Book Cover: Contempt of Kourtney
ISBN: 9781774831847
Paperback / Print
ISBN: 9781773841854

The only thing he’s guilty of is having a heart.

When Kourtney takes on a case for a man who claims he has no memory of the crime of which he’s been accused, she doesn’t realize she’s about to defend her client not only from the human justice system but from some heavenly retribution.

Woe is Dwayne, demoted from being a big, bad reaper to matchmaker. The shame of it. He’s better with his fists than his feelings, which might be why law enforcement is accusing him of murder.

Lucky for him, he’s got a tiny but mighty lawyer on his side. Together maybe they can find the truth and explore a terrifying thing called love.


Teaser from the book

Late afternoon, he was finally brought out of his cell and when he asked, “Where are we going?” the cop replied, “Your lawyer is here to see you.”

“About fucking time,” he muttered. Given he’d spoken to the commander the day before, he’d expected to be handled well before this.

They led him into a bland room, painted in a light gray, the walls pockmarked and scuffed. The metal table was bolted to the floor, as were the chairs.

The cuffs remained on his wrists, and he was tethered to the table. Nice to know they feared him. Although it probably didn’t help his case.


The door slammed shut, and he sat waiting. Bored. Noticed the camera in the corner of the ceiling. The mirror across from him. A subtle scratch of his nose with his middle finger was probably caught by whoever watched.

When the door swung open, a petite woman entered, wearing a no-nonsense dark suit, her hair pulled back. She carried a briefcase and no coffee. What a shitty assistant. He looked beyond her, waiting for her boss.

When the door closed, he eyed her and said, “Where’s my lawyer?”

“I’m your lawyer.”

He eyed her up and down. He’d known his fair share of warriors, many of them female. But this woman…this human… She barely looked old enough to have gone to school, let alone have the experience to defend him.

“Yeah, you’re not going to work,” Dwayne drawled.

“Why not?”

“Too many reasons to count.”

Her lips pressed tight. “I see. Would this have to do with the fact I pee sitting down?”

He almost smirked at her statement. “Partially.” What he couldn’t say was she was ill-suited mainly because of her humanity. The cops had obviously gotten tired of waiting for his real lawyer and sent him someone from the bullpen. “I don’t need some overworked public defender. My company is springing for someone.”

“Your company sent me,” was her pert reply.

Again, he eyed her and then shook his head. “Bullshit.”

“I assure you, Mr. Johnston, I am not kidding. Mr. Reaper himself hired me to handle your case, a trial run of sorts for a full-time position with your company.”

“The commander sent you?” he blurted out before realizing he’d slipped.

“He did.” She didn’t remark on it.

He shook his head. “I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t care about what you believe. I’m what you get. So stop being a prissy diva about it and handle it.”

A scowl pulled his features. “You can’t speak to me like that.”

“I’ll speak to you any damned way I please.” She lifted her chin.

Could he be wrong about her? Perhaps she knew about Hell and the reapers. It was rare, but some humans got to share in their secret. “What if I say Lucifer?”

“I’d say if you’re going to use being possessed as your defense, then you should know that it only rarely works and, at best, lands you in a mental institution taking a cocktail of drugs.”

Either she was an excellent actress, or she didn’t know what he was and who he really worked for. Why would Brody have sent her? It had to be a mistake. “Tell the commander I want someone else.”

“Tell him yourself. We’re done here.” She stood and gathered the folder she’d pulled from her briefcase.

He felt a twinge of guilt. She thought he’d fired her but for the wrong reason. “Sorry, but you’re not ready to handle me. Maybe the commander will give you another shot with something else.”

She uttered a sound of amusement. “You’re assuming I’m quitting. Which I’m not. I was hired to defend your ungrateful ass, and that is what I intend to do, with or without your help.” She stared at him, not flinching when he returned it.

“Are you hard of hearing? I don’t want you as my lawyer.”

“Oh, I hear you quite clearly. And I still don’t care. So until you’re willing to be reasonable, I guess you’ll be spending more time than necessary in jail.”

With that, she left, and he was returned to his cell.

Two days later, he was ready for her return, and when he was seated across from her snarled, “You win. What do you want me to do?”