Short, Sweet And Sexy
Lawyer A. J.Potter needs a solid case–not a man. Only, little did she guess when she wore her roommate's "man-magnet" skirt to convince the firm's partners to take her seriously, that she'd end up with both! The case–to defend a retired jewelry thief. The man–Sam Romano, the sexy P.I. who thinks her client is guilty. A.J.'s solution? To keep Sam so "busy," he won't have the time–or the desire– to think about work.…
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âI want to make love to you,â Sam said
A.J. cocked her head to one side. âAnd what makes you think that will help you solve the case, Sherlock?â
âElementary, my dear Watson,â he murmured, lowering his mouth to her neck. âHavenât you ever come up with the solution to a particular problem when you werenât thinking about it at all?â
âSure. All the time.â His mouth was now working magic on her shoulder and her skin felt hot and icy at the same time. She struggled to focus on the thread of their conversation. âYou think weâll figure out the solution if we have sex?â
Sam took the lobe of her ear between his teeth. âNot sex, Ariana. Iâm going to make love to you.â
âMy name is A.J.â
âBut youâre Ariana, too. And making love is different than having sex. Iâm going to show you.â
Please, she thought. âDo you think Sherlock ever used this technique with Watson?â
Sam laughed, framing her face with his hands. âGod, I hope not. So, are you game?â
Wrapping her arms around him, she brought her mouth to his ear and tried a little magic of her own. âI thought youâd never ask.â
Dear Reader,
The city is Manhattan, and the âman-magnetâ skirt is back in circulation! And A. J. Potter has finally given in to the temptation to wear the infamous skirt. All she wants is to make the good old boys at her law firm take her seriously, but before she can even get to the office, she finds herself surrounded by men!
a teenage delinquent who finds her âhotâ
a retired jewel thief who thinks heâs fallen in love with her
a mugger who seems fixated on stealing her purse
a sexy P.I. who is determined to convince her that one of her new clients just stole a five-million-dollar necklace from a museum
All P.I. Sam Romano wants to do is make sure his godfather doesnât go to jail. But every time he tries to talk to the old man, he runs smack into a little spitfire of an attorney. Each time he sees her, Sam becomes more convinced that the only way to get A. J. Potter out of his way is to get her into his bed.
I hope you enjoy reading about A.J. and Samâs romantic misadventures. And that youâll watch for the next installment of the SINGLE IN THE CITY miniseries next spring, when the skirt makes its way to San Francisco!
Enjoy,
Cara Summers
P.S. Come and visit me on the Web at www.carasummers.com. And for more information about all the SINGLE IN THE CITY books, visit www.singleinthecity.org.
To my daughter-in-law, Mary Elizabeth Plante Hanlon.
In many ways, A. J. Potter reminds me of you.
Youâre both smart, strong and loving. And you had the courage to marry my son! I love you, Mary.
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Prologue
A. J. POTTER NEEDED A BREAK. As the taxi careened around a corner into Central Park, she threw out a hand to brace herself against the door and glanced down at the address sheâd recorded in her Palm Pilot. She was not running away. All she was going to do was move into an apartment, not ten blocks away from her aunt and uncleâs.
In comparison, it wasnât considered running away when you asked a judge for a postponement in court.
And thatâs all she neededâa postponement from her family, a little vacation from her Uncle Jamison and her cousin Rodney who sat at the dinner table every night, talking about the cases Rodney was being assigned at the law firm and she wasnât. Most of all she needed a reprieve from her Aunt Margery whose mission in life was to match her up with a man who wouldnât bring disgrace on the Potter family name. If she had to endure another date with one more Mr. Perfect handpicked by her aunt, she was going toâ¦do just what she was doing. Move out!
Leaning back, A.J. closed her eyes as the taxi wound its way through Central Park. Somehow in the seven years sheâd spent away at college and then in law school, sheâd forgotten what a misfit she was in the Potter family. But living with them for the past year had certainly refreshed her memory. Worse than that, it was beginning to undermine her confidence. Ever since Uncle Jamison and Aunt Margery had taken her in at the age of seven, sheâd triedâand failedâto prove to them that she could be a Potter, that she wasnât at all like her mother.
A.J.âs eyes snapped open the minute the taxi lurched to the curb.
âThe Willoughby,â the driver said.
After paying the fare and stepping out onto the sidewalk, A.J. studied the building. It was small with the same kind of understated elegance that characterized her aunt and uncleâs building. She sighed. Her aunt would definitely approve.
The real estate agent whoâd given her the tip about the apartment had hinted at something different. Pushing down her disappointment, A.J. slipped her Palm Pilot into her purse and strode toward the door of the Willoughby.
The moment she stepped inside, she stopped short. The scene in front of her was definitely a tad unusualâeven for New York. The fact that it was taking place in the lobby of a Central Park West apartment building had her thinking that sheâd tumbled down a rabbit hole into Aliceâs Wonderland.
