Love, Lies & The D.A. Synopsis
Jada McLean
is about to get married in nine days, when she walks in on her fiancé in a little more than a compromising position.
Days later, she’s on a trip that she intends to be relaxing and a prelude to her fresh start, when she runs into the
rude, obnoxious, but gorgeous Jonathan Kole.
Jonathan
Kole is San Francisco’s newest District Attorney. When he finds himself deeply attracted to a stunning beauty, he has
no idea that she’s about to get into BIG trouble with the law—and he’ll be the one presiding over her trial. To make
matters worse, his father is the lawyer representing her in the highprofile case.
When a
series of events force them together over New Year’s weekend, Jonathan’s feelings and ethics will come into
question, while Jada comes to terms with the fact that she is falling for the man that will be responsible for attempting
to put her behind bars... Little do they know, they're both about to fall into a whirlwind so deep, it will send both their
lives spiraling out of control.
Age: 37
Birth Date: January 15
Height: 6’4
Weight: 185 Lbs.
Race: Caucasian
Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Dark
Hometown: San Francisco, California
School: Stanford School of Law – Juris Doctorate
Occupation: District Attorney
Home: Pacific Heights, San Francisco
Traits: Protective, Resolute, Loyal
Favorite Outfit: Suit by day, faded ripped jeans and black TShirt by night.
Toys: Bentley Continental & Land Rover Evoque
Sports: Football
Hobbies: Sailing, Skiing & Mountain Biking
Favorite Wine & Food: Almost anything with a good glass of wine.
Excerpt ~ A Little Insight Into Jonathan & Jada’s First Meeting...
The pretty,
young host escorts me to a table for two near a window with panoramic water vistas. Within minutes, a server takes
my order. As my café latté arrives, I can’t help but overhear a rude exchange between a man and his leggy blonde
with the host that escorted me to my seat.
“Look, I
reserved that exact seat yesterday,” he says.
“I apologize,
sir, but that seat is not available,” the host replies.
“Well, if you
were doing your job in the first place, it would be available to me, wouldn’t it?”
“Sir, I’m sorry
for the error, but it wasn’t written here. If you like, you can wait at the bar where I’ll be happy to serve you a
complimentary beverage of your choice, or I can accommodate you at an available table now.”
I can’t help
but look to see who this asshole is.
Everything
about him smells of money. From the designer jeans that hug his ass, all the way to the Jaeger Reverso watch that
graces his wrist. He’s hot—probably in his mid to late thirties, tall, broad shoulders, piercing grey eyes, and a head of
black hair like I’ve never seen.
Ordinarily, I
might have found him attractive, if only he would just shut up.
Everything he
says to that poor young girl, who has tried so hard to rectify someone else’s mistake, pisses me off. He’s been
nothing but rude and condescending. As I look up, my eyes land straight on his. Then I realize they’re all looking my
way. I turn around to look behind me, but there is no one. Then it dawns on me that he’s arguing with the host about
my seat.
My meal
arrives. I mind my business, and I proceed to enjoy it. Before I know it, I see him approaching my table. I pretend not
to notice and focus all my attention on my lemon ricotta pancakes before me, but within seconds, he stands beside
me.
“Excuse me,
my name is Jonathan Kole. Would you mind terribly if you were seated elsewhere?”
My eyes
travel across my pancakes to his broad thighs, to his crotch, and to what I suspect is an extremely trimmed stomach
beyond his black ribbed sweater. Then I stare into his grey eyes in silence.
“You see, my
girlfriend and I met right here at this table a year ago, and I wanted to propose to her. Here. Today.”
“Actually,
Jonathan, I do mind. Seeing that I’m enjoying my meal, surely you wouldn’t mind waiting until I’m done. Or perhaps
you can let that polite host, who has done everything possible to accommodate you, have you seated
elsewhere.”
“Do you have
any idea who I am?” he asks.
Asshole!
Your name might sound familiar but who cares...
“No. You
could be the king of England, and I wouldn’t give a damn.”
“Who the hell
do you think you are?”
“You really
want to know?” I ask quietly.
He lowers his
head slightly, as if he’s seriously interested.
“I am a
woman who walked in on her fiancé screwing her best friend one week before her wedding, so forgive me if I’m not in
a sentimental mood.”
His mouth
drops open at my response.
“Now, if you’ll
excuse me, Mr. Kole, I’d really like to enjoy my brunch.”
His piercing
grey eyes are glaring into mine. I know he’s angry. His temple pulsates as he stares at me. He walks away
completely flushed.
I don’t care.
Perhaps if he had been nicer to that host I would have considered his request. However, because he comes from
money doesn’t give him the right to speak to people any way he wishes.
I continue to
enjoy my meal and notice him walking hand in hand to the bar with Malibu Barbie. Half an hour later, I ask for the
check then purposely make him wait an additional five minutes before I leave.
On the way
out, the host looks at me brighteyed. “No one ever speaks to Mr. Kole that way, Miss McLean.”
“Well, it’s time
someone taught him some manners,” I reply. I hand her a healthy tip, and I’m on my way.
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About Rebecca Rohman
Rebecca
Rohman is a wife and designer currently living in the northeastern United States. She was a sales manager for a
tourist magazine, and for many years prior, she was involved in marketing for a jewelry company and fine wine
distributor.
About fifteen
years ago, she started writing her first romance novel purely to entertain herself. In early 2012, she decided to
complete and release it. Since then, she has released three additional novels. Unravel is her fifth release and her first
novella.
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Rebecca Rohman
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