Divorce Actually

By Mellanie Szereto

Meet Harper Larabie (44) and JD Trenton (40)!

She's representing the husband. He's representing the wife. Divorce is their business, but attraction might be their downfall.

Attorney Harper Larabie is the best in the business, but sitting across the table from her ex-husband's divorce lawyer for the first time in fourteen years will be her biggest challenge yet. She'll have to keep the attraction that hasn't waned under wraps, despite knowing what her adversary looks like without his suit.
JD Trenton gets the shock of his life when he sits down to negotiate for his new client. The woman he shouldn't have slept with but has never forgotten is back in his life, and his heart won't let her get away this time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amatoria Press
• Release date: May 11, 2023
• ISBN: 9781942522447

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

I also want the lamps from our bedroom, the toothbrush cup and matching soap dispenser, the surge protectors, the George Foreman grill, and the ironing board. Oh, and she better not touch my collection of Hot Wheels cars.

Harper Larabie kept her gaze trained on the legal pad in front of her and added the newest items Mr. Vandemere considered immutable in the pettiest negotiations of her career. His wife of one month and one day—since Christmas Eve—would undoubtedly protest most, if not all, of his requests. Such was the course of a hostile divorce between two people who’d known each other all of one month and three days.

Obviously, she can have the toilet brush since— His reference to one of the primary reasons for the proceedings paused at a knock on the conference room door, saving her from hearing about his justification for engaging her services for the hundredth time in less than two weeks.

Her assistant opened the door without waiting for an answer. Ms. Larabie, Mr. Trenton and Mrs. Vandemere are here. Shall I show them in?

Oh goody, I get to argue face to face with JD Trenton again.

Harper stifled the urge to feign PMS and ask for a reschedule of their first in-person meeting with the Vandemeres. Sitting across the table from her ex-husband’s divorce lawyer would test her self-control and professionalism, despite almost fifteen years having passed since she’d been in the same room with him. Back then, he’d had the gall to ask about alimony for the weasel who had no longer wanted to be a husband to her or a father to their four-year-old daughter. The kicker was Kurtis Bates had vehemently argued for conceiving said child, even though she’d told him on day one that law school and a career as a practicing attorney required an enormous commitment. His promise to be the on-call parent had lasted less time than a diaper change. Thankfully, she’d fallen in love with Brynn the moment the nurse had placed her daughter—the world’s easiest baby—in her arms. A short-and-to-the-point hell no to financially supporting Kurt had nipped that ludicrous demand in the bud, especially after her ex’s false accusation about Brynn’s paternity. A DNA test she’d insisted he pay for had proven him dead wrong.

James Dean Trenton. The rebel without a case.

Also known as the fifteen-minute stand I’m still obsessing over fourteen and a half years later.

How she’d managed not to cross paths with him since their multi-orgasmic quickie on her desk, she had no clue. At least she’d moved on to her own practice instead of having to work at the same desk where they’d had sex all those years ago.

The urge to remove her reading specs and squeeze the bridge of her nose between her thumb and index finger almost won, but she resisted the show of impatience and annoyance.

Deep breaths.