Lawyers. Stefanie Amor’s had enough of them to last a lifetime. One left her heartbroken, the other left her in bed and did a runner. But as the witness in a murder case, she’s got no choice but to cooperate with defence attorney Oliver Rhodes, a great white shark who gets his kicks from chewing up lesser mortals and spitting out their sorry remains.
Oliver has two passions in life: money and winning. Stefanie’s a shiny new toy he’s not supposed to have, pretty to look at but so easy to break. Playtime’s fun, but what happens when the game isn’t a game anymore?
Rhodium is a standalone romance novel. Warning: It's dirty, y'all.
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Excerpt 1 – The beginning:
Degraded. Mortified. Embarrassed. That was how I felt as I slammed the door of Rhodes, Holden and Maxwell and stepped out onto the busy street. All around me, life carried on as usual. Businessmen walked past on their way home, couples strolled towards nearby restaurants in search of dinner, and joggers dodged puddles in their quest for fitness. Normal activities on a normal day at the beginning of September.
For me, life would never be normal again. And now, to cap it all, I’d been utterly humiliated by Oliver Rhodes. I’d never felt so ashamed in my life, and considering I used to sleep with men for money, that was an achievement. The man was a massive cock.
In every way.
I reached the bus stop and sank onto one of the cold metal seats with a low groan. Oliver Rhodes, the man who took the worst night of my life and turned it into the best. I still clenched my thighs together every time I thought about it.
Except now I clenched my fists. Oliver was an asshole. An arrogant, rude, condescending asshole, who wore made-to-measure suits and a Patek Philippe watch that cost more than my parents’ first home, and whose smooth hands I hadn’t just spent the past hour glancing at as he twirled a Montblanc fountain pen around his fingers.
Dammit, Stef! Don’t think about the hands. The trouble was, I knew what they were capable of. How they could make a woman come so hard she forgot her own name.
No. NO! I shook my head to clear my wayward thoughts. Oliver Rhodes was bad news from the ends of his dark-grey hair to the toes of his Italian leather wingtips.
And where was the damn bus?
Probably I should start at the beginning. What bizarre twist of fate led me to be sitting here at a shabby bus stop in downtown Richmond, wishing I had the courage to jump off a bridge or hurl myself under a passing semi? Well, it started with my ex-roommate, Christina; a faux-fur jacket; and a man old enough to be my grandfather…
Excerpt 2 – Oops:
To this day I don’t know why I did it. Desperation, perhaps. Anything to break that impassive mask he’d worn since the night he left my bed. And stupidity. There was certainly an element of that involved.
I reached out my tongue and touched his bottom lip.
His dark eyes widened, a true expression of surprise from Oliver. I thought he’d move away, but I’d underestimated him. He leaned forwards instead and pressed his lips to mine in a hard, closed-mouth kiss. Then, before I could process that and push him away or pull him closer or kick him in the groin or kiss him back, the elevator doors opened and he was gone.
I must have stood in the empty car for a full minute before a bespectacled gentleman tapped me on the shoulder.
“Miss? Are you okay?”
No, I was far from okay. Say, if okay was in Chicago, then I was on the moon. Or Mars. Or in a whole different solar system. But I didn’t think the nice man would like to hear that, so I nodded and smiled and stepped out into the icy sterility of the reception area with its perfect blonde receptionist and its fancy umbrella holder. Ahead, the door opened invitingly, hinting at the sanctuary of the street beyond.
I craved air.
“Miss? I need your pass.”
The receptionist chased after me, heels clacking on the polished floor, and I ripped the damn badge off and threw it behind me. She could do whatever she liked with it and give me as many disapproving looks as she wanted. I didn’t plan on coming back to the offices of Rhodes, Holden and Maxwell. If Oliver wanted my testimony, he could talk to me in court.
