Soooo, in case you missed it, we're in the middle of release week for

Filthy Lawyer! This is a super fast-paced office romance full of witty banter and steamy times, so if that sounds like something you might like, one-click it. 

 

Alsooo, it wouldn't be a Whitney G. Release Week if something didn't go quite right, and some of you emailed me about typos that I don't see in the printed book's version. **face meet palm** Alas. I'm reviewing it this weekend to see what happened there, and I'll ask Amazon to push an update. If this affected your reading experience, I'm sorry. Those issues are not in the print version, and if you want one on your shelf, you can order it here.

 

If you read this story and loved it, please (pretty please) leave a rating/review, and drop your mailing address here so I can send you something ahead of Dirty Judge's release! (I'm doing something a little bit different than what I did for Filthy Lawyer, so the form will close when supplies are all out <3)

 

Yes, this is open internationally. 

 

Speaking of Filthy Lawyer, I'm including the epilogue right here via pdf and also at the bottom of this email if you prefer to scroll and read it. I'm also including the link via PDF to the epilogue for my previous release, I Wish I Would've Chosen You, here. (You can find it at the very bottom of this email as well if you wish to read it that way.) 

 

F.L.Y. + See you later with more!

Whit

 

P.S. (Signed/Printed copies of ALL my books are available in The F.L.Y. Store. As always, each order comes with extras, and we ship your book(s) within 1 to 3 business days!) International shipping should open in the coming days. It's just being slow to approve. <3 

 

OMG OMG O.M. EFFIN G!!!! I'm SO EXCITED to share one of my favorite worlds with you starting this April. If you're new here, The Wasted Love series started on my blog as a serial, and it's an ongoing saga between a sexy guy and a divorcee, with twists and turns galore!

 

Season 2 picked up where we left off, but I had to put it on pause for a bit due to personal reasons (+ Hellooo Baby G :-) ), but now we're back, and new episodes for Season Two are set to begin the last week of April! They'll drop weekly as they did before. <3 

 

You will NEVER GUESS where this season is going, and your jaw will DROP once we get to the season finale.

 

I'm 100% biased, but this series features some of my absolute best writing, and if you want to be ready for Season 2, you can read Season 1 via Kindle Unlimited by clicking here or the cover below! If you want to support this series, you can purchase a signed paperback or merch from the F.L.Y. Store. I have some SUPER CUTE new stuff coming your way for this series, too! 

 

(Also, I need to rewrite the blurb/synopsis for this book because what's there doesn't do it justice AT ALL, so go in blind. Trust me. <3)

(THREE PARTS)

 

Damien 

 

 

I was trudging along on the Manhattan Bridge, the same place I was this time last year, and yet again, I'd failed to note the anniversary.

"You have four interviews before noon," Michelle said. "Before you ask, yes, I triple-checked their backgrounds and had someone run an audit."

"I thought we had a deal, Michelle," I said. "You look out for me and I look out for you."

"I am looking out for you."

"Then why am I scheduled for interviews?"

She laughed. "Do you want to hear the rest of your schedule?"

"Not really."

"Your girlfriend requested a meeting at one o'clock under a fake name again," she said. "Can you please tell her that I know you're together? Hell, everyone in this office knows."

I smiled. "I have no idea what you're talking about. What name is it under?"

"Miss Olivia Benson."

"That's a real client of mine, Michelle." I pulled into the left lane. "I'll be at the firm in twenty."

"Wait a second," she said. "I need to ask you something, so you won't be able to hold it over my head any longer."

"I'm listening."

"Besides my ridiculous paycheck, how exactly do you look out for me?"

You wouldn't believe me if I told you. "I don't even think I can count the many ways right now."

"Try me." She laughed. "I'll wait."

"In that case, schedule a lunch date for the two of us a week from now, and I'll tell you everything." Once and for all…

"You still have interviews a week from now, Mr. Carter."

"If you want this list from me, I don't. The final verdict is up to you…"

She ended the call, and my dashboard lit up with an appointment for next Friday.

When I finally arrived at the firm, Andrew was waiting for me in my office.

"I think we should flip a coin to see who gets the honor of handling the first interview this year," he said.

"It should be you since I was first last year."

"That would be far too predictable."

"I think you mean 'fair,' Andrew."

"You're handling every single one of them together." Michelle joined us, placing a stack of folders on my desk. "Jessica told me it was non-negotiable."

"Jessica isn't here." Andrew pulled out a quarter, ignoring her. "Heads for me, tails for Damien."

He flipped it, and it fell to the floor on its side.

It spun toward the door, stopping against the edge of a file cabinet, but it never fell over.

It remained standing tall.

"Well, look at that," I said. "The Great Quarter has spoken. It doesn't want either of us to do these interviews, so I guess we should cancel."

Michelle rolled her eyes and stepped on it. "You have ten minutes to meet the first applicant. Thanks."

She walked away, and Andrew picked up a book from my desk.

"You read romance novels now?" he asked.

"I stole those from Jessica's drawer," I said. "I needed some ideas."

"Viagra is a client of ours, if you're having trouble."

"Not that type." I groaned, snatching it from his hands. "It's about what I texted you weeks ago. Jessica has been far more helpful in that department, by the way."

"Speaking of Jessica…" He looked at his watch. "A couple of police officers called me a little while ago. They detained her at a cafe, and although they're not arresting her, they're taking her to the jail to cool off for a while."

"What the hell did she do?"

"She started dating a new guy last month and she showed her true colors a little too early."

I held back a sigh. "Let me guess, he found one of her hidden cameras in his bedroom?"

"No, she's far more unhinged now." He smiled. “Since her boyfriend is the manager of this cafe, she hid in the closet overnight. She caught him kissing the other woman when he opened the door this morning, and then she jumped out to fight him for lying."

"I think we should leave her in jail until lunch this time."

"I'm fine with that." He walked to my door and looked over his shoulder. "Oh, and Damien?"

"Yeah?"

"It pains me to say this, but you no longer complete me."

"Elizabeth will be happy to hear that."

"Ask me why."

"I don't want to know."

"You and your girlfriend were caught on camera this past weekend fucking in my office." He narrowed his eyes at me. "I can't believe you did that."

"I am so sorry."

"You don't look sorry."

I'm not. I smiled, neglecting to mention that I'd promised Elizabeth we'd screw in every place in this firm, and no room or office was up for exception.

"Don't worry," he said, pulling a ring box from his pocket and tossing it to me. I'm not bailing on our friendship, and I already deducted the cost of the intense detox process from your next paycheck."

He slammed the door shut, and I laughed.

 

 

"Um…" Our final afternoon interviewee, Mr. Taylor Something-Not-Memorable, stared at us from across the table. "Is this a trick question?"

"No." I slid him two purple coffee mugs, one reading "Hamilton & Associates," and another reading "Carter, Hamilton, & Associates."

"Which one of these looks better to you?" Andrew asked him. "Just be honest."

He swallowed, quickly picking up and setting down the cups like they were seconds away from imploding.

"I think they're both nice," he said. "I choose both."

"A jury can't give a 'not guilty' and guilty verdict at the same time, Taylor." I crossed my arms. "Choose one. Now."

"Uhh…" He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. "I…I really think they both look nice, so…"

"It should be Hamilton, Carter, & Family," Jessica said. "I feel like that's what we've become over the past year."

"Or," Andrew said, "it can be what I proposed, which is Hamilton, Carter, & Associates."

"I've told you I like it how it is, Andrew," I said. "The less people who come crying to me about what it takes to make partner, the better."

"What about adding Tanner?" Elizabeth's sister suddenly walked by, reminding me that the interviews were in an open area now. "You both said you're amazed with all I've done since I've been hired here."

"Ah, yes," Andrew said. "Let's add the 'almost-cost-us-this-goddamn-firm' lawyer to our name."

"In that case, you could add my name, if you're considering hers." Jessica smiled. "I think that would be quite fitting since I'm the true asset that keeps this place running."

Everyone—even the interviewee—shot her a blank stare.

"You've only had to get me out of jail twice this year," she said. "That shouldn't undo all the hard work I've done."

We said nothing, and I held back on telling her that today made three times.

"Ugh, fine!" She stood up from the table. "I vote for Hamilton & Associates since Mr. Carter doesn't care."

Elle laughed and set an invite on my desk. "Don't forget Gershwin Theater for Elizabeth tonight."

"I would never."

"Um…" Taylor Something-Not-Memorable cleared his throat. "Is my interview over?"

"It was over the moment we saw your suit," Andrew and I spoke in unison. "You can go."

"Now?"

"Right now."

###

 

I stood at center stage as the curtains drew open, swallowing as the audience came into view.

Standing on their feet, they clapped wildly as I took one final bow as Glinda the Good Witch. 

Even though tonight was just a live rehearsal for the understudies, a night open for our family and friends to see, it still meant the world to me. I was working part-time at the firm, pursuing my acting dreams whenever I could, and moments like this made it all worth it.

Damien stared at me from the center seat in the front row, mouthing, “You were perfect…”

The curtains closed as quickly as they opened, and unlike on the real nights of the show, the cast headed to a far less glamorous dressing room.

I picked up the bouquet of roses in my chair and read the tag.

Pulling the tiara from my hair, I stared at my reflection one last time before putting on my real clothes. Then I carried the flowers outside.

Damien was leaning against an alley wall, waiting for me.

“Hello, Elizabeth,” he said.

“Damien.” I smiled, still in disbelief that one glance of him could send butterflies fluttering in my stomach. “What did you think about the rehearsal tonight? Be honest.”

“It was better than the actual show.” He stepped closer and kissed me. “I’m impressed.”

I blushed. He always said that.

“Here.” He handed me a cup of hot tea to soothe my throat.

“Are you still staking out a client tonight?” I asked.

“Nine-thirty.”

“Care if I join you?”

“I insist.” He slipped an arm around my waist and led me to his car.

Like we’d done hundreds of times before, he clasped my hand behind the gearshift as he drove through the city.

As we neared the Manhattan Bridge, he pulled over in front of a cafe.

“Where’s the case file?” I asked as he helped me out of the car. “And why are we getting out here? I thought you said you had to be extra careful with this assignment.”

“I do.” He pulled a folded sheet from his blazer and held it out for me.

Opening it, I noticed my name was at the top, next to his.

Huh? “Damien, what is this? You only have twenty minutes before—” I stopped talking once I saw him getting down on one knee.

Then he pulled out a ring box.

Tears pricked my eyes as he clasped my hand, and I lost my train of thought.

“I haven’t been able to get you off my damn mind since you crashed into me on that bridge,” he said. “I know it’s only been a year, and our relationship is far from typical, but…”

“I never knew what it was like to have a partner before you, and I never want to know what it’s like without one ever again.” He paused. “I have a much longer speech planned for why you should answer in a certain way, but it’s for after I eat your pussy, and it wouldn’t really fit right here. Thanks for teaching me how to blurt out random sentences where they don’t belong, by the way…”

“You’re welcome.” I laughed as he opened the ring box, revealing a massive diamond ring.

“I love you, Elizabeth Tanner.” He looked into my eyes. “Will you be my partner for life and marry me?”

“Yes. Yes…” Tears fell down my cheeks, and he stood up to kiss me—wiping my stray tears away with his fingertips.

“Wait a minute,” I whispered. “I thought you said you’d burn all your money before you ever considered getting married.”

“I already burned the half you’d get in a divorce.”

I smiled. “Did you bring the prenup for me to sign?”

“No.” He ran his fingers through my hair. “I didn’t.”

“Okay, I’ll sign it at the office. I won’t fight you on that.”

“I’m not writing a prenup for you, Elizabeth.”

“Why not?”

“For one, if we didn’t work out, I’m pretty sure I could easily handle you in court.”

“Don’t make me reconsider my answer.”

“Two—” He kissed me again. “I don’t make plans that will fail.”

“Three?”

“I love you too damn much.”

 

###

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(2 PARTS)

 

 

 

 

 

I brush stray hairs away from Genevieve’s face as she sleeps, watching her chest heave up and down. When I’m sure she won’t roll over and ask another question about our future, I hit the lights and head to my office.

 

The past several months of our lives have been a messy blur, but I wouldn’t trade them for the world.

 

Before I can get started on tonight’s work, my phone sounds with a call.

 

“May I speak to Mr. Donovan?” A gruff voice says.

 

“This is he.”

 

“Mr. Donovan, this is Ray Walsh, the painter your wife hired for the grand staircase. I can’t reach her for the final confirmation, so do you have any idea when she’ll be available?”

 

“I can help you with that. Text me the picture.”

 

“Doing it now.”

 

The picture comes through, revealing a beautiful gleaming staircase where each step features a quote from one of Genevieve’s favorite authors.

 

“It looks good,” I say, “except I’m sending you a slight change to one of them.”

 

“Got it.” He pauses. “Um…Should I hold off on doing this until your wife approves?”

 

“Not at all.” I smile. “Let’s keep this change between us.”

 

“Oh, I see. You think it’s so subtle she won’t notice?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

The words ‘The Writers Room’ gleam from a golden banner that hangs high above our twenty-thousand square foot building. It’s a monthly work-share space for writers that hosts special events for literature lovers, even if they’re not twenty-one.

 

There’s an entire wing dedicated to romance novels and a room for every trope. In the “student teacher” section, we’ve framed several headlines as a reminder that our type of relationship can work in real life.

 

I’d hoped we could open this place months ago, but the construction issues have pushed it back far too many times for me to set a new date.

 

With any luck, we can open before my next birthday.

Entering the grand lobby, I admire the double spiral staircase, which features my favorite quotes in cursive on every step.

 

“Wait a minute.” I move closer and squint at the top one.

 

 

 

I walk over to the lead contractor and tap his shoulder.

 

“Excuse me, Mr. Walsh?”

 

“Yes?” He turns around.

 

“I could’ve sworn we went over every single step like a hundred times this week.”

 

“We did.” He smiles. “Don’t you love them?”

 

“All of them except the top one,” I say. “It’s supposed to be a J.R.R. Tolkien quote.”

 

“Who?”

 

“Tolkien,” I say. “That beige one is supposed to say, “’Not all those who wander are lost.’”

 

“Nah, I double-checked this last night, lady, multiple times,” he says. “Mr. Donovan specifically requested a quote from The Iron Giant. He said to print it just like that."

 

He lowers his voice. “Between you and me, that’s the best-animated film ever. The ending still makes me cry.”

 

“Please tell me you’re joking.”

 

“You go. I stay. No following.” He quotes the robot’s last lines with genuine emotion. “You are who you choose—“

 

“Thank you for confirming.” I walk away before he can finish, searching the rooms for Liam.

 

When I find him, he’s flipping through stock reports at the cafe counter.

 

I clear my throat. “We have a problem, Mr. Donovan.”

 

“Yes, Mrs. Donovan?” He smiles at me.

 

“Someone made an unwanted change to my steps.”

 

“I wouldn’t describe it as ‘unwanted,’” He smirks. “But I think this ‘someone’ made a brilliant choice. It looks good, doesn’t it?”

 

“I’m painting over it this weekend with the correct quote.”

 

“I dare you.” He kisses me. “Admit that you like it.”

 

I refuse, and he kisses me harder. He slides a hand under my dress and gently pushes my panties to the side.

 

With his lips still on mine, he slides a finger against my clit, teasing me with a promise of the morning sex we didn’t get to finish.

 

“You don’t like my change?” he whispers.

 

“I might like it.”

 

“Close enough.”

 

“Um…Mr. and Mrs. Donovan?” Our secretary steps into the room, forcing us apart. “Do you want me to call security?”

 

“For what?” Liam asks.

 

“Another bus just dropped off some tourists for pictures.”

 

“No, that’s okay,” he says. “Just tell them our opening date is still up in the air. They’re welcome to check out the grounds outside, though.”

 

I step out of his hold and walk to the windows.

 

Since our scandal, tons of fangirls have stalked our moves while rooting for us via social media and sending us cards.

 

“Need help with anything this evening?” Liam steps next to me.

 

“I forgot about the insurance,” I say. “I need to research the best lawyers and keep one on retainer.”

 

“I know a pretty good one,” he says.

 

“Who?”

 

He opens his wallet and pulls out a card that reads, ‘Welcome to the firm.’

 

“Huh?” I flip it over. “There’s no contact information on here.”

 

“I know.” He smiles. “I’ll call him.”

 

“You think giving up law school and focusing on this place is a good decision for me?”

 

“It’s the second best decision you’ve ever made.”

 

“What’s the first?”

 

He pulls me into his arms and kisses me, answering the obvious.