Solomon Vs. Lord
Victoria Lord follows all the rules...
Steve Solomon makes up his own...
When they defend an accused murderer, they'll either end up in ruin, in jail...or in bed.
Steve Solomon is the sharpest lawyer ever to barely graduate from Key West School of Law. Victoria Lord is fresh from Yale, toiling for an ambitious D.A., before Solomon gets her fired. And Katrina Barksdale is a sexy former figure skater charged with killing her very wealthy, very kinky husband. With all three tangled in Miami's steamiest trial of the century, the case is sure to make sparks fly, headlines scream - and opposites attract.
Note: The "Solomon vs. Lord" series has been nominated for the Edgar, International Thriller, Macavity and James Thurber awards).
Pincher scowling at them. Judge Thornberry said: “The defense has made a serious allegation of prosecutorial misconduct.” “To which I express my outrage,” Pincher said. “And which we’ll prove,” Steve said. “Okay, let’s get to the bottom of this quick,” the judge said. “I want the jury back before they’re at one another’s throats like in Twelve Angry Men.” “If Your Honor orders the original autopsy tape to be produced,” Steve continued, “you’ll see how the state altered evidence.” “Keep up
time.’” “You’re the most unethical lawyer I know.” “You’re new at this. Give it time.” “Sleazy son-of-a-bitch,” she muttered, turning away. “I heard that,” he said. Nice profile, he thought. Attractive in that polished, cool-as-a-daiquiri way. Long legs, small bust, sculpted jaw, an angular, athletic look. Green eyes spiked with gray and a tousled, honey-blond bird’s nest of hair. Ballsy and sexy, too. He’d never heard “sleazy son-of-a-bitch” sound so seductive. “If you weren’t so
moment, the only sound in the courtyard was the gurgling fountain of spitting cherubs. Her tongue seemed to flick across her lips, but she might have just been moistening her gloss. “You unattached, Steve?” “Like a piece of driftwood.” “Maybe when this is over . . .” She let the bait play in the water, but he didn’t leap for it. “Any pre-nup?” he asked, getting back to business. “You know a rich old guy who doesn’t demand one?” “I’ll need a copy.” “Sure, but I can tell you what it says.
handcuffs, cat-o’nine-tails, and what an evidence form termed a “battery-operated anal stimulation device.” Steve stood up on cross. “What was Mrs. Barksdale’s demeanor when you questioned her?” “She was crying,” Detective Farnsworth said. “About what you would expect from a woman whose husband just died?” “Objection, irrelevant,” Pincher said. “Overruled,” the judge said. “I’ve seen so many reactions, I don’t know what to expect anymore,” Farnsworth said. “Just what in your investigation
about a divorce. “There was no divorce petition filed,” he said. “Didn’t say there was,” Pincher said. “Del, fill him in. It’s obvious his client hasn’t.” Farnsworth sat up straighter. “Barksdale tells Katrina he knows about Manko and he wants out of the marriage. This is not good news for the lady. Under the pre-nup, she’ll get squat. But if Charlie dies while they’re married, she gets a third of his estate.” “That’s what we call motive.” Pincher’s tone was condescending. “She begs