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Presidential Liaison
by Anne Manning
Category: Romance
Description: The most trusted woman in America. A conservative President just coming to terms with the loss of his beloved wife. Cassie Mercer is a veteran TV news reporter, bred to the job by her legendary parents. The culmination of her career in the form of the anchor chair is now hers, and she's assigned to the White House beat until she assumes her new duties. Her dream job fades in importance, though, when she comes face to face with President Bill MacAllister. Bill had thought himself ready to follow his late wife to the grave, but, after a year of mourning, he suddenly comes alive again when Cassie comes into the Press Room. It wouldn't seem that a conservative President and a progressive TV newswoman would have anything in common, but politics is nothing compared to two hearts meant to be together. Can they survive the scheming of political and romantic enemies and create a liaison that lasts a lifetime?
eBook Publisher: Uncial Press, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: January 2010
 
12 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [394 KB]
Words: 84292
Reading time: 240-337 min.
"... a human look at a president, who is truly just a man, and the personal life he wishes to live, Yet being the president restricts him. I love the characters; the way they interact is so smooth. The story flows nicely, never missing a beat. Ms. Manning has written a truly engaging story that you must read. 5 Cups!"--Matilda, Coffee Time Romance & More
"Cassandra Mercer, the President." Mechanically she raised her hand. "Mr. President." Afraid of what her eyes would reveal, she raised them slowly to meet his. Even knowing she must appear dreadfully coy, she couldn't help herself. "What a pleasure," he said, taking her hand. His voice was soft and low, and she didn't know if he'd spoken to everyone in this tone. It was intimate, seductive. "I'm glad you could come on such short notice." Had he instigated her invitation? She felt a swell of irrational pleasure. "Thank you for including me, sir." How easily the respect slipped out. "I hope my being here hasn't upset any plans." His smile ended on a warm chuckle as though he were enjoying a private joke. "Not at all. In fact, I was hoping you wouldn't mind if we separated you from your parents for dinner. There's an empty seat at my table. Would you mind?" "With you?" Oh, heavens, did she sound as breathless as she was afraid she did? "I mean, no..." She drew a breath. "It would be my pleasure, sir." He smiled. Unfair, she thought. She'd never be able to enjoy the dinner if her stomach didn't stop twisting up like this, and she knew it wouldn't if he kept smiling. They stared at each other for a fraction of a second too long. Almost brusquely, he dropped her hand. "Good. I look forward to seeing you at dinner." Bill realized his mistake almost as soon as he'd made it, then struggled for the rest of the evening to rectify it. He'd stood there, like a gawky adolescent, holding onto her hand and staring into the pools of her eyes, his whole body aware of her. Almighty! Better not go there. So look at something else. He tore his gaze away from her again.
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