Here is an excerpt from my May 9th release, All’s Fair in Love & Politics.
There was something arresting about the picture. Some uncomfortable déjà vu feeling. Which was absurd. She’d certainly never been to the Kapshaw farm, and she’d known Doug for little more than a week.
And yet there was a feeling she’d been there before, watching the cool breeze ruffle the waves of his dark hair, her heart beating quicker as she took a few steps towards the house. A feeling that this was something… important.
Foolish. Ridiculous. Utterly insane. Even as she took the first stair of the porch, her heartbeat still wasn’t steady.
“Why did you bring me here?” Abby demanded. Something in the way his green eyes watched her added to the unnerved feeling.
“You’d never been to a farm. That’s a pretty egregious disconnect if sustainable agriculture is your pet issue.”
Because he stood there, leaning against the post of the porch just as casual as could be, Abby took the last step, putting herself only inches away from him. Though it did nothing to ease her erratic pulse, she was determined to stand her ground and get to the bottom of this puzzle.
“It’s not your job to correct my egregious errors. It’s your job to exploit them and make me look like a fool.”
His eyes studied her mouth for a moment, and Abby refused to analyze why heat crept through her center and up to her cheeks.
“No, it’s my job to make a story out of you. I only have to make you look like a fool if you are one.”
A voice in her head scoffed. That voice told her reporters lie, all people lie. No one was as good or honest as they seemed. It was her father’s voice, and it was surprisingly weak against the force of her heart that wanted desperately to believe Doug’s words were the truth.