It’s the steamy summer of 2016 in Washington, D.C. just days before the Democratic National Convention. A long and painful recession has left ordinary Americans suffering, spawning the hottest Presidential Contest in history. Jack Canon, a man born into privilege, a witness to great social injustice is going to be President of the United States–no matter what! Desperate and corrupt, the leader of the free world orders a hit to slow him down. The plan backfires–the wrong people are dead–a manhunt points to the unthinkable–The President of the United States.
Rewind one year, Jack’s focus on redistribution of wealth and energy has made him powerful enemies. Once his friends, Rogue Billionaires, Oil Sheiks, the Mob, all want him gone. The current President wants him alive–thinking he can win against an unabridged liberal. A Universal Raw Nerve of wealth vs. poverty is exposed becoming a thrill ride as deep machinations of espionage, geo-politics and deception, even murder play out. Kind and charismatic, Jack’s just naughty enough to have you falling for him like one of his loving circle of loyal friends. Of course he’s flawed, a dedicated family man, faithful to one woman, but in love with two. Is it his fault his best friend is impossibly jaw dropping beautiful? Think the crime and passion of the Godfather meets the romance and innocence of Camelot. A story that could spark a movement, a book that can seed a revolution. A heart thumping climax so shocking you’ll pull the covers and draw the shades! One things for sure, through all the drama and suspense, you’ll be pulling for Jack!
Jack Canon is going to be President of the United States no matter what! This time he s ALL IN. There is a tenderness and kindness in the story, Jack Canon loves his friends.
“Lisa, you have to view yourself from a better perspective; you have a lot of great qualities.”
“That sounds like something my mother would say, Jack.” Tears started streaming down her face. “Jack, believe me, I see what’s happening to me. I’m getting older and haven’t found love, I may never find it. I’ve even considered having a baby in vitro. I’m so worried it may never happen for me.”
Lisa was spilling her guts out. “It’s just I thought she’s your favorite because she’s pretty and I’m not.”
Our waiter was back, ignoring Lisa, wiping her eyes.
He said pouring, “This is a bottle of our best Chianti compliments of the manager.” Jeffrey confided the manager on duty had called the owner of the restaurant and our being there had caused quite a stir back of house .
“Please tell your manager thank you.”
He trotted off beaming. Lisa continued the sad saga, “My dad never told me I was pretty. He used to say it to my younger sister all the time. Until the day he died, he never said I was beautiful. Even at the hospital while he lay dying I waited until he took his last breath to hear him say it, still hoping, but he never did.”
“Lisa, if that’s true it was because you’re so smart, he was focusing on that. I’m sure he thought it. Beauty is all attitude. That’s what I tell Martha and Bethany. You can talk yourself into feeling any way you want.”
“Well, I’m thirty five. I don’t think love’s in the cards for me.”
“Don’t say that. You’re talking yourself out of it. Speaking of love, have you met Bud’s girlfriend yet?”
“No, he’s keeping her all to himself, I guess.”
“Did you hear how they met?”
We were laughing together, Lisa through the tears.
“The whole office heard it, Bud bites and tells.”
“No, Jackie bit him, isn’t it wild?”
“Jackie? He calls her Jacqueline whenever I’m around. If you stop and think, Jack, it s almost Freudian.”
“Oh, you’re funny, keep that to yourself.”
“Sorry, I didn’t say it, Sandy did. Don’t kill the messenger.”
“I knew you d try to cheer me up,” Lisa said, wiping her eyes with her linen napkin.
“I don’t want to see you sad, Honey, that’s all.”
“Jack, I really am thinking of in vitro and I want to have a family even without a husband. Tell me if I’m way out of line but I’ve been fantasizing you would be my donor.”
I almost spit out the wine. Where did that come from? This can t be happening. I could barely believe my ears, didn t Lisa realize I could never father her child and not feel responsible?
“Before you say anything, I promise you no one would ever know. It would be our secret; I would take it to the grave.”
I felt my face may be getting flushed suddenly, the fireplace felt very hot, I was feeling freaked out and had to get her off the subject.
“Lisa, I’ve got a much better idea. I ll help you find someone.”
“How are you going to do what I haven’t been able to do my whole life?”
“I bet you I can do it. Give me a year. If you aren’t in a relationship by then, I’ll consider it.” If not, I could always ask Sandy to be her wingman. She’d get her drunk, dressed and out. No, that would be too easy. If I really care about her and I’m not just kidding myself then I’d want to see her in love and happy.
“Consider being my donor?”
I closed my eyes, shook my head and took a deep breath in and out, “I can’t, Honey but listen, I’m sure if you’ll do what I tell you I can help you find someone.”
“What do you think I am doing wrong?”
I didn’t have the heart to tell her. Where would I begin? First, you look frumpy as hell. Even I know Mousy Brown Bobs weren’t just meant to grow out. You don’t have to be a stylist to know sweaters, pants and flats aren’t very appealing.
Instead, I said, “First of all, you know I love you right? Well, Sweetheart you don’t realize how pretty you are. Because of that, I don’t think you try very hard.”
“Do you really think I’m pretty? I don’t believe you.”
“Lisa, you’re not making any effort. Hey, you know what would really cheer you up? Join me for the concert Saturday. We’ll fly down together and have a great time. Martha’s coming.”
“Really Jack? That would be amazing.”
“First let me treat you to the mall; you can pick out something sexy to wear.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me?”
“If you’re gonna trust me to do this, I’m not gonna pull any punches. Men are visual first, Lisa, and you need to work on that.”
“Jack, I know you’re trying to help, but shouldn’t we just go back after lunch? If we take too long, everyone’s going to blame me. You know Bud will be furious, Sandy will be pissed, and Bill will get in one of his moods. You’ve got so much to do before Saturday.”
“Who cares what the people at the office think, we’re up for this; let’s go pull out all the stops! You’re important to me, Sweetheart.”
“Do you really think it would do any good?”
“By the time I get through with you, you’ll be getting a lot of attention.” Honestly, I didn’t have a clue, but I figured anything off the rack had to be better than what she had on.
“Ya, what is it Honey?”
“I’ve always wanted to tell you you’re beautiful. Don’t take it wrong I mean in a rugged way, but you attract people like a magnet. I’m talking about real people, Jack. You’ve got charisma.”
Lisa was sounding like she had too much wine.
“Lisa, you’re a math wiz, with all the girls out there making bad choices, picking the wrong guy, the odds ought to be in your favor to get one of the good ones that’s left, right?”
“Funny, Jack, but it’s working. You’re making me feel better. I’m almost allowing myself to dream a little. Are you just getting my hopes up?”
“Lisa in a little while, you’ll be beating them off with a stick.”
“Okay, Jack I’ll give it a try. I’ll do whatever you say, I’m all in.”
What drives him?
Early in his life he witnessed unbelievable inhumanity. At the tender age of ten he vowed to someday change this cruel and unjust world.
I ll never forget the look on my dad’s face. We were stopped at a checkpoint by dangerous looking men in military uniforms. Soldiers hollering back and forth waiving weapons, searching through our things, taking anything they wanted. One guerilla was approached by an emaciated little boy with skin so thin it strained to cover his veins. Crying out, eyes bulging from hollow sockets, the child’s spindly arms grasped for the soldier’s leg. The helpless act was answered with the butt end of a rifle, sending the child violently to the ground. Semi convulsing, blood gushing from his head, the boy curled up in a tiny brown ball and went to sleep. At least that’s what my mom told me. That scene played over and over in my head growing up. It made me sad, but mostly furious, that life could be so unfair. Our family missionary trip to Africa meant to teach us love, compassion, and understanding had burned a fire in my belly so intense it stayed with me throughout my life.
That was forty years ago Today, back to back recessions have left ordinary people hurting.
One in six Americans are food challenged.
Nearly one million in the U.S. are homeless, 13% of those are employed full time.
Worldwide, two billion people, live on less than two dollars a day.
Fact: 1% of the World Population controls 50% of Global resources the rest are forced to live on what remains.
Jack’s focus on redistribution of wealth and energy has made him powerful enemies. Once his friends, Rogue Billionaires, Oil Sheiks, the Mob, all want him gone. The current President wants him alive–thinking he can win against an unabridged liberal. A Universal Raw Nerve of wealth vs. poverty is exposed becoming a thrill ride as deep machinations of espionage, geo-politics and deception, even murder play out.
Would you Risk the Crime of the Century to Set Things Right?!
I think those excerpts and the idea that there is so much tenderness between Jack and his female friends. Plus,
What does it really take to become President of the United States? Would you risk the Crime of the Century to help those less fortunate?
What is one of the main points of this book? It’s sexy! For example:
Like earlier, when Lisa and I walked into the salon the young women who walked over to greet us made quite an impression. Her movements caught my eye as we entered and I secretly hoped she’d be interacting with us. Walking like it was an art form, she slinked her way toward the front reception area and strangely unlike most people the closer she got the better she looked. An all black mini dress barely covered her. From a high collar, it scooped ultra low backless loosely draping her bottom revealing some of her sides and lowest back.
I could make out a couple tattoos without trying to hard. They were both in handwritten script; one across the exposed part of her foot read butterflies. The writing flowed beautifully at the angle of her heels. The other four lines of a story centered across her ribs. Normally I don t even like tattoos, now I’m fantasizing about tracing the letters with my tongue and tasting her skin. Once upon a time, a girl got her heart broken
Her hair was gorgeous. She wore it mid back length, stick straight, with bangs just touching the top of her softly brushed brows. Crazy, I’ve never liked black hair before, but I was fascinated by the shine.
Close up her face looked smooth as silk, like it was in soft focus. Her delicate features reminded me of a new fawn with giant eyes and a turned up nose. I thought, the lighting must be magnificent in here, so I looked over at Lisa to test the theory.
Lisa shot me a look like don’t you dare compare me to her. It wasn’t the lighting.
Face to face, I focused on her steely blue eyes under large lids covered in smoky dark charcoal. Her body language was saying no, quickly twitching her head. She looked Lisa up and down as if she was nothing, and then briefly turned a dismissive glance towards me.
Through high gloss lips that were a perfect match for a hot pink scarf she wore, she asked, “What can we do for you today?”
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