It's Election Day here in Virginia.
If this blog was for the newspaper, then this is where I'd, once again, give you a history lesson on democracy, tell you to do your own research on the political candidates and urge you to VOTE.
Instead, I've decided to dedicate this space to one of my favorite heroes I've written, Ethan Butler of THE SENATOR'S SCANDALOUS AFFAIR. *sigh*
The idea of a crush-worthy politician, at least to me, is as scrumptious as a fairytale prince.
You can read a blurb about THE SENATOR'S SCANDALOUS AFFAIR here.
In this scene, Ethan, a senator in the Virginia General Assembly who is mounting a gubernatorial campaign, has just given a press conference. The heroine, newspaper reporter Rachel Reynolds, is one of hundreds in the audience.
Here's what she sees -- and feels. Enjoy! : )
When the speech was over, reporters flanked him on all sides asking questions while they had him cornered.
Rachel hung back watching and listening to Ethan field those questions. With his charm and intelligence he had those reporters practically drooling all over their microphones and tape recorders.
She noted the regal tilt of his head, his perfect cultured voice. He practically oozed old money, style and power. Rachel was sweating in autumn’s afternoon heat. She couldn’t even see one bead of perspiration on Ethan’s forehead.
A sultry, blonde television reporter asked him a question then held the microphone close to Ethan’s mouth. He smiled that mischievous little smile, and tilted his head, answering in that bone-jarring voice that made Rachel think of a dark bedroom and sweat-slicked skin.
The whole scene appeared almost erotic. Rachel took a deep breath, trying to clear her head. She didn’t need any more reminders of Ethan’s political prowess or sexual magnetism. She’d experienced it herself just hours earlier.
Rachel shoved her camera and notepad into her bag. She had seen, and heard, enough.
She’d gotten just what she needed — the information for her article and a dose of reality. She was right to deny the attraction she felt for Eth—the senator. Just because she’d felt a spark didn’t mean he had.
Hell, if the rumors about the Butler men were true, he’d probably “sparked” female reporters all over Virginia.