The Inconvenient Laws of Attraction,Used

Product Description Lawyer Olivia Brannigan has faced down some cool customers, but client Blake Clayton takes emotional control to a whole new level. The man didn't even bat an eyelid when he inherited a fortune from his estranged father!Blake doesn't want guilt moneythe only thing piquing his interest is the toughtalking, sweetlooking lawyer that comes with his new property portfolio.Dating on the job isn't in Olivia's Guide to Good ClientLawyer Relationships, and it certainly doesn't sit easily with her "no strings" attitudebut aren't rules always made to be broken? About the Author By the time Trish Wylie reached her late teens, she already loved writing and told all her friends one day she would be a writer for Harlequin. Almost two decades later, after revising one of those early stories, she achieved her dream with her first submission! Despite being headoverheels in love with New York, Trish still has her roots in Ireland, residing on the border between Counties Fermanagh and Donegal with the numerous fourlegged members of her family. Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. 'Olivia Brannigan. Blake Clayton?'Continuing to rehearse below her breath, she tugged firmly on her jacket as she walked up the path. 'I represent Wagner, Liebstrahm, Barker and DeLuise, and:It was what came after the 'and' she was struggling with most. Informing him of a legacy was one thing, breaking the news that came with it was another, even if the news was several weeks old. But the man would have to live in a cave to have avoided hearing about it and they couldn't have been that closenot when it had taken so long to find him.The Stars And Stripes hanging from the porch fluttered gently in a welcome hint of air movement as she took a deep breath and pressed the buzzer.'I regret to have to inform you'She hated that line. Last time she'd made a death notification it had been more than difficult: It had been the final act in a series of events that altered the course of her life.When the door swung open, a heavyset man holding a halfeaten hamburger looked her over from head to toe. 'Mr Clayton?' 'Yo, Blake!' he yelled. 'What?' a voice yelled in answer.'Anyone suing you?' 'Not this week.''Guess you can come in then.' The man grinned, issuing an invitation with a jerk of his head.Following him down the hallway, Olivia's heels clicked in an even, businesslike rhythm while she focused on their destination and the man she would discover when she got there. In a matter of seconds he would be a living, breathing person instead of someone she'd spent entirely too much time trying to picture in her mind while she was searching for him. She wouldn't have to imagine what he looked like or wonder how he was going to react.The mystery would be solved.Anticipation built with each step as she prepared for the disappointment of reality when compared to the uncharacteristic flights of fantasy she'd been engaged in of late. There was just something about this case that got to her, and with her track record when it came to emotional involvement in the workplace, that wasn't good.The sooner she wrapped it up, the better.The room she walked into was in a chaotic state of construction. There were four men in it: two chewing hamburgers, one hunkered down sanding a doorframe and another by large windows covered in opaque plastic. Since the man by the windows was looking at her, she approached him and held out a hand. 'Mr Clayton, I'm Olivia Brannigan from''Over here, sweetheart.' A deep, roughedged voice drew her gaze to the man sanding the doorframe.'You're Blake Clayton?' She turned around. Considering how long it had taken to find him, she had to be sure. 'Blake Anders Clayton.'There was a snort of laughter behind her.'Thanks for that.' He shook his head, dropping his chin and lifting a hand to remove the dust mask from his face as he stood up. 'So what'd I do this time?'Opening her mouth to set his mind at