Skylar Ellen Crosby is a typical redhead: blunt, passionate, with a bit of a temper. Okay, so maybe she gets in her own head sometimes. At the end of her third year at Harvard Law, all Skylar wants is to figure out her next steps: ones that will hopefully include a job, an apartment, and enough money to help her father stop getting into trouble. She can’t afford to be distracted these days anyway, especially not by men. 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 the notorious CEO of Sterling Ventures and one of the best attorneys in Boston, all of those boundaries are about to be knocked down. 

Brandon Sterling never believed in fate. A man of his own making, he firmly credits his successes to hard work. How else could you explain his rise from the poorest of backgrounds in South Boston to becoming one of the most successful entrepreneurs in the city? Now he’s living in the lap of luxury, and it’s never mattered to him that increasing success meant increased isolation in his big house on Beacon Street. After all, when you have everything, everyone else always wants something. Then he walks in to find a feisty redhead sitting on his windowsill. Suddenly, the idea of love at first sight seems like the most plausible thing in the world…if only the one person he wants to give his heart to would actually take it. 

Together, Skylar and Brandon have the kind of passion few hope to find, but things keep getting in their way. Between school, business, her father’s gambling troubles and Brandon’s history of personal struggle, will their complicated lives prevent them from making it work together? Or, as they both suspect somewhere deep down, have they finally met their match in each other’s hearts? 

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What’s the point of falling in love if it only breaks your heart?

Skylar Crosby should be on top of the world. She’s just graduated from the best law school in the country and is supposed to kick-start a career at a new law firm. But with her father still recovering from his addictions, her flaky mother suddenly reappearing in her life, and the stresses of studying for the bar exam, Skylar feels more like she’s holding the world up rather than standing on top of it. And then, of course, there’s the matter of her utterly smashed heart. 

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. 

Even when the whole world seems united against them, it’s possible that these two are their own worst enemies. Legally Mine, the second book in the explosive Spitfire series, continues the saga of Skylar and Brandon as two stubborn, intelligent, damaged people trying to learn how to let themselves love and be loved return.

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Excerpt from Legally Mine:

A hand slipped around my waist; Brandon had returned, sipping on a pint of beer. He set another whiskey soda and a water on the table beside us.

“Thought you might need a refill,” he called into my ear.

“Thanks.”

I took the water gratefully and drank half of it in one gulp. I was starting to feel pretty buzzed, but not so much that I was too out of it to have a good time. Brandon watched with clear approval as I downed the rest of my water before picking up my drink.

“They’re pretty good,” he shouted.

I nodded; it was really too loud to have any kind of conversation. Every so often I got a flash of Jane moshing at the front of the crowd while Eric lurked a few people back. Brandon’s hand returned to my waist, and I was all too aware of the fact that there was nothing between my bare skin and the slightly callused pads of his fingertips. Despite the sheen of sweat on my forehead, I broke out in goosebumps.

I didn’t know most of the songs played, but the band was solid and full of energy. More and more, however, I became increasingly conscious of the play of Brandon’s fingers at my waist. After he finished his beer, he had rested both hands at my hips, sometimes pulling me close to fold his arms under my breasts, but mostly just keeping me close while his fingers played with my shirt, my navel, the lines of my stomach.

At one point, when the band broke into a slow cover of The Clash’s “Lover’s Rock,” Brandon pushed my hair so it hung down one shoulder and gave him access to the other. His nose trailed up and down my neck. Suddenly I couldn’t move, locked in his embrace and in the feel of his lips. His thumbs slid under the tops of my jeans, thumbnail grazing just at the edge of my lace underwear.

He hummed low, vibrating his stubbled cheek across the soft skin just under my jaw. I couldn’t help but arch against him, pressing against the hardness I could now feel very clearly against my back.

“You’re playing with fire there, Red,” he murmured.

The light scratch of his stubble made me arch again, and this time a low moan escaped my throat. His hands clenched at my jeans, then moved around my waist and down to squeeze my ass.

“Brandon,” I breathed suddenly unable to speak clearly.

All of me seemed to be standing erect for him; I was glad we were in the middle of a dark room, since my skin was likely the color of my hair. Brandon moved his hand back around my waist, up to the edge of my cropped tank, where his fingers slid just under, teasing at the edge of my bra, and then back down again to tug on my waistband.

“What is it, Red?” he asked as he continued to torment.

The band didn’t exist anymore. No one existed anymore. And I couldn’t take this torture for one more second.

I turned around in his arms, and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Although he was surprised at first, it didn’t take him long to get equally wrapped up in me, reaching down to grab my ass hard as his mouth opened hungrily. We were so eager to get closer, uncaring of the fact that we were basically devouring each other in a room full of people.

The song came to an end, and Brandon stopped with it. Even in the dim light of the club, his eyes flashed and it almost looked like he was vibrating. “Come with me.”

**Giveaway: One winner will receive both Legally Yours and Legally Mine in e-book form. To enter, just leave a comment. I’ll pick a random winner on Friday.