing me. Day in and day out, it’s; the same thing: go to work, bed a whore, get a criminal off on a technicality—pretty standard for one of Chicago’s most established criminal defense attorneys. Yet I’m almost positive that if I don’t find something to get me out of this rut I’ll go as crazy as the murderers I defend. And when Violet Donovan walks in, the smart-mouthed intern who is anything but routine, I’m sure those pouty lips and fuck-me eyes are just what I need to get my cock and love for the law twitching again. Too bad she also happens to be the daughter of the man who once tried to mentor me. Too bad she’s completely off limits.

She turned me into a criminal… She corrupted my practical line of thinking by being uncommonly beautiful and so much more interesting than I expected. It’s too bad she wasn’t just someone else—someone who wasn’t swimming with brilliance. She had the uncanny talent to make me feel—well, to make me feel anything at all—something no other woman had ever done before. I hate her for it, and yet I can’t throw her away like all the other women before. Still, with criminal charges pending against me I’ll have to forget all about the intern who stole my heart. She should have just stayed off limits

I should have known I couldn’t change him. Maybe I was even wrong for trying, but I really thought Sebastian Scott had something redeemable about him (other than his body anyway), something I could bring out if I cared about him enough. I was wrong. But even though I’m not his intern anymore, I can’t deny our physical attraction, ruining my chances of a relationship with anyone else. If that weren’t bad enough, Sebastian’s behavior has become more erratic than ever. I want to blame it on the stress of the lawsuit but I have a feeling it is something else entirely. Something dangerous.