Dear diary, Apparently, I’m in trouble - and this is not about troubles like “forced community service by court order” or “therapy sessions for those who have gone crazy.” If only it were that simple. But no. I'm talking about troubles on the scale of "falling in love with one of my client's daughters"... And as soon as the truth comes out, it becomes a problem that I can't get away from. How I ended up with her cell phone is a long story, but when she called me to return it, I let myself go. A playful exchange of text messages turned into something much more. Funny, young and not at all susceptible to my charm, Sutton is something new for me. And I couldn't even imagine that she was Foster Green's daughter. It's all because of the amber strong alcohol running through my veins, which with enviable regularity pushes me to rash decisions. He sets me up with her, despite the fact that I realize that this is wrong and that Sutton is the daughter of my client. Dating her might be the worst decision I've ever made in my life. But only time, whiskey and a few rounds with her on the mattress will put everything in its place. Roark.

+18 (the book contains obscene language and scenes of a sexual nature)