was a successful corporate attorney and had been living in Washington
D. C. for the past five years. It wasn’t often that she returned
home to Atlanta, but the love of her family drew her back. Emery had
success in so many facets of her life, but she hadn’t been as lucky
in love. The word love was unsettling for Emery; it was loaded with
notions of submissiveness and sacrifice, the loss of self and being
dependent on another person. Notions Emery wasn’t sure she wanted.
Yet, there was someone Emery couldn’t shake her soul loose of and
she tussled with her heart and the sensible tug in her mind daily.
Moore’s life for the past six months. He like she, was an attorney.
During the day, the attorneys at law litigated from different sides
of the aisle; fighting with everything they had for their clients.
But for the past few months, business was left at the door, and the
fighting ended as Evan and Emery delved into uncharted territory.
Evan loved how Emery felt in his arms. The curve of her hips, the
arch in her back made it difficult to keep his hands off her. It
wasn’t always like this. Emery had to be pursued, and although Evan
was attracted to her unapologetic disposition in the courtroom, along
with her sophisticated air, Emery was a challenge; one that Evan
planned to take on full steam ahead.
a standalone. It is interconnected to the All That & Moore series
“I object, your honor,” Attorney Emery Moore demanded; standing to her feet and shooting a harsh look towards her opponent’s table. “His objection is baseless, factless and immaterial to this case.” Emery stood firm in her conviction, showing no sign of weakness.
Damn she fine, was Attorney Evan Stanton’s only thought as he watched Emery Moore work. The navy pinstripe pantsuit she wore, graced Emery’s curves in all the right places. The satin steel-gray blouse with the high collar, accentuated Emery’s elegant neck. She was a commanding, sexy presence and Evan couldn’t keep his eyes off her no matter how hard he tried. And he did try. This wasn’t the first time the legal-duo sat at opposing tables fighting for different causes they both wholeheartedly believed in. That first time, he was victorious. Emery was gracious in defeat. That was the first time he touched her, when they shook hands. There was a moment, neither of them could deny; an electric magnetism that piqued his masculinity and made Emery quickly draw her hand back. She smiled to cover her movement, but Evan knew she felt it, too. Yet even through her smoldering smile, Evan could see she detested losing. She’d been gunning for him ever since. He liked it, a lot.
“Sustained,” Judge Marlon Beckham replied. A smile eased across Emery’s lips as even a small victory against Attorney Stanton was worth celebrating. His reputation as a skilled and stealthy attorney preceded him. Emery returned to her seat, but this time when she glanced over at the prosecutor’s table, she still wore a slight smile. When Evan turned in response to her gaze, their eyes connected for the briefest moment before Emery felt heat rising in her cheeks and turned away. Attorney Moore’s second chair assistant Deneen Simmons saw the exchange between the two but didn’t comment as Judge Beckham addressed the court.
“I have heard arguments from counsel and the jury has been instructed. The jury will now be excused for deliberation. Court is adjourned.”
Both attorneys stood as the jury members filed out. Deneen gathered Emery’s notes from the table and prepared their team to leave. Emery watched the jurors, attempting to make eye contact with as many of them as she could. Emery hoped that her closing argument had been powerful enough to sway those who might be on the fence. This was a precedent-setting case for her clients, worth millions of dollars in civil and punitive damages. She did not want to lose this one. Emery felt a rushing in her cheeks again, stemming from the fluttering in her heart. She felt his eyes on her and tried not to respond overtly. But the quiver that trailed up her spine was undeniable. No sooner than the door to the judge’s chamber closed, Emery turned sharply, moving into the center aisle and headed toward the exit.
He’s watching my ass. She dared not turn around to catch Evan in the act. That would give him too much credit. Emery wasn’t willing to do that. Deneen fell in line behind her boss and momentarily interrupted Evan’s penetrating stare. Just as Emery approached the exit door, she turned her cell phone on. This judge was notorious for making an example out of anyone who didn’t honor the silence your phone rule in his courtroom. Immediately a text message came through.
Don’t forget about dinner this evening and don’t be late. Love ya.
Simultaneously, Emery smiled and rolled her eyes. She hadn’t forgotten. Their family dinners were legendary, and she didn’t need her mom to remind her like she was still a school girl. Maybe she did because Emery had been gone so long. Or at least that’s the way her mother, Felicia described Emery’s five-year stint in Washington D. C.
“Let me get that for you.”
Emery didn’t have to look up to recognize the timbre of his baritone voice. She’d been so focused on her phone and mom’s text, she hadn’t noticed Evan gliding up beside her. If nothing more, Emery should have recognized the quickening of her heartbeat and the sensation of heat she felt around her. Deneen smiled and made no bones about looking up into the handsome face of Attorney Stanton. He was six feet of chocolate deliciousness that no woman willingly resisted. Well, with the exception of her boss apparently.
Evan opened the door and stepped slightly aside to allow the women to pass in front of him. Instantly, there was an onslaught of flashing lights and high-beam lights from the media who lurked outside the courtroom door. The assaulting lights were matched by a barrage of questions hurled at the lawyers.
The questions were coming so fast, there was no way a single question could be deciphered. Emery fully expected Evan to stand there, in his glory, and field whatever questions were pointed in his direction. Some called him a media whore because he loved the spotlight, or the spotlight loved him. The crowd started to close in on those trying to leave the courtroom. Attorney Moore, which her much slighter frame, was getting boxed in and tussled. Then, Emery felt a firm hand to the middle of her back that damn-near buckled her knees. Again, it wasn’t necessary to turn around to identify that touch. It was Evan. Emery flushed internally and heard her heart pounding in her ears. She shook her head slightly and hopefully undetectably, trying to stave off the sensation. One touch Emery, really? Her inner chastisement rang out. She would like to deny how a touch from Evan made her body feel; rule it out as the crowd pressing in on her or anything other than what it was, but Emery couldn’t. She couldn’t deny it no matter how hard she tried.
Even with the pushing and shoving of the people around them, Evan looked down to the small of Emery’s back. His hand fit perfectly there. It felt familiar and right. With his other arm, Evan put up a muscular block to keep the crowd from impeding Emery’s space even more. His natural instinct was to protect her, even though she was the opposition. Evan took charge, ushering Emery and her assistant to the back of the courthouse where the press was prohibited.
Once they were safely inside, Evan’s touch remained. When Emery turned to face him, they were but a lean in away.
“Thank you,” she uttered; her eyes pulled upwards into his dark-brown eyes set against even darker, smooth chocolate skin.
The two lingered there; entrapped in a gaze that set their souls on fire. It was only when Deneen loudly cleared her throat did the entrancement end.”
Moore sister, is the glue that holds the sisterhood together. While
Emery, the oldest sister, was away in Washington DC, it was Kennedy
that her younger sisters leaned on. A master chef in her own right,
Kennedy spends most of her time in the background, pouring her
passion into the culinary delicacies she creates for her clientele.
Being in the kitchen has left little time for Kennedy to find love,
outside of the love she has for culinary arts.
owner and head chef of Taste, a world-renowned, four-star restaurant
in the heart of downtown Atlanta. Much like Kennedy, Bryce spends his
days and nights in the kitchen, masterfully creating delectable
dishes that keep his clientele coming back for more. Bryce is a
multimillionaire who has everything he’s always wanted except
someone special to share it with.
Bryce Monroe reminds Kennedy that there is more to life than cooking
and taking care of her sisters. The two have so much in common, and
the chemistry they mutually felt shakes both their foundations. Bryce
is captivated by Kennedy and realizes she is what he’s been
missing. Yet, Kennedy shies away, unsure whether there’s room for
something more in the world she’s created for herself. Will Kennedy
let down her guard and allow love in? Will Bryce push past her
resistance and pursue the love of his life? Find out in Teach Me
Moore: Book 2 in the All That & Moore Series.
sister of the Moore girls has had tremendous success in her
professional life. As the Founder and Head Mistress of Moore Academy
for Girls, Daphne taught her girls to be smart, self-reliant and
confident. Yet, with all the success in her career, Daphne struggled
when it came to matters of the heart. Daphne spent three years of her
life loving a man who didn’t show the same kind of faithful,
unwavering love. The wounds Stephen left were deep, and Daphne wasn’t
sure she’d ever recover. Nicholas St. John, preeminent real estate
developer and multimillionaire, was much like Daphne, successful
professionally. However, unlike Daphne, there wasn’t an unfaithful
lover to taint Nicholas’ view on love, Nicholas simply never made
time for it. But an accidental encounter between the two would change
the trajectory of both their lives.
and entrepreneur, deals with facts and numbers as the foundation of
her business. Her hard work and nurturing dedication is what makes
her a leader in the industry. It’s the one thing that her world
revolves around on a daily basis, and because of it, there had been
no time for love or no place for a relationship in Felicity’s life.
life, Felicity doesn’t take him seriously. Especially with him
being a trust fund baby. He’s never had to work to earn a living.
Although Garrett does dabble in philanthropic endeavors, he spends
much of his time living in the lap of luxury; doing the things he
wants to and nothing that he doesn’t have to. Garrett lives by
choice, and any relationship he’s had in the past has been an
accessory to his lifestyle not a primary focus. With Garrett living
life on his own terms, what if anything do they have in common?
to prove just how serious he can be.
becoming. As a student physician for world renowned Emory University
Hospital, Charity demonstrates her intellectual prowess in the
classroom and in the operating room. Charity has been plotting her
course of becoming a surgeon for as long as she can remember. She
plays by the rules, colors within the lines and does what is
necessary to make her dreams come true.
industry giants, financial security has never been an issue. For
O’Shea, becoming a neurosurgeon isn’t about prestige or financial
gain. His desire stems from O’Shea’s passion to charter new
medical territory and save lives. O’Shea lives his life
passionately without restriction. He fights for what he believes in
and is a fierce protector of the one’s he loves. That includes Charity.
catapulting Charity and O’Shea out of the friendship zone and into
dangerous territory. Charity fears their new entanglement is risky
and may cost her the very relationship she treasures most. While
O’Shea’s unbridled yearnings for Charity become harder to
contain, he doesn’t want to lose what they have in pursuit of what he craves.
in the Moore family as they navigate through the entanglements
romance brings. Each book can be enjoyed if read as a standalone or
if it’s read in the order of the series
courted by coaches from every major sport as she continues to become
a household name. Focusing exclusively on her business, Aubrey has
made little time for matters of the heart until retail store mogul
and multimillionaire, Brett Quinn catches her eye during a charity
basketball game. No one woman has captivated Brett’s heart but that
fleeting encounter ignited a spark, and when they meet again, the
seed of attraction that captivated them before blooms, leaving them
both to wonder if their reunion could be their second chance.
they navigate through the entanglements romance brings. Each book can
be enjoyed if read as a standalone or if it’s read in the order of the series
constantly surrounded by very important people, making international
exchange seem easy with her mastery of multiple languages and
business accouterment. Between her job and her loving family, Ivory’s
life is full. VIP’S don’t impress her. It takes more than that to
gain Ivory’s attention. Or so she thought until a chance encounter
with a blast from the past shakes her foundation at the very core.
heels. A visit to the Sudanese Embassy brought Ivory Moore back into
his life. Seeing her again reawakened feelings he thought were lost
for good. Although their encounter seemed to have been by
happenstance, Roman believed in destiny, and he refused to lose Ivory
again. But Roman was a man with secrets; secrets that could ruin what
he hoped would be their future and certainly devastate their past.
the Moore sisters, does what she will. Whether business or pleasure,
Trinity does it on her own terms, unapologetically.
and awakening a transcendental energy that spoke to her soul. She
realized she wanted more of that touch. Esau Knight was right there
to fulfill her every desire.
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