Presidents’ birthdays were celebrated twice in February when I was in school. Not a holiday but a time of respect. I learned about Washington and Lincoln and developed a love of history. In writing my very first novel I researched Grover Cleveland for background in my story.
Cleveland had the distinction of being 22nd and 24th president. The only non-consecutive two terms of a president.
There was a tremendous amount of scandal during elections in those days. Accusations of adultery, illegitimate children, and theft were published in the news on a daily basis. Candidates need a thick skin and the ability to throw mud harder than their opponent.
Things don’t seem to have changed much.
So Cleveland was in my first novel. A minor player but important to the plot.
A Historical Romance
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Some promises are made to be broken.
Caught in a web of political intrigue, graft and threats to a beloved child, Meg Warren and Drew Larkin hunt the men threatening the downfall of President Cleveland and the economic fabric of America. From a poor farm to the ostentatious world of New York’s elite, they sift lies, discover trust and an attraction they cannot resist. The last thing they expect to find is a love worth more than gold.
Meg quivered like a trapped bird in his arms. Her slender bones were as fragile and delicate as the lace edging her collar. Alarm widened her eyes.
"How can you prove your innocence? I can think of a way.”
His mouth locked over hers, smothering her protest. His tongue probed the seam between her lips and she moved head back. He instantly slipped his hand to the back of her head to hold her still. His tongue coaxed.
Her thick hair loosened from its knot. The heavy length cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. Drew groaned when the silken tresses brushed his hands. His fingers twined in the softly scented curls. He tugged gently. Upon her gasp, his tongue surged between her lips.
Her hands stilled, then she caught his lower lip with her teeth and bit down, hard. She whirled away to face him from the other side of the small room. If he thought she looked regal before, now she looked magnificent. A Greek goddess, breasts uplifted with pride and rage, her hair flowing like dark water over her slim shoulders.
She pointed an accusing finger at him and he fully expected a bolt of lightening to char him to a cinder.
"I will not prove anything by going to bed with you," she cried.
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