One day, while watching another show discussing the presidential race, I got this idea for a fun little story. I guess it proves, no matter what's happening around me, my dirty mind is always coming up with a sexy spin on it. :D
I've been wanting to try out self-publishing for a while, so given the short time frame of when this book would be ready before the election, it seemed like this was the work to take a chance with. I'll be writing more posts about this self-publishing journey as it progresses. But for now, you can find this work available at Smashwords.com and Allromanceebooks.com (all my kindle lovers, amazon is currently pending).
I was keeping this story a little secret because I wasn't sure if I could get it done in time. But my editor was so phenomenal (and I think she liked the story too) managed to get all the edits done in only a few days so I could get this up before the election. I owe you a ton Belle!
**DISCLAIMER** Though this story revolves around an election, no political parties or any issues are discussed in this work. This is just a work of fun and enjoyment. No political agenda is described or promoted.
Blurb: Stephanie Weiss has always loved Election Day. All the male attention focused to her, begging for her vote, willing to do anything to make her—as a constituent—happy. She’s always found it intoxicating, thrilling and downright erotic. But when she meets Jim Collins, a very sexy congressman, at this year’s polls, her mind is filled with a lot more than what name to put on her ballot. When he steps into her booth and offers to convince her he’s the candidate for the job, she can’t turn him away. Who could deny a hunky congressman ready and able to service his country?
Excerpt: Chewing her bottom lip, she silently debated which levers to
pull. She flipped three automatically, casting her vote.
The clatter of the metal rings sounded behind her from the quick opening and then yanking shut of the curtain, startling Stephanie from her task. She turned at the sound, to find Jim Collins standing behind her. His large body
filled the small booth with heat. The male scent of him wafted across the space, tickling her nostrils and tightening her nipples.
“This booth is occupied,” she whispered in a breathy voice she hadn’t possessed three seconds ago.
He stared down at her. Those deep whiskey eyes darkened, piercing her to the spot. Their gaze affected her the same way the drink did. She swayed on her tall heels and heat bloomed through her entire body.
His jaw clenched tight and his breath sped up, as if he sensed the effect he had on her body. “Have you placed your vote yet?” His voice was deep and husky, calling to a secret place inside her. Her pussy dampened at the sound. He traced his index finger down her cheek and across her jaw, creating a line of fire beneath his touch.
She shook her head.
“Good. I still have to time to win your vote.” He smiled. The foreign urge to drop to her knees before him and obey his every demand bellowed inside her. Any semblance of the power she’d thought she possessed vanished beneath his gaze.
He grabbed her hips and spun her around roughly to face the voting machine. The names and levers pointed out at her, but her eyes were too blurry to see them. Her mind too foggy to understand them. His spicy aftershave filled her nose, blocking out the sugar cookie and cleaning supply scents of the room. She took a deep breath, absorbing that deep male musk that was solely him.
He pushed the hair from her nape, and leaned down to nuzzle her neck. She sighed, his nose tracing delicate patterns across the sensitive skin. Damn that felt good. He pressed his lips to her throat, placing a soft kiss on her neck and setting her every nerve dancing.
“What can I do to convince you I’m your candidate?”