Blog Tour
February 28 – March 16, 2014
Blurb
Jada McLean is about to get married in nine days, when she walks in on her fiancé in a little
more than a compromising position. Days later, she’s on a trip that she intends to be relaxing
and a prelude to her fresh start, when she runs into the rude, obnoxious, but gorgeous
Jonathan Kole.
Jonathan Kole is San Francisco’s newest District Attorney. When he finds himself deeply
attracted to a stunning beauty, he has no idea that she’s about to get into BIG trouble with
the law—and he’ll be the one presiding over her trial. To make matters worse, his father is the
lawyer representing her in the high-profile case.
When a series of events force them together over New Year’s weekend, Jonathan’s feelings
and ethics will come into question, while Jada comes to terms with the fact that she is falling
for the man that will be responsible for attempting to put her behind bars… Little do they
know, they're both about to fall into a whirlwind so deep, it will send both their lives spiraling
out of control.
Their First Meeting
The pretty, young host escorts me to a table for two near a window with panoramic water vistas. Within
minutes, a server takes my order. As my café latté arrives, I can’t help but overhear a rude exchange
between a man and his leggy blonde with the host that escorted me to my seat.
“Look, I reserved that exact seat yesterday,” he says.
“I apologize sir, but that seat is not available,” the host replies.
“Well, if you were doing your job in the first place, it would be available to me, wouldn’t it?”
“Sir, I’m sorry for the error, but it wasn’t written here. If you like, you can wait at the bar where I’ll be
happy to serve you a complimentary beverage of your choice while you wait, or I can accommodate
you at an available table now.”
I can’t help but look to see who this asshole is.
Everything about him smells of money. From the designer jeans that hug his ass, all the way to the
Jaeger Reverso watch that graces his wrist. He’s hot—probably in his mid to late thirties, tall, broad
shoulders, piercing grey eyes, and a head of black hair like I’ve never seen.
Ordinarily, I might have found him attractive, if only he would just shut up.
Everything he says to that poor young girl, who has tried so hard to rectify someone else’s mistake,
pisses me off. He’s been nothing but rude and condescending. As I look up, my eyes land straight on
his. Then I realize they’re all looking my way. I turn around to look behind me, but there is no one. Then
it dawns on me that he’s arguing with the host about my seat.
My meal arrives. I mind my business, and I proceed to enjoy it. Before I know it, I see him approaching
my table. I pretend not to notice and focus all my attention on my lemon ricotta pancakes before me,
but within seconds, he stands beside me.
“Excuse me, my name is Jonathan Kole. Would you mind terribly if you were seated elsewhere?”
My eyes travel across my pancakes to his broad thighs, to his crotch, and to what I suspect is an
extremely trimmed stomach beyond his black ribbed sweater. Then I stare into his grey eyes in silence.
“You see, my girlfriend and I met right here at this table a year ago, and I wanted to propose to her. Here. Today.”
“Actually, Jonathan, I do mind. Seeing that I’m enjoying my meal, surely you wouldn’t mind waiting until
I’m done. Or perhaps you can let that polite host, who has done everything possible to accommodate
you, have you seated elsewhere.”
“Do you have any idea who I am?” he asks.
Asshole! Your name might sound familiar but who cares…
“No. You could be the king of England and I wouldn’t give a damn.”
“Who the hell do you think you are?”
“You really want to know?” I ask quietly.
He lowers his head slightly, as if he’s seriously interested.
“I am a woman who walked in on her fiancé screwing her best friend one week before her wedding, so
forgive me if I’m not in a sentimental mood.”
His mouth drops open at my response.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, Mr. Kole, I’d really like to enjoy my brunch.”
His piercing grey eyes are glaring into mine. I know he’s angry. His temple pulsates as he stares at me.
He walks away completely flushed.
I don’t care. Perhaps if he had been nicer to that host I would have considered his request. However,
because he comes from money doesn’t give him the right to speak to people any which way he
wishes.
I continue to enjoy my meal and notice him walking hand in hand to the bar with Malibu Barbie. Half
an hour later, I ask for the check then purposely make him wait an additional five minutes before I
leave.
On the way out, the host looks at me bright-eyed. “No one ever speaks to Mr. Kole that way, Miss
McLean.”
“Well, it’s time someone taught him some manners,” I reply. I hand her a healthy tip, and I’m on my
way.
Excerpt
We finish lunch and watch a movie and some football, complete with popcorn and soda. When the
sun starts its descent, we head to the hot tub. I am a little nervous. I hope I don’t gawk at him again. I
slip into a little white bikini, wrap myself in a robe, and head out.
When I get onto the terrace, I try to ignore the fact that ass-hugging Ralph Lauren trunks cling to every
inch of his well-endowed front… and back. He steps into the tub, and after I tear my robe away, he
stretches out his hand and helps me in. I have no idea what I was thinking when I agreed to this. I can’t
get hot and sexy images of us having passionate sex in the tub out of my head.
Since Richard and I broke up, my body has craved sexual pleasure in a way it hasn’t before, but this is
flipping torture. Sure, I’ve pleasured myself a few times, but there is no substitute for a man who you’re
physically attracted to who you know knows all the right things to do to you in bed. Sitting opposite to
him, I close my eyes, sit back, and relax. I hope that I don’t give him a clue that while I lie here, I am
practically salivating at the mouth and lusting for his sexual pleasure.
I am just starting to calm down and relax when he raises one of my feet and massages, working his
thumbs from around my ankle to the arch of my foot and then my toes. My God, I swear this could be
considered foreplay, because what he is doing to me right now causes all sorts of tension to develop
between my thighs, along with the tingling sensation that runs down my lower back.
My goodness. Is he purposely trying to seduce me, or is he completely unaware of what his actions
are doing to my body?
Oh, don’t be naïve, Jada. Of course he knows what he’s doing. He’s made his feelings for you
abundantly clear.
He moves to my other foot, and as he works, a soft moan spurts out of my lips. I can’t remember the
last time I’ve been this sexually aroused. I try to remember the last time I was with Richard, and nothing
comes to mind. Jonathan snaps me back to the present when his hands move from my feet and he
works his way up my calf.
Oh God, that feels good.
I feel like I’m losing control. I want him to make love to me. I open my eyes, and I’m startled when I find
him staring straight at me. He hooks his arms under my thighs and pulls me towards him. The look in his
eyes are filled with pure desire. I’m straddling him, and I can feel his erection in the center of my
crevasse; just a few thin strips of fabric are between us. He folds me in his arms and draws me close to him. My heart explodes between our bodies, and my
hardened nipples are against his chest. I lean my forehead against his, and finally our lips touch. He
gently braces my head with his palm, and I wrap my arms around his neck. He kisses me again, but
this time I part my lips, allowing his tongue to slip into my mouth. I open my mouth wider, letting him
deepen our kiss, allowing our tongues to tease and explore each other. My hands roam over his neck,
shoulders, and chest.
His hands glide over my shoulders and down to my back. He draws me closer towards him. Kissing my
neck, his hands caress my back, and his fingers inch closer to the ties of my swimsuit.
Suddenly, I remember that he may very well be the man to ensure that I am sent off to prison.
I pull away. My breathing is heavy—so is his. My forehead is still against his. He kisses me on my cheek
then my neck.
“Why’d you have to be the bloody District Attorney?” I whisper.
“And why’d you have to be a suspect?” he responds.
Author Bio
Rebecca Rohman is a wife and designer currently living in the Northeastern United States.
She was a Sales Manager for a tourist magazine, and for many years prior, she was involved
in marketing for a jewelry company, and later for a fine wine distributor.
About fifteen years ago, she started writing her first romance novel, Uncorked, just to purely
entertain herself. It was not until early in 2012 when she decided to complete it and share it
with the world. The story was published in February of 2013. Love, Lies & The D.A. is her
second novel.
Rebecca Rohman is a wife and designer currently living in the Northeastern United States.
She was a Sales Manager for a tourist magazine, and for many years prior, she was involved
in marketing for a jewelry company, and later for a fine wine distributor.
About fifteen years ago, she started writing her first romance novel, Uncorked, just to purely
entertain herself. It was not until early in 2012 when she decided to complete it and share it
with the world. The story was published in February of 2013. Love, Lies & The D.A. is her
second novel.
Guest Post by Rebecca Rohman
Love, Lies & The D.A.
I worked on this book for the last year and the whole time, I could hear my mentor’s voice in my head.
“Telling not showing,” she’d say, or “I’m not convinced… not feeling it here.”
With this book I pushed myself, and tried to blow everything I knew I was guilty of with my first book (at
least during the writing phase), out the park. My aim was to make the reader and my mentor, laugh
and cry. I want readers to feel happy and sad, and at times I want them to feel angry—I want them to
experience what the characters feel.
I’ve always had the most difficult time being funny in my writing and it was something I really strived to
do in certain parts of this book. I think I’ve succeeded—it’s up to bookworms out there to decide . I’m
silly, I laugh at my own jokes and depending on my husband to tell me if something was funny or not in
a romance novel, was a complete waste of time.
He always gave the same blah response, “It’s cute.”
Not necessarily what you want to hear when attempting to write a funny scene.
The scenes where I wanted to evoke tears were the most difficult however. I had to get myself in “the
zone”. That meant privacy, quiet, soft or no music, then I’d put myself in my characters shoes and I’d
imagine how they’d feel.
In some instances, it was as simple as going back to a sad time in my life, but in others, I used my own
fears— how I thought I would react in a given situation to write those scenes. I thought if I felt what the
characters did; it would translate to the readers too. When I found myself bawling while my fingertips
scrambled across the keyboard, I truly believed I would succeed in roping the reader in.
My aim was to keep readers engaged from page one all the way to the very end. Love, Lies & The
D.A. will take people through a myriad of emotions—from lighthearted moments, to intense situations,
from close encounters to steamy love scenes. Readers will laugh, and they will cry. I hope they
thoroughly enjoy the heartwarming and sometimes heart-wrenching journey that Jada and Jonathan
go through as they turn through the pages of my book
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Thank you for this lovely post. I appreciate you putting this together. :)
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