Jurisimprudence

by Denise Tompkins

Married to her high school sweetheart, Kelly has been happy with Jeff for years. But after a job transfer takes them across country, Kelly finds herself dissatisfied with her life. Her career in the vile world of The Law isn't panning out the way she thought that it would, her husband has grown distant, and she's just met Zach, a man to whom she finds herself ridiculously attracted.Following a series of misadventures and misunderstandings, Kelly finds herself faced with a difficult the man she's in love with may not be the man she's married to.Jeff has loved Kelly since they were just kids. But his new job and Kelly's recent erratic behavior have left him buried under a mountain of stress and doubt. Just when they're ready to buy their first home, Kelly drops a bombshell that may destroy their marriage.

274 pages, Hardcover

First published June 24, 2010

About the author

I hate talking about myself in the third person--feels too much like a eulogy and I'm not dead yet. So here it goes, one biography coming up.

Humor, be it light or dark, is critical to my mental health. Add a dash of snark, a little suspense and an occasional murder and you've found my literary voice. Oh, and smexy. Can't forget the smexy. My theory is a kiss should be meaningful regardless of length, a hero can say as much with a well-written look as he can with a long-winded paragraph, and heroines are meant to hold their own. She's no Cinderella and Shakespeare wrote the only Romeo and Juliet, so I stick to women who can save themselves and tortured heros who are loathe to let them. If we can find a little, or a lot, of romance along the way? We're both happy.

I'm not perfect and that's perfectly fine. It's too much pressure, and pressure leads to guilt, self-hatred, a little too much wine, new kittens, Twinkie binges and a sore stomach.

I write the stories I want to read but can't find. Okay, that's not true. I write the stories the characters in my head tell me to write. I'm a conduit not for the spiritual world, but the fictional one. Don't be alarmed. I'm a professional. I paid my daily horoscope subscription for the daily affirmation, so it's now guaranteed. Thank you, Mastercard. You were right--some things ARE priceless.

I'm an unashamed Anglophile.

My favorite things are totally random and unrelated--
masculine men with a sense of chivalry but no pretention, a rainy day, snow, my Bull Mastiff, good guacamole, the rare true friend, a good book that makes me lose track of time, and the gift of hope.

I'm represented by the amazing and fearless Deidre Knight of The Knight Agency. (I still get lightheaded and slightly giddy at the fact.)