Handsome, ruthless attorney Jordan Logan had an amazing track record: He'd never lost a case. So when he agreed to do a favor for his sister and become a substitute lawyer at Advocate Aid, he thought it would be a piece of cake.
What Jordan didn't expect was the all-consuming passion he felt for his work--and for the one-of-a-kind office manager, Sarajane Gerrity.
As suspicious of him as she was stunning, Sarajane was full of surprises. And the biggest surprise of all was allowing herself to fall for a man like Jordan. But the jury was still out on whether this romance could be for real....
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March 01, 2007
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Excerpt from Mr. Hall Takes A Bride by Marie Ferrarella
"C'mon, Jordan, please? You owe this to me."
Jordan Hall, high-profile defense attorney and much-sought-after man about town, had been en route to the airport to begin what he felt was a greatly deserved Hawaiian surfing vacation when a frantic call from his younger sister had brought him racing back to Portland and the house that she and her husband, his best friend, Eric Logan, shared with Jenny's six-year-old adopted son, Cole. On the phone, Jenny had made it sound like a matter of life or death.
Now that he had discovered that there was no death, imminent or otherwise, Jordan had pulled himself together, masked his initial concern and looked down at his six-months-pregnant sister, who'd forced herself into a semi-horizontal position on the sofa. Knowing Jenny, it was a compromise. The doc-tor had probably had a bed in mind when he'd given her strict orders to rest.
Jordan crossed his arms and did his best to look annoyed, but Jenny was just too damn good to be annoyed at. She had a way of bringing out the best in everyone.
But this time, he was doing his utmost to resist. "How, pray tell, do I "owe'this to you?" he wanted to know, the "this" in question being temporarily taking her place at Advocate Aid, Inc., and dispens-ing legal advice with no compensation other than being on the receiving end of a grateful smile. "If we're going to bandy about the subject of "owing,' it's you who actually "owe' me, dear sister." He saw her mouth drop open and felt a surge of triumph. Eric, perched on the arm of the sofa next to her, looked mildly amused by the exchange. "If not for me, you might still be buried hip-deep in charity work, never seeing the light of day or having Eric's beatific smile bestowed on you on a daily basis."
"Beatific?" Eric echoed with a wide grin. He flut-tered his lashes at him. "Why, Jordan, I never knew you felt that way about me."
Jordan grimaced. "I don't, but for some reason, every card-carrying member of the female sex does. Including my sister," he added needlessly, "your very pregnant wife." Jordan looked pointedly at Jenny, continuing the stroll down memory lane. "If I hadn't "arranged' to have your friends bid on Eric in that ridiculous bachelors' auction--"
"As I recall, you were part of the auction, too," Eric reminded him.
Jordan shrugged casually. "What can I say? I'm a pushover for charity."
"And wealthy, good-looking women," Jenny was quick to interject. It was a well-known fact that people in the circles Jordan traveled felt that her brother had put the play in playboy.
Jordan's eyes seemed to twinkle as he obligingly acknowledged, "That, too."
"That foremost," Jenny countered, shifting on the sofa, feeling very much like a prisoner. She was a mover, a shaker. By definition, that sort of person-ality and calling necessitated mobility. Imitating a still-life painting like this was making her crazy. When she thought about having to do it for the next three months, it was all she could do to keep from screaming. But that would only frighten Cole, so she struggled to contain her edginess.
Jordan looked at her, shaking his head. "Marriage has made you feisty, little sister."
Eric laughed. "Feistier," he corrected his best friend. "Marriage has made her feistier. This woman was never a cupcake."
"Which is why I'm not going to give up." Jenny congratulated herself on bringing the conversation back to its rightful place, centered on what she both wanted and needed her older brother to do. She'd come to her conclusion after a night of soul-searching. Also a night of calling everyone else she could think of to ask. Giving them first crack at filling in the very vital space. She'd gotten several tentative promises of "next month," but no one was available immediately.