Tell me no ssecrets (1993) by Joy Fielding

The author's  prose is description , almost smooth for such a genre, however, her plot with this novel was weak.  She relied heavily on the "predator male" with an unrealistic resolution to her protagonist's personal situation.  Not sure how such an intelligent woman would not deal with her panic attacks and how they conveniently did not interfere with her courtroom presentations.  But, hey, pulp fiction is what it is, and I kept reading to find out what would happen.