At the end of her third year at Harvard Law, Skylar Crosby wants to figure out her next steps, which will hopefully include a job, an apartment, and money to get her father out of trouble. She simply has no room for romance, especially the kind that might break your heart. But on a dark, snowy night, when she's stranded in the living room of Brandon Sterling, the notorious CEO of Sterling Ventures and one of the best attorneys in Boston, all of those boundaries are about to be knocked down.
Bonus Scenes from Legally Mine, Book Two in the Spitfire Trilogy.
In just a few short months, Brandon Sterling, brilliant legal mind and all-around tycoon, quickly became the sun to Skylar's universe, only to twist it upside down and inside out, leaving her with a decision that will change both of their lives forever. And although Brandon can't forget the girl who gave him back his heart, sudden changes in his complicated life will make getting her back that much more difficult. Luckily, Brandon Sterling has never been one to walk away from a challenge.
Bonus Scenes for Legally Ours, Book Three in the Spitfire Series
Skylar Crosby knows betrayal, and she knows what it's like when your secrets cost you everything, including the love of your life. Now kidnapped, scared, and alone, Skylar has no reason to believe in her rescue. Not when she can still see Brandon's face as she smashed his heart to pieces. Even if Skylar can get out of her physical prison, can she escape the cage created by her guilt?
Brandon Sterling spent the last fifteen years trying to reinvent himself: as a lawyer, a businessman, and now a politician. But as these daily stressors mount alongside a dangerous threat to his family and loved ones, the old Brandon reemerges: a ruthless hoodlum who'd rather use fists than brains to solve his problems.
How do you find true north when your compass is broken?
Two years I’ve been gone. Two years locked in a detention facility for a crime that took seconds to commit, losing my sense of self and direction. Two years since I’ve seen my family and friends.
Two years have passed, but some things are the same. There are still five of us crammed in a one-bedroom apartment in Hell’s Kitchen––six when my mother’s boyfriend decides that he and his fists should stay the night. Still four kids here who never have enough to eat and wannabe thugs lurking the neighborhood, trying to pull me back to a life of trouble.
But now I’m a little older. A little wiser. A little bigger. A little stronger. If I can focus on the future instead of the past, maybe I can make things a little better.