Book Genre: Romantic Thriller
Publisher: Itoh Press
Release Date: December 15, 2013
Buy Link(s): https://amzn.com/B00HC290W8
Two months have passed since the long awaited inauguration of the New President of the United States – Jack Canon. Now he must live up to his promises. The World is wounded, people are hurting, the new President must keep the country afloat. Jack leads a very full life – The first couple’s relationship is hot with passion, but he can never admit that to Sandy, his best friend who is also head over heels in love with him. The Women of the House provide a welcome distraction while helping with the arduous task of running the country.
As President Jack must make tough decisions: Global Terrorism, Human Trafficking, Korea on the brink of war, all while thwarting International Greed. Women of the House is a story of noble sacrifice at extremely high cost. Who’s going to be the first to be strong enough and willing to pay? It’s not all work in Women of the House – Think the Wedding of the Decade meets the Crime of the Century.
Jack Canon’s Women of the House, is a story filled with Love, Lust, and Loyalty where passions can run wild! In Sandora’s monumental sequel, patriotism and valor mingle with an undying love that refuses to quit. Ride along as Jack Canon fights back against the most evil people on the planet. Readers are sure to embrace this unforgettable tale which will appeal to fans of political adventure, suspense and romance alike. Jack Canon’s Women of the House is a story of kindness, passion and courage that can’t be separated.
I’m originally from the Portland, Maine area and lived and worked there for years before moving to Southwest Florida. I am currently working on the sequel to Jack Canon’s American Destiny – which will be titled Jack Canon Clean Sweep. The sequel will be available in about three months.
My Dad and Mom were artists, my father painted and my mother wrote poetry and loved to garden. Most Saturdays we loaded up the 1970 Chevy Impala to trek to a one man show somewhere or other. I took a different track graduating with a business degree; owning and operating an Award Winning Franchise Fitness Center. Currently a professional manager I am living in Florida with my beautiful wife and children, and following my passion.
Some of my other projects include a children’s book called Sammy the Sea Turtle – about an infant sea turtle taken from his nest the night he was to find his way to the sea. Sammy lives with the family until their son – the boy who took him, graduates from high school. On that day Sammy, backpack in tow – begins the long journey home.
My second project in the works involves angels – a man during a visit to Bar Harbor Maine encounters an angel; quite accidentally, he is told – she was not supposed to make him aware of her existence. Only three others have ever seen the real thing. Naturally he falls hopelessly in love with the beautiful creature.
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“You’d be like the Pied Piper of sex appeal.” He answered, his eyes glued to Sandy’s milky white thighs.
“Thanks, Tip, I guess that’s a compliment –right?”
Tip was looking like he wanted to ask her a question.
“Tip, is there something on your mind,” Sandy asked, being nice.
“I wanted to ask you…I mean see if you would tell me, why I have so much trouble…”
“With women?” Finishing his question, stating the obvious.
“This should be good,” I said, handing Sandy my card, “Get something nice for you, too.”
“Tip, you watching? – Jack knows how to treat a woman. It’s a wonder you haven’t picked up anything—being around him all this time.”
“I just thought he had some sort of special charisma or something I don’t.” Tip answered.
“Well you’re right about the charisma, but really there’s something else – and I think it would help, but you’ve got to be honest.”
“What,” Tip asked anxiously—genuinely wanting pointers.
“The first time I met Jack, he didn’t mention he was a Senator. I walked into an old mattress store – not knowing what I was going to find—Jack looked into my eyes… like an equal. Sure, since then he’s put me on a pedestal, but let me ask you, Tip. What’s the first thing you see when you look at a woman? Be brutally honest – just this once, I won’t mind. “
“I don’t know – it’s different every time, I usually focus on something that catches my eye—like boobs, hair, legs –Tip explained like he’d be getting extra credit for being thorough.
Sandy shook her head, “It’s worse than I thought. You know what I felt the first time Jack looked at me?”
“What?” Tip asked, curious.
“Like… he saw me – as a person – a whole person, not just an object.”
“Tip, when I look at a woman as parts it’s intimidating for me, too.” I said, trying to make him feel better.
Sandy crossed her leg and starting rolling her ankle, “Tip, what do you see when you look at me?”
“You want me to be honest?”
“Of course—I can’t help you if you’re not.”
“Well today I noticed your hips, but I always love your soft doe face.”
Sandy looked puzzled, “Soft doe face? What is that?”
“He means you have a very feminine pretty face – there’s no hardness in it.”
Tip added, “The women I see usually have rougher facial features.”
“Where are you meeting these girls, Tip?”
“Strip clubs mostly.”
“That’s nasty Tip! Ewe!”
“Beautiful woman are intimidating – at the clubs the girls are really friendly, easy going.”
“They’re friendly because it’s their job – they’re easy because you’re paying them—would you want to marry a girl from one of your clubs?”
“No, but I feel comfortable. I know it’s a job.”
“Gross, Tip, that’s so sad.”
“A lot of agents have trouble meeting women.”
“You need some serious help!” Sandy sounded like a concerned sister.
I coaxed, “He needs a good woman, – do you think you could introduce him to one of your girlfriends?”
“I’d really appreciate any advice you could give me, Sandy.” Tip was sincere.
“Tip’s not ready for one of my friends – seriously the girls I know are very needy emotionally – he’d be lost.”
Trying to help persuade her, “So, you’re basically resigning him to a life of strip clubs and hookers?”
Sandy looked at me wide-eyed, raising her eyebrows, “Crude, Jack, you’re enjoying this aren’t you.” She turned to Tip, “You’re a good man, – you deserve to be happy. Tell me Tip, what do you think women want?”
“I don’t really know – I guess – to be made happy?”
“So how would you do it then – make a girl happy that is?”
“Agree with her, make her feel important, give her things I guess.”
“That’s a start, but a woman needs so much more. She wants someone who can share in her emotions without being swallowed up by them. A man who will take his time with her and make time for her—She doesn’t want to be rushed, but still likes spontaneity and excitement. She wants to feel like your equal and be respected for what she brings to the relationship. And, I’m just scratching the surface here.”
“Men…do all this?”
“Some do—Jack does this stuff—he’s kind… caring—he listens. Jack enjoys what women are all about—He looks with great passion. Tip,—she wants to know that you’re desirable to other women and she didn’t just get stuck with you.”
“What about…?” Tip stopped himself, embarrassed.
“The bedroom…She’ll forgive you. Don’t worry she’ll follow your lead. Just don’t make her feel bad by talking about it later. That’s the one place you can sort of be yourself…I can’t believe I’m saying this—the poor thing …take it slow.”
“Are there classes?”
“A good woman will teach you.”
“Did Jack know all this?”
“Are you kidding? All he had was a smile when I met him – and a wandering eye. It’s taken me years of subtle clues and hints to train him.”
“Some not so subtle,” I said, poking fun.
“She wants a friend – but not a guy that makes her feel responsible to make the first move or like she’s a locker room pal.”
Tip looked puzzled, “I’m lost.”
“Jack, just for fun – tell Tip what you’re really thinking… right now.”
“You’re serious –now? No holds barred – what I’m really thinking?”
“Yes, something you’d normally never share with me.”
Tip chuckled, “This oughta be good.”
“Before you do… let me guess.” Sandy squinted and looked up to the left then to the right – “Something about my panties?”
“Close—what was left of those cutoffs you were wearing that day by the lake.”
“I was really close then. Tip, what did you think Jack was thinking?”
“I would have said World peace – you know to make you happy.”
“Coward- okay tell the truth what are you thinking right now?”
“The truth… really? – what it would be like – you know…if you were my girlfriend.” Sandy rolled her eyes, pursing her lips.
“Not going to happen- but I’ll help. We just have to start really slow.”
“Jack gets to say what’s on his mind and you’re okay with it?”
“There’s a lot of trust built up that you and I don’t share. Stop whining – that’s a deal killer for sure.”
“You asked though. I thought you wanted honesty?”
“Sometimes…oh forget it…”
Tip cut her off, “Am I a lost cause then?”
“No, I didn’t say…don’t feel like that – we’ve got something to work with. You’re good looking – dangerous – you might be a girl’s worst mistake, at least for the first few, but you’ll learn as you go.”
“So will you set me up with one of your friends? One who looks most like you—preferably?”
“Sweet, Tip…, but wrong. Not when you don’t understand the first thing about a woman. They’d thank me at first, but you wouldn’t last two weeks with one of my friends – try to imagine flying too close to a super nova. They’d burn you up and drag you into an emotional black hole. You’d never escape!”
“I can keep a woman safe, at least.”
“Of course you can. A woman wants to feel safe, understood, but she also wants a man that isn’t afraid of her -someone who can be honest. Tell her the truth once in a while. Then grab her and make love without asking. A woman wants to live the full range—she wants you to be able to feel her emotions with her – from misery to elation. Can you do that?”
“I can try.”
“That-a-boy, let’s go out sometime and find you someone suitable. A starter girlfriend.”
“That will be great, are you free tonight?”
“Tonight? I guess so – you don’t need for anything, do you, Jack?”
“No I’m good – take him out – it’s on me.” I was happy to make the offer. Sandy would have a project and I wouldn’t feel guilty about leaving her behind.
“We’ll find you a girl with a doe face. You’ll have to show me – but once I know – I’m sure we can find you one. If that’s what you want.”
“Really? This will be great. Sandy, I’ll owe you!”
“You’ll owe me big time!”