After winning a case she wished she'd lost (the defendant was a rapist), defense attorney Victoria Kent rushes off to her parents' vacation cottage on Cape Cod, only to find herself nose-to-nose with 9mm Glock. It seems the cottage is occupied. By John Paolillo, a homicide detective from New Haven who has been sentenced to two weeks' "rest"after hitting a defense attorney.
John offers to share-after all, the cottage has a separate basement apartment. Reluctantly, Vicki agrees. Alas, John has another problem-his car died. Inevitably, they end up exploring the outer Cape together and manage to fool themselves into thinking people with diametrically opposite views of the law can become a couple. Their relationship even survives a surprise visit from Vicki's alleged fiancÚ. But when they leave Cape Cod's less well-known byways to walk the teeming streets of Provincetown, disaster strikes.
Vicki rushes back to Boston. John returns to New Haven. A no hope situation. Unless some wise soul can find a way past the basic conflict that has split them apart.
(Originally, He Said, She Said from Kensington)
Author's Note: My love of Cape Cod inspired this classic romance with the outer Cape-Orleans to Provincetown-as the most important secondary character. And, yes, I've flown a kite on Skaket beach and picked blueberries and beach plums on the back road to Truro. Hopefully, my knowledge of the Cape as it was, will be enough to inspire forgiveness for any errors made due to changing times. If you've never been to Cape Cod, I hope Love At Your Own Risk will inspire you to take a look.