Like any good politician, Sean Wallace is always campaigning for something. This time, it’s me. He’s the Chief of Staff to the President of the United States of America and my co-worker. After two years of working side-by-side, he thinks he knows me. He doesn’t know the pain and heartache I’ve endured. Or that I’m a widow. Am I ready to move on? The thought of forgetting the man I loved terrifies me. But so does the idea of being alone for the rest of my life. Is Sean my second chance at love? There’s only one way to find out.
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I was first indoctrinated into the romance genre by my babysitter who watched hours upon hours of daytime soap operas. I harbored many inappropriate crushes on fictional characters such as John Black from “Days of Our Lives,” Orry Main from the min-series “North & South,” and Edward Fairfax Rochester from Jane Eyre. I am still in love with Davy Jones from The Monkees. I currently live in the Southwest with my husband, tiny four-year-old terror, and a tuxedo cat with a limp. When I'm not swooning over book boyfriends or dreaming up romances, I can be found educating the youth of America. Or eating tacos
