The Laws of Love and Lust

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Amarie Wells, a small-town girl from Colorado fresh out of college, moves to the bIg Apple to pursue her dream of becoming a big shot attorney. After several rejected job applications and no money in her account Amarie settles on a soul sucking dead end job as a cashier in a local supermarket.


Almost loosing hope on her childhood dream, Amarie lands the perfect job at a top law firm. Things are starting to look up for Amarie until she makes a mistake, a big mistake, so huge it can get her struck off my the law society and cost her client his freedom.

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With her tail between her legs, Amarie has nowhere else to go but back home to Colorado, as a failure. However will her employers ever discover the truth? Will Amarie's old life ever catch up on her? And if it does... will she want it back?

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