Dirty Rich Cinderella Story
Author: Lisa Renee Jones
Release Date: May 23, 2018
A new sexy standalone from Lisa Renee Jones…
SEDUCED FOR A NIGHT. TAKEN FOREVER.
With only nine months left at Stanford, and despite being top of her law school class, Lori Havens takes leave to care for her sick mother. That means she juggles three jobs, the best of which is researcher for novelist, and syndicated columnist of “Cat Does Crime,” Cat Summer.
One evening after finishing up her work at Cat’s apartment building, Lori has an encounter with a sexy stranger, and does something out of character. She goes home with him. The night is perfect, he’s perfect, wealthy, powerful and from out of town. Morning comes, and despite their connection, Lori leaves before he finds out she’s far from the equal he believes her to be. She’s not a charity case and she’s not after his money. She will make her own. In other words, she leaves before her prince charming finds out she’s no princess.
Flash forward a few months, Lori’s mother is healing, and Cat’s husband, Reese, has merged his firm with another and Lori lands an internship there, with school credit and scholarship money.. Everything is falling into place. That is until fate reveals a wicked twist of events and Lori walks into a conference room to find her new boss, Cole Brooks, one of the partners, is her one-night prince charming. One sizzling shared look across a boardroom, and it’s clear: this man is not done with her. It’s not long before Lori is informed that she’ll be working high profile cases with her one night prince charming which will require long nights and travel, starting immediately.
Lori Havens was nine months away from finishing law school when her mom had a stroke. Six months before that her dad died from a stroke. Leaving to help care for her mom was not even a question. This perfect storm of events leaves them a hundred thousand dollars in debt. Lori is juggling multiple jobs to take the weight of her mom and pay the bills. She is smart, hardworking and has a stubborn streak a mile wide.
Cole Brooks comes from a family with money. That fact doesn’t make him any less hungry to make his own mark. He is a very prominent attorney on the cusp of even more success with a possible merger. He’s single minded but not a jerk.
One morning these two literally smack into each other. You’d think they would each say sorry and keep walking, right? Except that the electricity and chemistry when their eyes meet is like fire. Cole puts on the charm and tries to convince her to have coffee but Lori “ain’t got time for that” and almost runs away from him. Though she was tempted. Very tempted.
Cat and her husband Reese Summer are Lori’s ace in the hole. Offering her a paid internship that will allow her to finish law school and pay off her debt. After making said offer, Cat leaves Lori to order dinner on her dime while Lori marvels at her good fortune. She orders a drink and scans the room. Until, you guessed it!! Her yes meet those same ones that hypnotized her that morning. Cole is NOT letting her get away this time. The verbal tug of wills begins. It was sexy and I was all in for this ride.
Cole! I loved him. He instantly knew this girl was different and not just a wham bam thank you ma’am kind of thing. He wasn’t letting her get away. Not again. Lori got on my nerves a little. I understood her need to make her own way in the world and not rely on a man but come on! Remember that stubborn streak? It makes it difficult to let go off preconceived notions.
This is the Cinderella aspect. Him rick and successful. Her with not a penny to her name and struggling to keep her head above water.
Oh but the intensity between these two!
Cole – “I’ll respect your limits, but I’m not one to play games about what I want. I still want to know you. I still want to f*ck you. Not until you’re ready.”
Lora – “I’ll never be ready.”
Cole – “We’ll play that game until it gets too old, and it will quickly.”
Though I wished that Lori and Cole had found each other again a little sooner, this is a well-paced read where the secondary characters do a great job of filling in the story. Dual viewpoints is a fave of mine. I found myself reading certain passages over and over because I loved their banter.
I have not read Dirty Rich (Book #1) and I don’t think you need to in order to enjoy this one. However, it will enrich your reading experience.
It’s nice to get a standalone from Lisa Renee Jones. I’m used to her murder/suspense romances with KILLER cliffhangers (pun intended). The attorney/courtroom aspect of it was fascinating to me since I work for lawyers. As I closed my Kindle on the epilogue, I smiled. Thinking to myself – I really liked Dirty Rich Cinderella. Bring on Book #3 please!
I own you.
With those words, my words, my intent in the air, and my fingers still tangled in Lori’s hair, I kiss her, a deep, possessive kiss meant to claim her, take her, make her mine, if only for this night. And she knows it too, because when my lips part hers, she pants out, “No one owns me.”
“Then, sweetheart, you’ve never been properly fucked.” I slide my hands under her jacket, settling my palms on her shoulders.
“I guess that depends on how you define properly.”
I turn her to face in the opposite direction, dragging the jacket down her arms and tangling it around her wrists, and then I lean in close. “As dirty as possible,” I promise. “And with you on my tongue, in as many ways as we both find possible.”
“Is this how you own me?” she demands. “By binding my arms?”
“As much as I’d like to have you at my mercy, sweetheart,” I say, tossing the jacket aside, and turning her to face me, “I’m selfish enough to want your hands and mouth fully available, in any way, shape, or place you so choose to use them.” I walk us backward, toward the oversized chair made perfectly for the kind of hot, wild fuck in our near future, before my hands fall from her waist. “I want to watch you undress.”
“When do you undress?” she challenges.
“We have one condom, sweetheart. Let’s make it last. Undress for me, Lori.”
Her teeth scrape her bottom lip, and for just a moment, her eyes cut, but not before I see the flicker of nerves in her stare. And right then, I know that I’ve read her accurately up to this point. I know that her control is both a necessity and a wall that protects her. I know that no one has made it safe for her to leave those things at the door. No one has ever seen her really truly naked and the only way that happens, is to do exactly what I’m doing. Push her out of her comfort zone, pull her into the moment, where she forgets the walls, and lives nowhere but here in the moment. That’s the place where nothing exists but the two of us.
Her eyes meet mine again, and I see the decision in them. She’s not going to run like she did on the street tonight. She unzips her skirt, and caresses it down her slender, but curvy hips. It pools at her feet, and she kicks it aside, allowing me to admire her long legs in lacy thigh-high hose, my gaze catching on the slender strip of lace in the vee of her body.
Her fingers catch on the hem of her blouse, and she tries to hide the small, inhaled breath of courage she draws before pulling it and her loose bra over her head. She tosses it, and stands before me, creamy pale perfection in nothing but silk and lace, her breasts high, full, nipples puckered to a pretty pink that will soon be in my mouth. “You’re beautiful,” I say. “Come here.”
“Quid pro quo,” she declares. “I’m naked, you’re naked.”
We’re still doing the push and pull, but I don’t mind, not when my mouth is soon to be all over her body, which means her mouth will soon be all over my body. I don’t want her kneeling before me unless it’s to put her mouth on my cock. That’s not my goal, not this time, at least. It’s to own her, and that means she is so damn present, she can’t think, she can only feel. That takes trust and I decide to meet her halfway. I sit down and take off a shoe, showing it to her before setting it down.
“So now I get a socked foot?” she teases, and I can feel a hint of her tension easing away, her comfort in her own skin begins to settle into place. I can feel her easing into me and the night, letting me glimpse the real woman, not the stranger.
And I find that I surprise myself by how much I want to know this woman, not just fuck her.
“The pants don’t come off with the shoes on,” I tell her, and by the time I’ve removed the second shoe, she’s standing in front of me, every creamy white, naked inch of her. She grabs it and tosses it.
“Now the pants,” she orders, making it clear that she’s no submissive, that she can hold her own, and I fucking love it. “Or the shirt.”
I reach for her hips and walk her between my legs. “You’ve distracted me,” I tell her, my lips brushing her belly, my tongue drawing a circle. She trembles beneath my mouth, and I glance up at her. “You’re owned when you can think of nothing but the person you’re with. Nothing but what they might do to you now, and in the next moment.” I twine the string at her hips in my fingers. “Or where they might lick, kiss, or touch.” I drag her panties down her legs and then lower my mouth to her sex, where I let my breath tease her. “Tell me to lick you,” I order.
Her fingers curl around the material over my shoulders. “No.”
I bite my bottom lip and shake my head. “That’s too bad, because I really wanted to know how you taste.” I nip her hip and when she gives a surprised yelp I lave the wound with my tongue, glancing up at her. “Do you want me to—?”
“Say it, Lori…”