Dial L for Lawyer by Megan Wade
When your career explodes and every law firm in Chicago won’t touch you, there’s only one man arrogant enough to help… for a price.
SERENA
I’ve been avoiding Caleb Kingsley for six months. Six months since I agreed to dinner, then had a panic attack trying to squeeze into my shapewear.
Why? Because billionaire lawyers who date supermodels don’t date ex-big girls with loose skin for days. He’d take one look at me undressed and run screaming.
I’m couldn’t put myself through that.
So I ghosted. Left him sitting at that restaurant while I spiraled on my bedroom floor like a coward.
And it’s been working just fine… Until I’m framed for corporate espionage, blacklisted, and desperate enough to walk into his office begging for help.
He takes one look at me and smiles like he’s been waiting for this moment since I ignored that first text asking where I was…
CALEB
Serena Morgan thinks she can ghost me for six months and then waltz into my office needing favors. She’s about to learn that I don’t forget. And I don’t forgive.
I’ll clear her name… but dinner isn’t a request. It’s payment.
She can clutch her pearls all she wants about mixing business with pleasure. But I’ve spent half a year imagining what she tastes like, and now that she’s finally stopped running, I’m not letting her disappear again. I’ll hold on so tight it leaves bruises.
Even if saving her means risking everything I’ve built. Even if wanting her this much makes me the kind of lawyer who breaks every rule in the book.
Some things are worth the ethics violation.
A steamy enemies-to-lovers billionaire romance featuring a curvy heroine who’s terrible at staying away, a lawyer who plays dirty to get what he wants, and the kind of chemistry that could get them both disbarred. Perfect for fans of morally gray heroes, workplace tension, and happily ever afters that come with a side of scandal.
As with all Megan Wade books, this body positive, billionaire romantic comedy comes with her Sugar Promise. High heat, low drama, guaranteed.
