Unfit to Practice
New Unfit to Practice Audiobook
We’re excited to report that Recorded Books has published a new audiobook of Unfit to Practice, narrated by Mia Barron.
“It’s the moment every attorney fears most … one careless moment that threatens careers, reputations, lives. For Nina Reilly, it will change everything—and ignite a case where her own clients are witnesses against her … and where the defendant is Nina herself…”
The Book
Secrets & Extras
Foreign Editions
A few years of practicing law as a sole practitioner at South Lake Tahoe, California, lulled Nina Reilly into a false sense of security. The clients rolled in. The work was steady. In the middle of a serious love affair, happy and wandering toward a bright future, she was at the top of her form, confident and accomplished as an attorney at last.
Until…
“That Thursday in early September billowed up blue and white, as breezy and innocent as a picnic, the air filtering through shimmering sunlit leaves. But during the afternoon, the true Sierra atmosphere showed its face in a ferocious summer storm, ruthless, unpredictable and dangerous.
And because the storm dislocated all sorts of human arrangements that night, or because life is a mist of error, or perhaps just because she had been working too hard and couldn’t deal with one more thing that day, Nina Reilly made a small, critical mistake that changed everything.”
Secrets & Extras
Listen to the Radio Promotion:
On her way out of Tahoe, Nina drove past the lot on Highway 50 where the Vangs’ Blue Star Market had once conducted business: ragged wooden fencing, a chipped construction sign, and disturbed dirt had reclaimed their space, as though the dreams of the Vang Family had never existed. She had an appointment to meet Dr. Mai at the Strawberry Lodge.
“They found her body in her sleeping bag, dead, the next morning when the ranger tried to roust them out of the site.”
Read the Prologue
After being dropped off at a filthy parking lot underneath a gloomy concrete overpass, Nina Reilly stopped in for coffee at the Roastery on the corner of Howard and Main streets. A river of chilly air flowed through the tunnel-like streets around the skyscrapers of the San Francisco Financial District. The buildings seemed to lean in at her, threatening. She had her pick of caffeine oases, not that it mattered. She was not here by choice. Any black bile would do.
Foreign Editions
