Lilly's Law. Dianne Drake

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      Dear Reader,

      Wow! My third book. It’s hard to believe that I’m doing what I always wanted to do—writing for Harlequin.

      Before this, I used to give advice to my university students—all aspiring writers. On the first day of class I would tell them to give me a good Elvis snarl, growl, then say, “I can do that!” Surprisingly, I got a lot of resistance, but after a couple of minutes of good, solid growling I explained how that pit bull attitude is the start of achieving anything they want. It’s all about the attitude.

      My friend Toni—who was the inspiration for Lilly, the heroine of this story—had that “can do” attitude. An immigrant from Italy, she went after what she wanted. Her dream was to be an attorney and later, a criminal court judge. She snarled, growled and she did it! Just like Lilly does. And you can do that, too. So let me see that snarl, hear that growl and say, “I can do that!”

      I’d like to thank my editor, Wanda Ottewell, for letting me do that.

      Wishing you love, laughter and a pit bull attitude!

      Dianne Drake

      P.S. There was only one time Toni didn’t succeed in her “can do” attitude and, sadly, that was in her battle with breast cancer. So, about those monthly breast exams and mammograms—let me hear you say, “I will do that!”

      Disorder in the court!

      “Do I get to speak candidly here, or are my rights forfeited the minute I step into your courtroom?” Mike Collier glanced around, shook his head in disdain, then added, “Such as it is.”

      “By all means, be candid, Mr. Collier. I certainly wouldn’t want you leaving my courtroom—such as it is—feeling like you didn’t receive every opportunity to tell your side of the story before I make my judgment and tack on an extra hundred bucks for that little insult.”

      Lilly dropped her gaze to the file containing copies of all nineteen tickets, not to peruse it so much as to stop herself from glaring at him.

      Of course, she already knew what he looked like—in vivid detail, right down to the lips tattooed on his derriere. Right side, midcheek. A drunken college escapade. And of course she could conjure up that eye candy in minute detail—along with every other Collier detail—even when she wasn’t looking at him, which she was trying not to do, especially in court.

      Jeez, where was an iceberg when you needed one?

      Lilly’s Law

      Dianne Drake

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      ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      What’s life without a few pets? Dianne Drake and her hubby Joel have seven—four dogs and three cats, all rescued strays. In the few spare minutes her animals grant her, Dianne goes to the Indianapolis Symphony, Indianapolis Colts games and the Indiana Pacers games—can you tell she lives in Indianapolis? And occasionally, she and Joel sneak away and do something really special, like take in a hockey game.

      Books by Dianne Drake

      HARLEQUIN DUETS

      58—THE DOCTOR DILEMMA

      106—ISN’T IT ROMANTIC?

      To Toni—an extraordinary judge, an extraordinary woman. The world is a little less bright without you.

      And as always, to Joel.

      Contents

       Chapter 1

       Chapter 2

       Chapter 3

       Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

      1

      Friday morning, and what a way to end the week!

      “OH, NO!”

      Lilly moaned the words louder than she intended, and his speedy response to what she’d meant to keep under her breath was, “Oh, yes! And I want a change of venue, Your Honor.”

      “Change of venue, Mr. Collier? You’re telling me you want a change of venue?” She was struggling to preserve what was left of her judgely comportment. “This is traffic court, СКАЧАТЬ