This is the PREQUEL to Semper Fi. It is still being edited, and hope to be released the middle of May, 2013.
Okay, sort of book 2, but explains a little more about David and Elise McNarry, and the pivotal role Patricia Johnson plays in their lives.
Excerpt from the book. Caution: STEAMY!
The familiar sound of ice cubes hitting the empty Reed and
Barton crystal glasses was a sad reminder that alcohol had become just about
his only friend. It seemed the only
thing at this point in his life that didn’t take from him the last ounce of
fortitude.
David McNarry had been almost pushed into politics, and the
harsh reality of it certainly transformed this humble war hero and loving
family man into something that even he barely recognized at this point. Still, the life of politics certainly had its
intoxicating aspects, and no matter what he said, he consumed it with a passion.
He slumped down into the overstuffed leather chair facing
the huge plate glass windows that overlooked the streets of Washington. These remarkable chairs were just another one
of her ‘must haves’ when she redecorated his office, and she was right. They provided the comfort and solitude the
junior Senator needed to relax. His
pager, another one of her ‘must haves,’ was constantly buzzing on his
belt. He pulled the clip from his waist
and placed it on the small table that sat exactly in between the two chairs
next to the Swarovski crystal ash tray and in front of the telephone. Damn, he thought, that thing will never stop.
Lindsay handed him his Aberlour Scotch as she passed by him,
walking towards the window. “You better
answer it, or she’ll never stop paging you.”
He watched in silence as she slowly drew the heavy wool draperies
closed, admiring her tight behind in the short black skirt in front of him.
Lindsay was his latest in a long list of interns, and if it
weren’t for her tireless dedication and desire to advance, she wouldn’t even be
there. Of course, with her body, it was
no wonder he asked her to stay late again tonight. Sad thing was he didn’t even know her last
name. She brushed past him, her perfume
mixing wonderfully with the smell of his cigar and scotch. He heard the distinct sound of the door lock,
and then a scuffle of papers on his desk.
David sat quietly sipping his scotch and smoking his cigar, oblivious to
anything that she was doing.
A moment later she was standing next to him, holding the
manila package in her hand. He placed
his drink on the table, and reached over the arm of the chair up the back of
her leg. Silk stockings, black, with a
strong seam that ran up the back; his fingers barely touching her now as he
slipped his hand up the inside of her thigh, feeling for the lace atop her stockings. She dropped the package in his lap as he
continued to tease her. Her weight
shifted as she moved her feet further apart, allowing him better access. His nimble fingers running across the lace
top before moving down her leg and ultimately out from under her skirt. “What are you waiting for?” he asked as he
slapped her behind.
She knew what he wanted.
It was the same thing every night.
He pulled on the cigar before opening the package. The pager, buzzing again was about to drive
him crazy. Lindsay assumed her normal
position on her knees in front of him, her hands sliding up his thighs. He picked up the pager to shut it off when
the message caught his attention. “Call
me now!”
“You want me to stop, sir?” Lindsay asked.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said as he glared at her.
David picked up the phone and hit speed dial #3. It barely rang when she answered. “It’s about fuckin’ time you called me. Did you get the package?”
“Yeah, it’s here.”
“Well? Did you even bother
to open it?”
“Not yet. Sort of…”
“God Damnit, David, this is fuckin’ serious. I can’t keep cleaning up your messes.” Patricia was more than a little upset, and
she had no problem letting him know that.
She was the one person who didn’t treat him like he was gold. She was the one person who he knew would
always be straight with him. “Do you
understand what I mean? They got you in
pictures this time, asshole.”
“It’ll be fine, Patricia.
Calm down,” he said, peering over the package and watching Lindsay’s
head bobbing up and down. “Can I call
you back in about fifteen minutes?
“You piece of shit!
She’s there right now, isn’t she?”
“No, no, no. Of
course not.”
She knew he was lying; she could hear it in his voice. “You know, you really are a son of a
bitch. I’m on my way now to see Elise,
remember her? She’s your wife!”
“I know who she is,” he said, trying to stay focused. “Just handle it. Fix it.
Do your fuckin’ job.”
“I don’t know if I can fix this. She’s pretty damn upset this time. You stay at the Georgetown apartment and I’ll
call you when and if she calms down. You
know, we’re about to start your reelection campaign. This would be a lot easier if you pulled your
pecker out of your intern and kept it in your pants!”
David hung the phone up and dropped the package on the
floor. Taking a big gulp of his scotch
as Lindsay looked into his eyes. He
rolled the cigar in his mouth and said, “Continue.”
