Just the fax, ma'am.
Alissa Lindley didn't mean to take it out on the fax machine. But when your not-yet-ex-husband knocks up his girlfriend and your divorce is going worse than the next World War -- well, something's got to give. Unfortunately, Alissa's employers at the L.A. Public Defender's office take a dim view of the destruction of office equipment. Funny how that anti-workplace violence policy used to seem like a good idea, before she got fired. And the networking thing just isn't happening at her Anger Management class.
He was arrestingly handsome.
San Jose is the place for a fresh start -- it's home, and family and friends are eagerly waiting to welcome her. But her first job as a lawyer there has Alissa walking a high wire of complicated emotions. Her client is from the Butterfly Brigade, a group of justice-seeking (and interestingly tattooed) ladies who right wrongs as they see fit even if that means bending the law. The arresting officer, Detective Rodriguez, is so hot he should be illegal. But can Alissa trust her instincts again when it comes to love? Or will one wrong step send her new life...
When Alissa Lindley's cheating husband tells her he's leaving her, she takes her anger out on an unsuspecting fax machine and soon finds herself in court-mandated anger management classes. After quitting her job as a public defender and moving back home to San Jose, she finds that life still isn't stress-free. Her widowed mother is depressed and stubborn. Her best friend is disillusioned with life as a stay-at-home mom. Alissa is feeling lonely and adrift. Taking on a few cases, she meets stripper Sheila and her dancer friends, who have taken to combating rudeness and greed. They tie up deadbeat dads and accost bad drivers, and soon the lingerie-clad bandits inspire copycat vigilantes. While trying to keep them out of jail, Alissa meets sexy detective E. J. Rodriguez.