Despite the sexist partners, the useless investigators, and the troublesome clients, "Attorney at Law" was the one title Cassandra Foreman vied her whole life to get. Maybe that's why she takes on a hopeless case: a seventeen year old girl charged with the murder of her unfaithful boyfriend. Cassandra knows she's biting off more than she can chew, but that seems to be the story of her life. So even when she develops irrevocably strong feelings for her client, which is wrong in far too many ways, she resolves that quitting would be the one thing worse than never having gone to law school at all.

Natalie and Evie are very different people. They are very different in age, in income, and at different stages of their lives. Natalie is a partner in a law firm, and Evie is a law student. They meet at a work function of Natalie’s, where Evie is a waitress, and talk. Natalie is lonely, and attracted to Evie, and on impulse she offers Evie money for sex. Evie wonders whether to accept, or be offended, or quite what she should do. In the end, the simplest thing seems to be to say yes, because she quite likes Natalie as well. So. Ta-dah. Romance. Or it’s trying to be romance, like the gritty end of romance. So HEA or HFN in the end, promise, if anyone cares, but with some worky and friendsy and chick-lit stuff along the way. And smut, obviously. But maybe slower getting to it this time, so as to keep the romancey going. Anyways, that’s what this is, just to say all that so people know. And also, thank you for looking, and being interested, and I hope this one is interesting too! An ebook of Evie's Job is now on Amazon too, by the way :)

"Are you... lost?" Someone asked, her tone impatient. I stopped scanning the room to find the woman behind the voice. I blinked. She had the most luminous blue eyes I had ever seen. Even in the dim glow of the bar they glowed brightly, like her pupils were some type of smooth stone at the bottom of a clear blue ocean. Within her blue there flickered tiny speckles of silver, which gave her an icy, somewhat stony appeal. But it was her slight, lopsided smile that erased any signs of wanting to be alone. No wonder this bar was so popular. "Uh, no," I said, holding up the Help Wanted sign I had snagged from the front window. The woman's cool eyes flickered between the sign and me. She didn't say anything, only looked slightly thoughtful as slender fingers raked through her long blonde hair. "What can you do?" She finally asked, definitely not expecting me to be able to do much of anything at all. She'd be right. "Anything and everything," I answered-lied-instantly, hoping I didn't look too desperate, didn't sound too eager. To be perfectly honest, I hadn't worked a day in my life. My hands were used to weekly manicures not hard labor. But desperate times call for desperate measures. The blonde appeared thoughtful again. Those magnificent eyes gave me a once over, slow and steady. You could see the cogs turning in her head as she considered it. I decided to try and sound more convincing. "I have many skills," I added. Okay, so I stole that from Xena, but I was hoping it worked as well for me as it did for her. The blonde lifted a sculpted brow and the smile was, once again, back on her lips. She seemed amused. Maybe she was a Xena fan? "Alright... I'll start you off cleaning the bathrooms, sweeping the floors, doing the dishes..." Crap.

English teacher Brooke Chandler can't help who she falls for. She can't help it that she always falls for players, she can't help it that she's fallen for a woman who simultaneously drives her crazy, and she certainly can't help it when she falls for her seventeen year old student, Chelsea. The infatuation begins innocent, but when Chelsea actually begins to return Brooke's attraction, will she shake up her entire life to chase a fantasy?