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?
Feeling woozy, Sarah took her seat
behind her immaculate desk in her pristine office—floor-to-ceiling bookshelf on
one side, big window on the other, walls covered in her degrees and
recognitions for public service—all overlooking the back alleyway of the
building.
Colt’s lawyer entered her chamber
first, followed by the DA, who quickly informed her about a video that had just
come out. It showed that Colton Young had been falsely accused of grabbing one
of the officers’ guns and striking him in the face.
The DA tapped on his phone and
showed the screen to Sarah. “The video does show, however, that Colton Young
urinated in public and relieved himself on the other officer’s leg.” The video
looked to be filmed from behind a pile of boxes in a back alley, possibly
behind a restaurant or something. How lucky. Maybe a fan had been following
him.
“Well,” Sarah said, lacing her
fingers together on top of her desk, “this certainly changes things.” No trial.
Yes! She held back the urge to do a victory tap dance. Not that she could tap
dance.
“We’ll be dismissing the felony
charges,” said the DA, “but the defendant is a public figure and must be held
accountable for his actions against the other officer. Especially in light of
his track record.”
He referred to Colton’s auto theft
trial from three months ago. The jury found him innocent after the owner of the
vehicle came forward, claiming he’d been drunk and had forgotten that he’d
actually given Colt permission to borrow the car. Wanting to make a name for
himself, the DA tried to make the charges stick by discrediting the owner of
the car, who’d contradicted himself in the police report. A big fail. The jury
could only find Colton Young guilty of wrecking a tree on public property, for
which Sarah sentenced Mr. Young to pay a small fine. All this meant that the DA
wasn’t going to let this go.
The DA went on, “We want to continue
with the trial and ensure justice is served for the fine people of California,
who are tired of the entitled few getting away with this kind of illegal
behavior.”
Sarah wanted to roll her eyes. This
guy acted like he was on TV, trying to impress the world. Idiot. Who had time
for showboating? Their courtrooms were bogged down with so many cases—murders,
rape, drug charges—it would be a waste of taxpayer dollars to hold a juried
trial for a misdemeanor moistening of an officer’s pant leg, famous defendant
or not. Especially when one policeman had brought false charges under very
suspicious circumstances, a much, much bigger issue for the DA to spend his
time on.
Sarah looked at the DA. “While I am
a devoted supporter of our police force, I suggest you do the world a favor and
drop all charges.” In all likelihood, the charges wouldn’t stick anyway. Colton
Young looked sauced and the jury would find said peeing infraction an accident.
“I can’t do that,” replied the DA.
“It sends the wrong message to the public.”
So he’s worried about looking weak.
Some days the politics of this job drove her insane. They were here for one
thing and one thing only: to serve justice.
Sarah looked at Colt’s lawyer, a
very handsome man, and noticed he looked familiar. She’d probably had him in
her court before. “Well?”
He gave her a nod. “I’ll speak to
Mr. Young. He’ll be changing his plea to guilty.”
Strange. “Don’t you want to talk to
your client—”
“No. My client will plead guilty.”
Normally, the defendant’s lawyer
would want to discuss the situation with their client. On the other hand, the
sooner this ended, the better. She wouldn’t have to stare at Mr. Hotti-hotastic
in his smokin’ hot leather pants for a week and risk looking like an
idiot—correction—a bigger idiot. The public would be served by eliminating a
costly trial. Mr. DA would feel like he’d served his fat ego. Everyone would
win.
“Excellent.” She looked at her
watch. “We’ll reconvene in five minutes.”
The two attorneys left and Sarah plopped
her forehead down on her desk. Thank God. All she needed to do now was accept
Colt’s plea without fucking that up, and then she could worry about sentencing
in three or four weeks.
God, what was all that in there? I
can’t stand his type. And she hated pompous jerks who reeked of entitlement
even more. But that man…that man…
She would never forget the first
time she’d seen Colton back in college, when he had his first hit record. Her
roommate kept playing this song of his—“A Love Song”—about a man who kept
trying to find love, but every woman who walked into his life refused to see
the real him.
You want the money
You want the fame
How about wanting me, baby?
After hearing the song five hundred
times, Sarah began plotting to make sure her roomie, Melissa, and that damned
boom box disappeared. Quicksand. Deep well. Accidental fire. She’d go mad if
she had to hear that tune one more goddamned time!
And then it happened.
Sarah caught a glimpse of Colton
Young in a music video. She remembered being unable to look away. Those sensual
lips, those hazel eyes. She’d never seen a man like that. And the way he moved
those hips and that body? So sexy. So confident. A complete badass.
Sarah like. Sarah want. Sarah
neeeed…
Which was why she’d remained a fan all
these years until he walked into her courtroom a few months ago for that
auto-theft case. His empty gaze and lack of emotion instantly shook her. He
didn’t seem to care about anything around him or anyone.
Not at all the passionate alpha stud
I thought him to be. Still, she couldn’t help getting all flustered in his
presence—a mental hangover from years of being a huge fan.
Sarah cringed, resenting the effect
he had on her. I’m going to enjoy the hell out of throwing him in jail for two
months. Wait, make it three. Because regardless of the current situation,
Colton Young was not innocent. He’d been given every chance to live a very
privileged life. He had the sort of money and opportunities given only to a
handful. Yet he wanted to piss it away—literally—by acting like a lawless rebel
and getting arrested every few months.
Yes, Colton Young waved the bad-boy
flag high in the air. And he definitely fell into her “throw the full book at
him” category.
Hot or not. She would serve justice
and make that man cry.
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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