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A Hotshot Manhattan Attorney.
Drew Harrington knows exactly who he is—a legal shark with a love ‘em and leave ‘em attitude that works just fine in his cutthroat world. He’s on the cusp of promotion to named partner, but only if he can prove to his colleagues that he has a more human side.

A Sweetheart of a British Patisserie Chef.
Becky Fletcher is running from her past, so the last thing she’s looking for is love. What she does want is a friendly face in a cold city. Her sunny outlook is the sweetness Drew never knew was missing from his life.

One fateful meeting at a bagel cart.
They sound like a match made in heaven—or is it a car crash? If they have any chance of finding happiness, Drew and Becky are going to have to rethink their life plans. Until then, is there really any harm in having some fun between the sheets?

All’s fair in love and lox!

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BALANCING THE SCALES (21 November 2017)

“Carter's writing style is absolutely brilliant.” —The Romance Reviews

A Hotshot Manhattan Attorney.
Drew Harrington knows exactly who he is—a legal shark with a love ‘em and leave ‘em attitude that works just fine in his cutthroat world. He’s on the cusp of promotion to named partner, but only if he can prove to his colleagues that he has a more human side.

A Sweetheart of a British Patisserie Chef.
Becky Fletcher is running from her past, so the last thing she’s looking for is love. What she does want is a friendly face in a cold city. Her sunny outlook is the sweetness Drew never knew was missing from his life.

One fateful meeting at a bagel cart.
They sound like a match made in heaven—or is it a car crash? If they have any chance of finding happiness, Drew and Becky are going to have to rethink their life plans. Until then, is there really any harm in having some fun between the sheets?

All’s fair in love and lox!


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“Carter's writing style is absolutely brilliant.” —The Romance Reviews

A Hotshot Manhattan Attorney.
Drew Harrington knows exactly who he is—a legal shark with a love ‘em and leave ‘em attitude that works just fine in his cutthroat world. He’s on the cusp of promotion to named partner, but only if he can prove to his colleagues that he has a more human side.

A Sweetheart of a British Patisserie Chef.
Becky Fletcher is running from her past, so the last thing she’s looking for is love. What she does want is a friendly face in a cold city. Her sunny outlook is the sweetness Drew never knew was missing from his life.

One fateful meeting at a bagel cart.
They sound like a match made in heaven—or is it a car crash? If they have any chance of finding happiness, Drew and Becky are going to have to rethink their life plans. Until then, is there really any harm in having some fun between the sheets?

All’s fair in love and lox!

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It's just days until you get your hands on Drew and Becky's story. While you're waiting, here's an exclusive excerpt from BALANCING THE SCALES. Your first look at hotshot Manhattan attorney, Drew Harrington.



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We pull up outside a high-rise in the middle of bustling Midtown Manhattan. The modern glass building is home to Statham Turner, one of the top three law firms in New York and one of the best law firms in the world. That isn’t just because I happen to be a partner at the firm—that is coincidence, mostly.
I tug the cuffs of my suit jacket to straighten the arms as I step onto the sidewalk. Once I’ve closed the door, I pat the roof of the car twice. Dipping my head in acknowledgement to a familiar suited colleague, who definitely works at the firm but whose name I can’t remember, I stride past the revolving door of Lexington Tower.
At the end of the block, I find my destination. Fabio’s bagel truck. There’s only one thing for it, pre-court. Jarlsberg. A bagel crammed full of copious amounts of melted Jarlsberg.
Fabio leans out of the truck to hand a customer a foil-wrapped bagel. He clocks me when he lifts his head and flashes me a toothy welcome. “Drew. My main man.” His Italian accent always makes that sound peculiar to me.
I’m just yards from my breakfast. I open my mouth to say hey but some blond woman moves into my path and steals Fabio’s attention.
I’m going to line up for a bagel? Seriously?
Fabio shrugs when I shake my head but serves Blondie. I check her out from behind, and I check out her behind.
If she’s going to make me wait it’s not like I have anything better to do. It’s either ogling or foot tapping, and I don’t feel like tapping my foot today.
She’s petite. Slim shoulders and waist. My guess is she’s about five-four, maybe five-five, in her flat shoes. Small though she is, that ass could wreak havoc on a man. Perfectly sculpted in tight jeans. Her T-shirt sits just below the waistline of her pants and lets me see those two cupable globes.
“Erm, what do you have?” she asks Fabio. Her accent is British. Like the kind of British in movies. The kind of British my wealthy clients from that side of the pond speak.
“Bagels, lady. I got bagels.”
“Erm, right. I guess I’ll take cheese?”
I can’t help but roll my eyes, already knowing what Fabio’s next words will be.
“What kind of cheese, lady?”
“I’m not sure. What kind do you have?”
I hang my head back and look to the clouds for the strength I need to get me through this painful experience. This is why only New Yorkers should eat from New York food trucks. The growl of frustration inside my mind must actually come out loud because Blondie turns her head across her shoulder to look at me. There’s no mistaking her expression for anything other than a wicked scowl. She tuts and turns back to Fabio. Annoying as she is, she’s hot. Fully hot.
As I’m having that thought, she throws me a second glance. It’s fleeting but long enough for me to see her big, beautiful, alluring, blue eyes. The blue is dark, like the deep sea, but they seem to sparkle like diamonds catching the morning sunlight.
As pretty as she is, this is not a bar at midnight, and I have places to be. I raise my arm, unsubtly, and stare at the minute hand of my Omega. I receive another tut in response. Maybe I do want to tap my foot after all.
“Whatever cheese you have that melts. And tomatoes, please.”
Fabio sets about making her food and I give myself another moment to indulge in that fine body.
“You want coffee?” Fabio asks.
Christ, don’t ask her another question.
My thoughts must have left my mouth because Blondie says, “Yes, please,” to the coffee, then “Are you always such a dick, arsehole?” to me.
I’m not sure if it’s the level of feistiness coming from such a small thing, the hands on her hips, or the insult itself, that makes me smirk. “Which is it, dick or asshole?”
She huffs her next breath as Fabio tells her she owes him four bucks. She takes the small satchel she’s carrying from her shoulder and starts rummaging around.
And she rummages.
And rummages.
For the love of God.
I take a ten-dollar bill from my wallet and hand it to Fabio. “Here, it’s on me.” I step around her and tell Fabio, “I’ll take my usual for court day.”
“Sure thing, Drew.”
He’s already made my bagel, knowing from yesterday that I’m in court today, and knowing how I like my Jarlsberg on court days. He pours me a black coffee and tells me the ten will cover both Blondie’s breakfast and mine.
I strip back the foil wrapper around my bagel. I’m taking my first, sensational bite as I turn from the cart, only to find my path blocked by Blondie.
“I didn’t ask you to do that.”
“I know,” I manage through my full mouth as I walk past her.
“You’re so bloody rude, do you know that? People in this city, damn it.”
Riled, I turn back to face her. She hasn’t moved. Her lips are pressed tightly together. “People in this city know how to get shit done. You tourists shouldn’t come out to play during work hours. I have to be in court in an hour.”
That scowl is back. Her brows are furrowed. And damn, the woman looks fine when she pouts. Especially with that chest puffed out and those two, magnetic mounds drawing me in.
“For your information, I’m not a tourist. This is actually my lunch break. While you New Yorkers are sleeping, I’m killing myself in a patisserie kitchen from four a.m. So, shove that in your bagel and eat it.”
I never laugh on the morning of a trial. In fact, I don’t laugh all that often. But a laugh comes from so low in my gut, it rocks my body. “Shove that in my bagel and eat it?”
Her frown is broken by a smile that I can tell she’s trying to fight. Dimples form at the sides of her pink lips. Sweet, charming dimples. She forces them away. “Whatever. Thanks for breakfast.”
She turns on her heel and I could let her go. Instead, I call out, “I thought you said it was lunch.”
“Whatever, smart arse. I thought you said you had to be in court, like, yesterday.” She shouts her words down the sidewalk as she comes to a stop by a crossing.
“I do have to be in court. I guess you have to go back to making cupcakes, Blondie.”
She shouts something that’s lost in the sound of cab horns and the subway running beneath my feet. I’m pretty sure she used at least one expletive and I’m almost certain she doesn’t make cupcakes for a living. There’s a good chance she also likes birds.
I head to my office but not without casting one last glance at the curvy, stubborn woman with the sweetest damn smile I’ve ever seen. She has crossed the road but turns to look right back at me. I raise my coffee and shake my head.
Crazy, indecisive Brit. Manhattan is going to eat her alive.

END OF EXTRACT

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"A scrumptiously & decadently delicious read with wickedly exquisite cakes & undeniable chemistry to brim your taste buds & keep you craving more."
- Sophie Koufes, Goodreads.

"Fun, sweet, sexy and emotionally charged. I couldn't put it down."
- Claire Cronin, All Things Dark & Dirty.

“A fantastic mix of fun and flirty, hot and dirty with some serious deep sections.” - Heather Packer, Thinking About Books.

"You know the feeling you get when you go for a good meal and finish off with one of those utterly decadent and divine desserts that leave you smiling and blissfully happy??? That’s me right now."
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BALANCING THE SCALES

A Hotshot Manhattan Attorney.
Drew Harrington knows exactly who he is—a legal shark with a love ‘em and leave ‘em attitude that works just fine in his cutthroat world. He’s on the cusp of promotion to named partner, but only if he can prove to his colleagues that he has a more human side.

A Sweetheart of a British Patisserie Chef.
Becky Fletcher is running from her past, so the last thing she’s looking for is love. What she does want is a friendly face in a cold city. Her sunny outlook is the sweetness Drew never knew was missing from his life.

One fateful meeting at a bagel cart.
They sound like a match made in heaven—or is it a car crash? If they have any chance of finding happiness, Drew and Becky are going to have to rethink their life plans. Until then, is there really any harm in having some fun between the sheets?

All’s fair in love and lox!

BALANCING THE SCALES
is the first standalone novel in the
BRITS IN MANHATTAN SERIES.
#BritsinManhattan #BalancingtheScales

See the moment hotshot Manhattan attorney, Drew Harrington, realises he has fallen for British patisserie chef, Becky Fletcher.

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Playing to Win





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A high-intensity personal trainer
The secret to Brooks’ success as a Manhattan gym owner? Being motivated to disprove everyone who doubted him long ago. He’s not about to let a perky newcomer like Izzy tarnish his reputation. Even if watching her lead a salsa class on his premises is fuel for some very unprofessional fantasies . . .

His beautiful British rival
Every time Izzy slams Brooks in her fitness blog, her book sales soar. But when their escalating media feud forces them to be up-close-and-personal for two weeks, she realizes there’s much more to Brooks than that incredible body.

And a competition that’s got their hearts racing…
Soon Izzy and Brooks are finding all kinds of creative ways to work up a sweat. A passionate workout is easy, but can their rivalry give way to a lasting partnership?

***AUTHOR NOTE***
This is one of my favourite scenes from Playing to Win. At this point in the book, the public has challenged Manhattan 'trainer to the stars', Brooks Adams, and British health and fitness 'it' girl, Izzy Coulthard, to trial each other's fitness methods. This is one heck of a feisty two week competition. As Brooks forces Izzy to let go, eat meat and lift weights, Izzy forces Brooks to drink kale smoothies and dance for fitness. This extract is one of the days Brooks is required to dance...and boy he does not want to look like a tit!
I hope you enjoy! Love, LC xx

***EXTRACT BEGINS***

BROOKS

Studio A is becoming the bane of my existence. The cage to my performing zoo animal. Today, our audience has grown to four reporters. The two new additions are “important bloggers in the fitness circle,” to quote Madge.

Izzy has put one of her YouTube classes on the big screen in the room and she’s standing to one side, her arms folded across her chest, her back pressed to the mirrored wall, one foot casually resting against glass, distracting me because the glass was just cleaned this morning. No doubt she’s put no thought into who will have to fix her smear marks. I decide to choose my battles and this is a small one that wouldn’t give satisfaction worth the effort.

Instead, I focus on Izzy on the big screen; there’s a smile on her face as she dances. She looks happy, an infectious kind of happy that makes me want to smile too. Thing is, I can’t because I’m too damn frustrated trying to get my feet to do what I know in my head they should be doing.

“Just keep moving,” Izzy tells me.

So, yeah, I end up doing some kind of Chandler Bing dance that isn’t even in time to the music, all in a bid to work up a sweat.

Laughter bursts from Izzy first, followed by the reporters. They’re laughing at me because I do not find this funny in the slightest.

“That’s it. I’m done. This is ridiculous!”

Izzy comes to me in the middle of the room. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I think it’s your stiff hips.” She drops her hands to my waist and turns me to face her. I try to ignore the warmth of her hand on me. “You need to get more rotation here when you’re doing Latin dances. It will help you keep your rhythm and it will stop you from looking like such a tit.”

I scowl down at her and see her amusement in her shining irises.

“Put your hands on my hips.” I do and she starts to salsa, her hip bones rotating under my palm. “Can you feel that movement?”

Yeah, in my groin. She shifts position so she’s in front of me, her back pressed to my chest, her head against my shoulder. She takes my hands again and places them on her hips. I feel every movement through her yoga pants as if she’s wearing nothing.

“Let’s do it together. Ready? Forward on the right. One, two, three, pause. One, two, three, pause.”

I move with her, my hips pressed to her ass, her shoulders moving over my chest, her scent filling my nose, her hair tickling my neck.

“That’s it. You’ve got it.” Her hands come up to meet mine on her hips and she interlaces her fingers through mine as we dance. “Let’s take it to the side on the next count. One, two… That’s it.”

I’m lost in her. The roll of her hips. The feel of her soft skin; a contrast to my harsh, weight-lifting hands. We move easier, more freely. When she turns to face me, I keep my feet moving as she taught me and drown in her gaze, as if plunged into serene, warm waters, floating weightlessly through a new world.

When the track ends, we’re brought back abruptly to reality. A camera flash makes her squint and I remember the reporters in the room.

Clearing my throat, I tell her, “I think I’ve got it.”

She wipes imaginary dust from her leggings. Flustered? “Right. Yep. I’ll just be… you know…over there.…” She waves a hand through the air in no particular direction, then sets off for the right side of the room and turns, switching to the left side with a nervous giggle, definitely flustered.

Well, fuck me. Dancing can be hotter than screwing. I really am feeling hot and sweaty now.

***END OF EXTRACT***

Other standalone titles in the Brits in Manhattan series include:


Balancing the Scales


Hedging His Bets