Blurb: Jury Yates is a corporate attorney who has a thing for one of the most powerful men in Memphis—her boss. But there’s a problem with pursuing—and being pursued by—a man with such wealth and power, especially when his family once owned hers. Still, Jury cannot deny her attraction for the CEO of Wainwright Construction, whose hot bod and deep, sexy voice get her juices flowing. Can she find a way to accept that the past is the past and her future is what she makes of it?
Beauregard Charles Wainwright is the epitome of a Southern gentleman. But this modern-day Rhett Butler is more than just a gambler, he is a collector of sorts, acquiring properties and developing multimillion-dollar dreams. So he knows a sweet deal when he sees one. And Jury Yates is awfully sweet. She’s exactly what he wants, and he is determined to have her. Now all that’s left for Beau to do is convince Jury that he shouldn’t have to pay for the sins of his father.
Memphis Rising is a hot, sensual and sweet interracial romance. I thoroughly enjoyed Jury Yates; she wasn’t a weak-willed female but a woman who knows what she wants and what she needs to do to get it. Beauregard Wainwright is a hot man who is completely besotted with Jury. I enjoyed the reference and in a way the obstacle of the fact his family use to own her family and the way they worked it out was really good. The characters were great, the story wonderfully hot, and when Beauregard takes her away to a cabin, the seduction he plays out is beautiful and tender.
Best Bits: Jury Yates knew it was not the smartest thing to talk back to her boss, but at the moment the man was being a corporate prick.
Frowning at the tired look on his otherwise handsome face, she could see that he was obviously stressed. No, on second thought, he was irritated at having to call an emergency staff meeting so late on a Friday afternoon.
Still, it didn’t give the man the right to direct his anger at her. He was the one who made the costly mistake in the company’s latest attempt to acquire undeveloped acreage just outside Miami. And the sooner he admitted it was his mistake, the sooner the executive team could devise a strategy to recoup the lost revenue.
Of course, maybe his anger was somewhat justified, since she had just reminded him in front of his entire executive team that only six months ago she had predicted the Miami deal would go bust. Then, to make matters worse, she went on to tell her boss—in front of the team—that he should be spanked for not heeding her warning or following her sound legal advice.
Because if there was one thing that everyone in the room knew, it was that Beauregard Charles Wainwright didn’t take orders. He gave them.
Verdict: A thoroughly enjoyable book.