About Force of Law
Written by Jez Morrow
100 pages / 35700 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-916-3
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When a Lamborghini Diablo car pulls into the quick oil change shop on
Cleveland’s west side, Tom Russell work immediately assumes this is his
old lover, Wells, a beautiful, wealthy, east side snob, come back to
torment him. But it’s worse.
The driver is Wells’ arrogant, obscenely rich cousin Law Castille, who
invites Tom on a little subtle revenge, accompanying Law as his guest to
Wells’ wedding. But dance with the devil, and there's hell to pay. Tom
thinks Law is toying with him, but Law’s visit to the poor side of a
rustbelt town was never about revenge. It was never about cousin Wells
at all. Law has come for Tom.
Review
Kiernan Kelly, author of the In Their Own Skins books, writes: Tom is a man still tending a broken heart. Oh, he thought he was over it, had put it behind him and moved on, but he still has the bitter taste of betrayal in his mouth. When Wells left him without a word, without closure, and for a woman no less, it hardened him to love forever.
Or so he thought, until a part of his past walks into his place of work to smack him in the face.
Enter Law, a man of means and money, owner of hot cars, a multi-billion dollar company, a Dom attitude, and an overbearing ego. To make matters worse, Law is Well’s cousin. When Law convinces Tom to be his escort to Well’s wedding, Tom thinks he’s getting a little payback. What he gets is much, much more.
“Force of Law” is a fabulous story of misunderstandings, misinterpretations, and misconnections that will leave the reader panting for more. Morrow’s characters are wonderfully drawn, from the embittered Tom to the larger-than-life Law, with a host of others that add seasoning to an already rich story. With sex that sets the pages on fire, “Force of Law” is a must read.
Sample
“Drive,” Law said.
The edges of the keys bit Tom’s palm. This was the forbidden fruit, and Tom could not let go. He imagined himself a fish swimming around a baited hook, all his schoolmates screaming at him No, no, no you fool!
Law stepped back from the driver’s side door to make way for Tom to take the wheel. The door opened and slanted up.
He’s playing me.
And Tom was walking around the car without thinking about doing it or meaning to do it, as if possessed. He dropped into the driver’s seat, felt an instant tingling thrill of expectation.
The passenger door lifted. The beast slid into the passenger seat, a sexually threatening presence.
I don’t care. I need to drive this car.
Tom turned the ignition. The car came to life for him. Lusty noise filled him head to ass.
He shifted the devil into gear. It responded.
He made a slow, lumbering exit over the grass to the driveway, onto the road, and out of the village.
Merging onto the interstate was license to speed. Tom released all the horses, and the Diablo torpedoed up the ramp and broke free onto the highway. Tom might have shouted.
“How is it?” Law asked coolly.
Tom had to grin. “I’m harder than this stick.”
I’m going to pay for this, he thought, still grinning like an ass.
Then he had the sense to be scared shitless.
No, I’m not.
Tom never saw Law as anything but a bully. A big bully. But there was something else now. Something more. Intensely threatening. Tom responded with fear tainted with desire.
No. Don’t go there.
Tom felt like prey being stalked by a great beast, not for hunger, but for fun. This straight mofo was going to humiliate him.
When they arrived on the slow streets of the old town, Tom’s fear built to choking strength.
He nosed the Diablo up behind another car under a street light in front of the dark furniture store. He wanted to just drop the keys in the driver’s seat and sprint to his door like a frightened rabbit. That would look asinine.
The doors lifted like wings. They both got out. Something wobbled in Tom’s diaphragm in counterpoint to his heartbeat.
Okay, I’m a frightened rabbit.
Tom tossed the keys back to Law and headed quickly to his door. “That was awesome, but I’m not going to kiss you. Have a safe trip back to D.C.” He opened the outer door into the tight foyer. He had his key in the lock of the inner door as fast as thinking about it. He didn’t dare look back. He took the narrow stairs two at a time. He rattled the other key into first one lock, then the other lock in his apartment door.
He pushed the door open, felt along the wall for the switch plate. He swept all the switches up with side of his hand. The lights came on. He tugged the key out of the stubborn deadbolt and moved around to shut the door.
The door stopped abruptly short against something.
A bolt of fear hit with the force of electrical shock.
The door wouldn’t move, adamant, as if he’d hit a wall. The door had stopped against the flat of Law’s palm.
It was just like Law had once caught Tom’s thrown fist.
Fear rose up in a blank white wall and hot stab of desire. His blood effervesced. Terror gripped his throat and shook hard. Tom met Law’s hard gaze and the world stopped.
He knew he must look like wild game caught in the crosshairs, and he really could not have been more scared looking up the muzzle of a gun. But it was more dangerous than that. Law’s eyes. The door moved slowly, moving the wrong way. Pushing inward.
Law was inside.