In a world where marriage doesn’t existonly seven-year contractsyou don’t marry, you sign. You don’t divorce, you breach. And sometimes, you just expire.
Kate is struggling to find her footing. She gave up a career she hated to pursue the law, and now she’s buried in debt and unemployed. At least she’s signed to an amazing guyhot, sweet, and committed.
Enter the contract killer, the man who pursues only signed women. No commitment, no hassle, all the fun. But Kate has enough fun on her plate… until her partner doesn’t re-up their contract.
After an epic but well-deserved meltdown, Kate gets practical. She accepts a job with her uncle’s law firm, practicing signing lawthe one type of law she swore she’d never do. And the contract killer? Now that Kate is single, she’s no longer his type, but he still wants to be friends. Yeah, that’ll work. Kate may be heartbroken, but she’s not impervious to this sexy, smart, and complex man. But hey, it looks like he may not be impervious to her eithersigned or not.
With biting wit and charm, I Love You Subject to the Following Terms and Conditions is hilariously relatable, for the millennial set.
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I Love You Subject to the Following Terms and Conditions
A Contract Killers Novel
By Erin Lyon
Tom Doherty AssociatesCopyright © 2016 Erin Lyon
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What am I doing? Rhetorical question. I know what I'm doing. This just isn't where I thought I would be at thirty-four. No, not this bar. Starting over with a brand new career. I had a job (emphasis on "had"). Not a great job, but a good job. And I suddenly decided I needed law school. No one needs law school, by the way. Now I'm thirty-four, out of law school; I've passed the bar exam, but am unemployed. With a capital U. I'm too old for this shit.
Yes, I'm signed, thank god, but one's love life is only part of one's life, right? So after finishing law school with a bunch of snot-nosed twenty-five-year-olds (no offense), I'm starting over. Starting over sucks, FYI.
So the seeming failure of my ill-conceived master plan led me to a bar on a Wednesday night (not like it's a work night for me) to commiserate with my BFF, Logek. Yes, that is her real name.
"Seriously. It'll work out. You're brilliant. You're talented. Fuck 'em," Logek said.
And this is why I go out with Logek when I'm down. She always has the right words, in the right order. Unfortunately, her usual pick-me-up wasn't enough to get my eyes up from the bar.
"I know," I said. My voice was muffled since my head was resting on my forearms on the bar. "I know."
And she knew what was coming next.
I picked myself up from the bar. "But, I just wish I'd gotten a 'We'd love you to apply again when you have more experience' or even a 'We think you're an idiot.' That at least might have been helpful. But after months of interning there for free to just get a 'We went with a different candidate'? No explanation. Nothing."
Logek gave me a frustrated face. She's been talking me off this particular ledge for a week now. "Kate. What do you hate more than anything?"
"Oh, right. But what do you hate almost as much?"
"People who feel sorry for themselves."
She raised her eyebrow. I let out a loud sigh and gave myself a physical shake.
"Kate," she said. "You worked your ass off for them — for free — for six months feeling sure you'd get the job. Then they say, 'Thanks but no thanks'? I'd say they weren't the right fit for you if that's how they treat their interns. Give it a couple months. You'll probably realize it was for the best." Logek hugged me and put my drink in my hand. "To bigger and better things," she said emphatically.
I nodded, took a swig of my drink, and straightened my shoulders.
"So," Logek said, a little louder than necessary. "How's Jonathan?"
I smiled. "He's good," I said. "He's been a doll through all this, of course. 'Their loss, better things to come ...' All support, all the time."
Logek pushed her heavy, blonde hair back over her shoulder. There must be a man around. "Some things matter more than others. Screw the idiots at the DA's office. If they aren't smart enough to want you, it only means that someone better will. And, in the meantime, you've got a gorgeous man who loves you and thinks you're brilliant." She finished with an overly bright smile, busting out her halogen-white teeth and her dimple. Yep. Definitely a man around.
Right on cue, a predictably attractive man strolled up behind Logek, pretending to order a drink. He was good-looking, but not my type of good-looking — a little too pretty. And he knows it. I hate that. But, Logek is a different animal and maybe he's just her type. Best of luck, Pretty Boy.
Logek is my best friend. We've been friends since high school. She has signed five times and never had a single one go to term. Not me. When I fall in love and sign, I mean it for the entire seven years. I'm traditional that way. Of course, she always intends it when she signs, too; it just never works out that way. I guess, like the rest of us, she's a romantic at heart. Every time she signs, she wants to believe it's the person she will re-up with for life.
Pretty Boy paid for Logek's drink and tried to charm her pants off. From the look she gave me, her pants are securely in place, but at least the drink was free. I smiled. Being with her does make me forget about my barely-on-life-support career. Which is her ultimate goal. Which is why she's the BFF.
But because she's signed five times and breached four times (one time the guy actually breached, if you can imagine that) she is perpetually low on cash and is always happy to accept a free drink. What do you expect when you are paying on four failed contracts? Moral of the story: sign well, or, at the very least, only breach when you've got nothing to lose.
"So, really?" the guy asked. I know where this is going.
"Yes, really," Logek said, with a gloriously fake smile on her face. "It's pronounced 'logic,' but it's spelled L-O-G-E-K. Mom was a little heavy on the painkillers and Dad was off getting coffee." Logek and I have told this story thousands of times. Her name is the ultimate icebreaker.
The guy looked appropriately dazzled. Naturally. Men are simple. All it takes is long, blonde hair and a name no one else can pronounce and they're asking you for a pen. The stereotype about women always trying to get men to sign is usually debunked around Logek. Even when she has no interest, men want to get a pen in her hand.
I watched her big, blue eyes do their damage to a guy that, let's be real, was no match for her.
So while Logek is paying off her two remaining breaches of contract, I'm about to let my contract go into automatic renewal. These seven years have flown by. Jonathan is every bit as sexy, funny, and sweet as he was when we signed. The contract is up in a couple of weeks, but, like most contracts, it has an automatic renewal clause. If neither of us contacts the attorney to notify of cancellation, it automatically renews for another seven years. So many contracts don't renew and it seems like just as many don't even go to term, so I'm a lucky girl.
With Logek and Pretty Boy engaged in conversation a couple feet away from me, I sipped my drink and casually (at least I was shooting for casually) glanced around the room in case I knew anyone here. Nope. Nice to know my luck hasn't changed that much.
From the rim of my glass, I noticed someone watching me. Why is he looking at me? I'm wearing my token. I looked down at my necklace — a gold feather quill with a diamond at the tip. He knows I'm taken — it's not as though I intentionally left it at home.
He walked over and stood in front of me with his back to Logek (which is hardly ever the case, I might add). I had to do the quick math (sad, I know) — if I'm five foot nine and I'm wearing three-inch heels and he's at least three inches taller than me ... screw it. I can't do math sober — now it's pointless. Whatever, he's tall. He's got dark, dark hair and light eyes. We were in a bar so I couldn't vouch for the eye color — either green, gray, or hazel, though. Big eyes. Perfect lips. Holy shit. He's beautiful.
He held out his hand. Big hand, long fingers, tan. Gasp. I shook his hand, politely, because that's what you would do when any man offers to shake your hand. Regardless of his movie-star quality.
"I'm Adam," he said in a deep voice. Figures. He does kinda make you think of original sin.
"Kate Shaw," I said, trying to sound casual.
"Kate. I love that name." I'm sure you do, incredibly hot guy, who is inexplicably hitting on me.
"Thank you," I said, turning back toward the bar. Score one for Kate.
"What do you do?" he asked, seeming genuinely interested. He's good.
"I'm an out-of-work attorney," I told him, with a quick nod and an ironic smile. "You?"
"Oh ... sorry," he said, cringing slightly, acknowledging that he just stepped in it. "I'm in marketing."
Of course he is. It's pretty much the vortex that sucks up young, attractive men, giving them no actual job definition other than "marketing." Translated as: I'm good at selling shit to people that don't need it because I'm (incredibly) good-looking. Oh, Adam. I am so onto your game.
I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Really? Just marketing? That encompasses anything from being a sign spinner to being an advertising executive."
He smiled. "I'm not a sign spinner," he said. Shit. He has a dimple. Whatever. Jonathan is six feet, gorgeous; has dark Latino skin, black hair, dark eyes. Hot. All that on top of him being the love of my life. Like this guy is going to sway me.
"Good," I said, playing with the token on my necklace. "Too much sun is bad for you."
He laughed. At my stupid joke. I narrowed my eyes at him, looking, I'm sure, bitchier than I intended.
"What?" he asked, eyebrows raised.
"Nothing," I said, looking over at Logek who, unfortunately, was engrossed in Pretty Boy. Shameful.
Adam frowned at me. "You're a beautiful girl. Why am I a dirtbag for noticing?"
Difficult question to answer. "You're not. But it's obvious that I'm signed. Maybe you should run along and find an available playmate."
"I'm aware that you're signed." He frowned. "Does that mean you aren't allowed to talk to a man?"
"No. I just like to be clear from the get-go. I mean, this is a bar. I've heard that, on occasion, single people actually try to meet in places like this."
He laughed. "I've heard that as well. But I know that you're not single. So can we move on?"
"So, what were we talking about?"
"We were just discussing what you do for a living."
"I'm in advertising with Samson and Tule."
Oh. They're good. Even I have heard of them.
"So, Kate, what types of law are you interested in?"
"Right now, I'm interested in the kind that makes me employed. Well. Except signing law."
He chuckled. "Not interested in signing law? That certainly would be an easy meal ticket at least. Suckers sign every day. And then breach the very next day. Steady employment."
I smiled. "Most signing firms deal strictly with breaches. Spending my days with bitter, angry couples trying to deconstruct their contracts does not sound fun. Too emotional. Add in the child custody battles and the thought makes me cringe. Everything is sunshine and roses when people sign, so they aren't practical about covering themselves."
He nodded. "Yeah. People sign when everything's great. And then one year later, everything is shit and they don't understand why their contract doesn't cover it."
"But that wasn't the case with you?"
"No. We did a practical contract with the typical re-up terms. No blinders there."
He nodded as though he was thinking over what I said. "I sort of bailed on a buddy over there," he said, gesturing to the other side of the bar. "I should let him know where I am in case he's looking for me," he said. "You'll still be here?" he asked, pointing at the bar in front of me.
He poked his long finger against the polished bar. "Still here, right?"
I couldn't help but smile. I nodded again.
I watched him walk away, broad shoulders, tall frame, and all. Good lord.
Now Logek turned back to me, ignoring the guy in front of her like she had been listening, waiting, for Adam to leave.
"Kate!" she hissed.
"Logek!" I said, sarcastically matching her level of excitement. No idea where it was coming from.
"You know who that was, right?"
"Adam?" I had a feeling there was more.
"I'm pretty sure that was Adam Lucas."
"You've heard us talk about those guys before."
She gave an exaggerated sigh. "Yes. He's a contract killer."
Oh. I knew I should know that term. I know I'd heard it mentioned, but I couldn't recall the meaning.
"He's one of those guys that only goes after signed women."
"Yep. They're notorious."
"Why is that?"
"Why are they notorious or why do they only go after signed women?"
"The signed women thing."
"I don't know," she said, reaching for her cocktail that was sitting on a napkin on the bar. She picked up her glass, holding the napkin against the bottom. I was never sure why people did that. "Maybe because they're more of a challenge. Maybe because they only want women who aren't looking to sign a guy." She clearly thought the second option was the more likely possibility. It probably was.
Wow. A contract killer. After me. Insulting and exciting at the same time.
"Well, I guess that makes sense," I said, momentarily slipping back into my sour mood. "An incredibly gorgeous guy comes over to talk to me, not you. I should have figured there was a reason."
"Kate! Shit! You are beautiful! And smart! And a pain in the ass!" With that she gave a frustrated growl and turned to the guy that was still waiting for her attention to turn back to him. "Bill," she said.
"Ben, this is Kate. Is she gorgeous?"
Perfect. Thank you, Logek. This is the cherry on the top of my sundae.
Ben looked at me as though he hadn't realized I was there before and I had magically appeared. He looked into my face for a minute before smiling.
"Yes, she is."
"See," Logek said, turning to me with eyebrows raised. As though Ben's validation was what was going to save me from a lifetime of insecurity. I rolled my eyes and she turned to the bartender and pointed to my empty glass. The bartender nodded.
"Enough," I said. "Talk to Ben." She frowned at me and turned back to Ben who had waited most patiently.
The bartender took my empty glass and handed me another gin and tonic. I wasn't sure that I should have this fourth drink. Usually three is entirely ample to buzz my tower. But screw it. Tonight was the night for it. Jonathan was working late and, anyway, he deserved a break from me crying on his shoulder.
"Good girl," said a low voice behind me.
I spun around and sure enough, there was Adam. Back just like he said he'd be.
"Good girl?" I asked.
"You are still here."
"Do I get a dog treat? Or a scratch behind the ear or something?" I probably didn't need any more to drink.
He just looked at me with the slightest smile. He leaned down to me, since he was tall enough to need to, and got close to my face. Too close. Close enough to tighten things in me.
"Do you want a scratch behind the ear, Kate?" he said, lifting his hand to my ear, brushing it gently with his forefinger. Well, I guess it was his forefinger — I don't have eyes in the side of my head. It did, however, elicit an unexpected shudder from me.
"I'm good," I said, pushing away his hand.
He laughed. "Okay, Kate. So you're an unemployed attorney. What's the plan?"
I was tempted to tell him it was none of his business. Or that I didn't want to talk about it. But three and a half cocktails in, you bet your ass I wanted to talk about it. "I've recently been operating under the assumption that I would get a job that I, in fact, did not get." Shit. Was I slurring? "So, I'm sort of regrouping." Bullshit. "Actually, starting from scratch."
"What sucks more is that I really wanted that job."
Uh-oh. Tears. Close to the surface. I was not going to cry. Not going to. Dammit. A traitorous tear ran down my cheek. Son of a bitch.
He brushed his thumb across my cheek, wiping away the tear before I had a chance to. "I'm sorry, Kate. I get how disappointing that must be."
I shrugged and took another drink of my cocktail.
"So," he went on. "What have you been applying for?"
"Anything. Everything that is looking for a new attorney — which, by the way, most are not. What the hell was I thinking? I'm thirty-four and a brand new attorney. Why in the world did I do this?"
"Because it was a personal goal?"
I laughed and shook my head. "I mean, I'd thought about it, but really did it because I wasn't happy where I was and couldn't find anything else."
"And where were you?"
"TV." He looked at me, assessing. I was used to this. "Not in front of the camera," I offered. "Behind. Sales, programming. Funny thing is — TV doesn't translate to other fields. So I'd basically painted myself into a corner. Career-wise."
Adam just nodded. Why was he even listening to all this? Oh, right — because I'm a signed woman and he's a contract killer. I can't even get hit on right.
"You know," he said, pulling out his cell phone. "I'm a member of the Chamber of Commerce and they just sent out something about a new job site they were launching. I didn't really look at it, but it might be useful. Here," he said, without looking up from his phone. "Give me your number and I'll text you the link."
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So funny and fun! Read the whole thing in a day and moved on immediately to the sequel! The legal stuff is hilarious and the romance is swoon-worthy!
Great book, easy read. The characters are witty and fun. I thoroughly enjoyed it! .....ready for book 2 already.
I received an ARC for my voluntary review for netgalley. If I had known it would end in a cliffhanger I would have not requested, not that I do not have others that have left me the same way, but this one, I can not see myself wanting nor caring to read the second half. I am not saying it was bad, because it wasn't and it was funny. I also liked that it was a different concept, in this world no one marries they sign contracts, and decide if they want to re-sign. Kate was in a contract with Jonathan who decided he did not want to resign, he wanted out. While she was in the contract she meets the contract killer also known as Adam, he is interested of course, but the minute she is out of contract he decides he is not. I will not tell you the rest, you have to read it for yourself...
Kate was starting over at thirty four. Starting over with a brand new career as she had went to law . school and passed the bar but so far no attorney’s job.Kate was at a bar with her best friend Logik always seemed to say the right things at the right time. Kate’s with Jonathan who had been great supporting her through this rough time. Kate had interned at the DA’s office but someone else to hire. Logik and Kate have been friends since H S. Logik had been signed five times and not once had she went full term with her partner. When you sign it is suppose to be for a full seven years and then you can reop if you and your said partner want to. Logik was talking to someone at the bar then a very hot man stepped up to Kate and introduced himself as Adam and said he was with marketing with Samson and Tule. Kate doesn’t want to be a signing attorney even though her uncle reminded her there was a place for her at his firm. Kate didn’t want to work with bitter and angry couples. Kate agreed to meet Adam for coffee as he said he would help her with her job search. Then Adam offers Kate and administrative assistants job at Samson and Tule . Jonathon had just let Kate know he was not resigning up with her. Adam got Kate the job and had been hitting on her and Kate let him know she thought he was broken. But once Adam knew Kate was soon to be single he lost interest in her but he did want her as a friend and he had no female friends. Kate took the job with her uncle as she would be supporting herself now. Jonathan kept contacting Kate but she wasn’t going to be the one to let Jonathan have his cake and eat it too. She already had goodbye sex with him she wasn’t going to repeat that even though she really wanted to. Kate sets in on her first case and ends up wit a black eye when one of the clients tried to hit his cheating partner. Adam came over to make sure Kate was okay and then Jonathan showed up with white roses which was Kate’s favorite rose. Jonathan asked Kate if she was seeing Adam . Jonathan asked Kate if he signed another contract if she would take him back. Kate didn’t have an answer as she knew she would have to stop being friends with Adam as if she was once again signed to Jonathan Adam would again come after her and now Kate had a crush on Adam. I loved this story right up until the very end as it ended in a big cliffhanger and boy was I mad. I hate cliffhangers. Oh well hopefully will catch the next part of this story. I liked how Kate was suddenly being noticed by hot men and Jonathan regretted his decision he deserves that. I love Kate’s and Logiks relationship and how she is there for Kate. If it wasn’t for that ending this would have been a five more than likely. I loved the plot a lot as well as the characters and the ins and outs of this story and with a warning about the ending I recommend.
It's been a long time since I've read a story and have been able to immerse myself in a romantic comedy so completely. Don't get me wrong; I enjoy them immensely! But, I usually find, even the most enjoyable ones, just enough removed from reality that I can't relate to the characters as much as I'd like to. So, I Love You is a refreshing story about Kate, a woman--who just so happens to be my age--who finds herself in a transition period of life. And, while I am in no way able to relate to the romantic side of her life, I can still understand her conflictions as they come up. Career-wise, Kate is finding out that sometimes we have to make compromises. Add that with the fact that her personal life takes a turn that she never saw coming...I can't help but feel for poor Kate. Except that, I mean, the men that enter Kate's life at this point...I just can't help but think how lucky she is! There is a bit of a "triangle". Okay, it's a bit more of a square, I guess. And, while I definitely do have my favorite, I can't help but get caught up in the confusion right along with Kate as each of her men continually confuse her. Kate also has a fabulous friend in Logek. These two are my friendship goals, seriously. You can tell that even though they have their own lives going, for better or worse, these two will always have each other's backs. This book has moments that are smart, funny, and awkward--much like Kate, herself. And I can really appreciate that Kate is a strong, independent woman who just needs a little emotional support every once in awhile and isn't afraid to admit it. Kate has her limitations but I don's see them so much as weaknesses but as ways for her character to become more self-aware. It's okay to need people every once in awhile. And it's possible to "need" a man's comfort without depending on him completely. The writing is splendid and the characters are engaging! The only thing that frustrated me about this book was that there wasn't more of it! It definitely ends on a cliffhanger. But, that's a given since it's just first in a series. I'm really anxious for the rest! I mean, it's kind of pitiful how much I can't stop thinking about Kate and what's going to happen to her! So, Ms. Lyon--you have a reader for life!!! And, possibly, a new social-media stalker. ;)