It Only Takes One
Hot Rock Star To Ruin Your Life…
Leather Pants
Happy Pants #2
Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
Releasing March 3rd, 2017
From
New York Times Bestseller, Mimi Jean Pamfiloff, Comes Book #2 of The Happy
Pants Cafe Series...
It Only Takes One
Hot Rock Star To Ruin Your Life…
The youngest woman to ever sit on the bench, the
Honorable Sarah Rae Alma has busted her butt to get where she is. No fun. No
distractions. And definitely no bad boys. In fact, she takes a certain pleasure
in crushing their souls—yes, she has her reasons.
So when rock-n-roll’s most famous bad boy, the
legendary Colton Young, enters her court, looking hotter than sin and smugger
than hell, she’s just itching to serve a little justice.
But Sarah’s about to make the biggest mistake of
her life. And her fate will land squarely in the hands of the world’s most
notorious rock star rebel.
Will he crush her? Or will he tempt her to take a
walk on the wild side?
Sarah gulped. God save me. Because this man…this
man…He’s too sinful for words. Not that she was into him. She hated bad boys.
They were smug and all talk until it came time for sentencing. She took a
certain pleasure in watching them blubber like babies when they were found
guilty and sentenced to prison.
But Colton Young could make her squirm merely by
subjecting her to his hotness. Did he have superpowers?
“Your Honor? You okay?” Maria rasped while everyone
watched Colton do his I-don’t-give-a-fuck strut toward the seat beside his
legal counsel—some big lawyer guy in a fancy suit.
“Yeah. Yeah. I’m good.” Sarah bobbed her head and
brushed a few wayward clumps of sad dull hair from her eyes with her trembling
hand.
Maria’s left eyebrow did some acrobatics on her
forehead and returned to neutral. “Okeydokey. Here we go.”
Maria faced the room, and the court clerk kicked
off the trial, reading the charges against the defendant.
Meanwhile, Sarah tried her best to divert her eyes
from the man with the body that reminded her of how at the end of the day, she
was an animal—no brains, no evolution. Just a savage she-beast wanting to bang
her way to happiness.
“Your Honor?” Maria prodded for the second time.
Crap. I zoned out again. Sarah focused on the
documents in front of her, frantically skimming the list of charges. What the
hell? Assaulting an officer with a deadly weapon? Destruction of private
property? Urinating on another officer, and public indecency? Jesus, this guy
was out of control. Hot, but out of control.
See. He’s just another bad boy with no regard for
others. Just pretend he’s not a famous rock star. With beautifully sculpted
cheekbones. And a perfect square jaw. And pouty man-lips framed by a week’s
worth of rich brown stubble perfect for tickling the inside of your thighs
while he makes you come with that wicked mouth.
Sarah gulped and finished reading through the
mandatory proceeding documents, informing the jury of the instructions, all
without missing a step.
She looked up and met Colton’s steely gaze. Her
heartbeat went into hummingbird mode.
“Mist-Mister Colton.” Sarah cleared her throat, her
eyes still locked with his. “You may proceed with your leather pants—I mean
arguments! The opening arguments.”
A chuckle erupted from the room and Colton gave her
a hard look, as if to say: “Hey, woman, I am not your piece of meat!”
What’s the matter with me? Of course, there wasn’t
a female on the planet who could remain calm in such a man’s presence—fifteen
Grammys, including album of the year, abs of steel (as seen on his last album
cover), and a set of dimples so deliciously deep you could practically take a
bubble bath in them.
Not that she was interested. Because he’s just a
big dick in leather pants. Of course, Sarah’s mind produced an image of exactly
that. Ugh!
Colton’s lawyer stood. “If Your Honor doesn’t
object, I will be representing Mr. Colton and presenting arguments.”
Dammit. I said Colton, didn’t I? Focus. Focus,
Sarah.
She smiled stiffly. “Yes, I meant to say counsel
for the defense. Please proceed.”
“If I may, Your Honor,” said the DA—a bald, gangly
man with deep frown lines and thick glasses, “new evidence came to light five
minutes ago. I request that we recess and confer in your chambers.”
Relief washed over Sarah. She needed a quick break
to gather herself. If only she’d known about today’s special guest, she
could’ve prepared herself—freezing her panties and maybe a lobotomy.
“Recess granted.” Sarah picked up her gavel and
gave it a whack. “The jury will return to the jury room while we leather—I mean
recess for fifteen minutes.” Jesus, Sarah. She stood and tried not to appear
hurried, but she needed to make it to her chamber to gavel herself in the head
a few times before the lawyers got there.
She entered her office, dug a cold bottle of water
from the mini-fridge in the corner, and slugged it down. Okay. I can go to
Wright and ask him to assign another judge. Wait. No, she couldn’t. Wright, the
presiding judge who oversaw the courts in this county, hated her. Big time.
He’d use any excuse to damage her career, including malicious gossip to prevent
her from being considered for the state supreme court, her ultimate goal.
Crap. I have to stick this out.
Mimi Jean
Pamfiloff is
a USA Today and New York Times bestselling
romance author. Although she obtained her MBA and worked for more than fifteen
years in the corporate world, she believes that it’s never too late to come out
of the romance closet and follow your dream. Mimi lives with her Latin Lover
hubby, two pirates-in-training (their boys), and the rat terrier duo, Snowflake
and Mini Me, in Arizona. She hopes to make you laugh when you need it most and
continues to pray daily that leather pants will make a big comeback for men.
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