Laws of Attraction

If you ever get married, remember my name: Max Henderson. In my line of work, you acquire a certain perspective on supposedly everlasting unions... 1. Pre-nups are your friend. 2. The person you married is not the person you're divorcing. 3. And I hope you didn't spend much on the wedding because that was one helluva waste of hard-earned cash, wasn't it? But some guys are willing to take a chance-like my brother, who thinks he's going to ride off into the sunset with the woman of his dreams in a haze of glitter on unicorns. And the wedding planner-the green-eyed beauty who makes a living convincing suckers to shell out thousands of dollars on centerpieces-is raking it in on this matrimonial monstrosity. The thing is, Charlie Love is not unlike me. We're both cogs in the wedding-industrial complex. As the best man, I know her game-and I can play it better than her. But after one scorching, unexpected kiss, I'm thinking I might just want to get played.

I'm the kind of guy who believes that everyone deserves the best legal representation money can buy-which just so happens to be me, Lucas Wright. Give me your henpecked, your cuckolded, your irreconcilable differences yearning to break free! And if you're the bad guy in your marriage, that's cool too. Your green is as good as anyone's. Tell that to Trinity Jones. It's my job to destroy her sister-the soon-to-be ex-wife of my a-hole of a client-and Trinity's "big sis" instincts are dialed up to the max. I admire that. I admire her. But she won't stop me from representing my client to the best of my ability. Not even if my chemistry with Trinity is undeniable. Not even if we can't keep our hands off each other. Not even if she injects life into a heart assumed to be long dead. Because when faced with a choice between love and duty, the job will always win-or at least that's what I thought before I met Trinity...and suddenly conflict of interest never felt so right.

Aubrey Gates is the hottest divorce lawyer in Chicago, a barb-tongued stiletto with legs that go on for miles. When her cool gray eyes meet mine across the battlefield, I want her like I've never wanted anyone or anything. Then I remember who she is: the woman who brought me to my knees, the woman who destroyed my faith in relationships, the woman I used to call...wife. And now she needs a favor from me, Grant Lincoln. It seems my ex forgot to mention the demise of our marriage to her dear old Grammy, and now we're both expected to attend her ninetieth birthday party...in Boston. And because it isn't already awkward enough, Aubrey and I are driving there together from Chicago. That's more than a thousand miles of tension, heartbreak, and barely concealed lust. A little piece of paper might say we're over, but this road trip is the true test. I intend to get my wife back...and I won't stop until "I do."