Mr. July by Jax Hart

Charm. Old money. A six-pack. Loves dogs. He’d be the perfect guy–if I wasn’t suing him.
Mr. Hot-shot lawyer has no idea I’m the girl he swore he’d have his day in court with.
I lied.
Gave him a fake name.
I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when we’d meet again in small claims. But the kiss we shared under the stars was explosive. Fueled by months of pent-up anger. Maybe he had figured out who I was, after all, the girl who fell for Mr. July.
She thinks she’s playing me. Newsflash: I’m playing her. I know exactly who Ms. Lawsuit is. But I wasn’t expecting her long tanned legs, sunkissed hair, and innocent eyes to distract me from annihilating her. Maybe it’s time to change this game around. After all my mama always said make love instead of war.