Amber Jones is in a pickle. And when I say pickle, I mean deep doo-doo. <br> <br>She knew she shouldn’t have gone to her ex’s New Year’s Eve party. <br> <br>And she reeeaally didn’t mean to almost burn his house down. <br> <br>Now she needs a good lawyer, stat. But where to find one? <br> <br> *** <br> <br>All work and no play make Ethan Vaughn a very sad and lonely lawyer. <br> <br>He really shouldn’t have agreed to help his best friend’s wife’s bestie with her imbroglio. <br> <br>He needs to focus on representing his NFL clients, not accident-prone, struggling actresses. <br> <br>Now she’s remanded on bail––and living in his house. <br> <br>The woman is a walking, talking category five hurricane. <br> <br>And considering his track record with women, he needs to stay as far away from this one as possible. <br> <br>Problem is, he just can’t seem to make himself. <br> <br>