Laws of Attraction
"Title continues her charming Librarians in Love contemporary series with this heartwarming and amusing third installment..."
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Publisher's Weekly
Foreign Editions
It’s taken law librarian Becky Schrader a long time to stop comparing herself to her family of overachievers and hone in on what she really wants—a normal life, white picket fence and all, Mr. Dream Guy included. But before she gets ahead of herself, her girlfriends convince her she needs to let down her hair for once, meet a hot guy and let the moment take over . . .
After graduating from an Ivy League law school and practicing in New York for a few years, the plan for Foster Deacon was to return home to Denver and join the family firm, marry the right woman, shoulder his responsibilities. Except Foster’s always been a bit of a rebel, and he’s decided to suit up with his family’s rival firm. What better way to celebrate than to spend a night with a gorgeous blonde who leaves before he could say, “Good morning . . .”
Becky feels she did the right thing, leaving her lover’s bed and not her number. After all, she needs to focus on her job at Glassmeyer & Polak—until the new hire walks through the door . . . with a bad case of happily ever after.
"Yet another very funny romance that celebrates a headstrong librarian..."
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Kirkus Reviews (starred review)
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She thought he was putting out signals. He kept looking at her lips. He was laughing at her bad jokes. He had his hand resting on the back of her barstool.
He was the lumberjack of her dreams. All she had to do was make the first move.
“I loved that book,” she said and put a hand on his wrist, the one that was still on the table.
“Don’t spoil the ending,” he warned, shifting a little and intertwining his fingers with hers.
“Oh, so I shouldn’t tell you that it was the ghost of the hero’s possessive mother?”
“Wow, that’s a twist. As long as the dog doesn’t die at the end. I can’t deal with a book where the dog dies in the end.”
Oh, God. She was in love. She leaned in and whispered the most erotic thing she could think of in this emptying sports bar to a virtual stranger.
“The dog doesn’t die at the end.”
He shivered.
Sarah Title
"The best of a new kind of contemporary romance"
