On September 30th I read a book called Extreme Exposure by Pamela Clare. At the time, I fell head over heels in love with the hero of the book. His name is Reese Sherridan and he's a U.S. Senator. I've never had a thing for Senator's in the past, but Reese was different.
Here's the blurb:
Meet Kara McMillan, single mother, investigative reporter, and romantic cynic. Inspired by three margaritas on a Friday night, Kara throws caution to the winds in a chance encounter with Senator Reese Sheridan at the skankiest bar in Denver. Their passionate affair starts quickly, even as Kara begins an investigation into a major environmental scandal, aided by a mysterious whistle-blower. Just as Kara begins to open up her heart, her discoveries prompt anonymous threats to her life and that of her young son, Connor. The suspense mounts as Kara is whisked away to a remote safe house that turns out to be anything but.
The storyline of the book was pretty good, and the sex scenes were steamy, but overall it was just an OK read. The hero is what captured me from the first. He was very male, but sweet at the same time.
Anyway, I emailed 2 of my best friends about it immediately, gushing over the hero and quoting the book to them in the hopes that they would read it. Here's my favorite.
"I think you need someone in your life you can depend on, someone you can confide in when things go to hell at work, someone to massage your tired feet and your stiff shoulders, someone to bring you tea and cook a meal for you once in awhile. Someone to be there for you."
"Are you saying I need a wife."
"You need a man, Kara. A man you can open up to. A man whose passion for life matches yours. A man who grabs your hair in big fistfuls and twists and pulls it when he's fucking you. A man willing to walk the wire for you."
I then proceeded to tell my friends how I wished I could find a man just like that. Someone willing to cook for me when I was tired, listen to me when I needed to vent, confide in when I needed to and fuck me like there was no tomorrow. Side Note: I'd been three years without an orgasm at this point, so I'm sure you can forgive my crassness.
They expressed they're equal desires in finding a man like that.
So, as I was packing games for my children today to take with me to MM's house, I realized that I had found a man like this. He's cooking for us this evening. I can tell him anything. He laughs at my jokes and hugs me when I need it. I won't go into the bedroom area here, but suffice it say that things are well covered in that area as well.
How ironic that the man I'd been dreaming of is the man I'm with now.
Will wonders never cease?