Vote for Love

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He's waging the most passionate campaign of all…

Media coach Trina Powers loves grooming high-profile clients for superstardom. And signing businessman-turned-politician Dwayne Hunter could really launch her agency into the big time. But Dwayne is giving her a run for her money. The arrogant, charismatic candidate for Texas state senate acts like he doesn't need anyone! Trina knows she's got to soften his harsh edges. She also knows she's playing a dangerous game…especially when...

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Overview

He's waging the most passionate campaign of all…

Media coach Trina Powers loves grooming high-profile clients for superstardom. And signing businessman-turned-politician Dwayne Hunter could really launch her agency into the big time. But Dwayne is giving her a run for her money. The arrogant, charismatic candidate for Texas state senate acts like he doesn't need anyone! Trina knows she's got to soften his harsh edges. She also knows she's playing a dangerous game…especially when Dwayne unleashes his potent blend of take-charge masculinity and tender sensuality.

Though the price of politics may be her heart.

Dwayne learned about love the hard way and isn't ready to trust another woman. But Trina's not just any woman. With her by his side, he knows he could go far—on and off the campaign trail. But mixing politics and passion could derail his career…especially when the power plays—and scandals—start flying. And now a secret in Trina's past is casting the ballot against them. Unless Dwayne can wage a new campaign: to vote her in as his running mate for life.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780373861446
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 1/1/2010
  • Series: Harlequin Kimani Romance Series , #169
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 224
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.60 (h) x 0.70 (d)

Meet the Author

Anita Bunkley is an NAACP Image Award nominee and a member of the Texas Institute of Letters. She was voted one of the fifty favorite African American authors of the twentieth century by the online African American Literature Book Club. Her novels and anthologies have appeared in numerous book clubs and bestseller lists in both hardcover and paperback. Writing about and for women of color is her passion.

A full-time writer, she is a former teacher of English, French and Spanish. Anita lives in Houston, Texas with her husband, Crawford. She is represented by Denise Marcil Literary Agency, Inc. New York, NY.
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Dwayne Hunter slid his gaze over the packed hotel ballroom, feeling a lot less nervous about his first political debate than when he first stepped onto the stage. So far, his battle of words with his opponent had gone better than he'd hoped, but he wondered how many of the attendees were now convinced that Dwayne Hunter—a political novice with no name recognition—deserved their vote.

"And now for the final question from the audience," the moderator announced, slamming down her gavel three times to quiet the room. The loud cracks did little to calm the boisterous group crowded into the Sonesta Houston Hotel to witness the first showdown between Andy Casey and Dwayne Hunter, candidates for Texas Congressional District 34.

Dwayne raised his eyebrows at the moderator, gave her a nod and then turned his attention to a man in a blue T-shirt and baggy jeans who was making his way to the microphone at the foot of the stage.

Standing taller, Dwayne rotated his shoulders and beamed a dazzling smile into the audience, hoping to appear prepared for whatever question was coming his way. However, just as he opened his mouth to welcome the man to the debate and ask for his question, Dwayne was distracted by an attractive young woman who rushed toward the stage from the back of the room.

She had tea-tan skin and short dark hair with a sweep of long bangs to one side. Her pencil-slim denim skirt was slit up to the thigh, her high-heeled black boots hugged shapely calves and her tight-fitting sweater defined obviously well-toned arms. An oversize black leather hobo bag swung from one shoulder, keeping time with gold loop earrings dangling from her ears. A generous stack of thin gold bracelets jangled as she walked, drawing everyone's attention as she slipped into a vacant seat directly in front of Dwayne.

The woman, who seemed oblivious to the rumbling voices in the highly charged audience, settled in and gazed at Dwayne with wide, steady eyes, as if determined to make sure he noticed her. The way she clamped her lips together and up-tilted her jaw forced Dwayne to narrow his eyes in suspicion. Was she going to start some trouble? Heckle him? Shout her support of Andy Casey? Or maybe she worked for the media, he silently calculated, curious about who this gorgeous sister was and what was on her agenda.

The man from the audience, who had finally reached the microphone, interrupted Dwayne's mental speculation. "Mr. Hunter," he announced, bringing Dwayne back to the moment. "My name is Bob Horton."

"Oh. Yes. Thank you for coming, Bob," Dwayne replied, shifting his focus from the determined beauty to the speaker. "Now, what's your question? "

"You're the president of the Citizens' Coalition for Public Transportation—CCPT, aren't you?" he asked.

"I am," Dwayne agreed.

"Where do you stand on the Southeast Parkway? Is the state planning to run a section of that highway straight down the middle of Fisherton?"

"That may be true," Dwayne acknowledged. "Section 27 may cut through Fisherton, but nothing has been settled yet."

"If that happens, the road is gonna split the town in half, cut my auto repair shop off from all my customers and put me…and a lotta other folks…outta business. What do you have to say about that?"

Thunderous claps of support erupted and a few people even stood and whistled. However the attractive young woman boring holes into Dwayne with her wide brown eyes, remained as immobile as a mannequin in a department store display.

A voice flew at Dwayne from the back of the room. "That's right! Keep the Southeast Parkway out of Fisherton!"

"Yeah. Scrap the damn parkway! We don't want it!" another shouted, heightening the energy in the room while extending the applause.

Dwayne held his body very still until the noisy hooting had died down. This kind of outburst was never good, but he knew how to use it to his advantage and score positive points with voters. He raised his hand to quiet the room.

"Well, Mr. Horton," Dwayne began, formulating his statement. "I'm glad you asked that question. My opponent supports the current design, but I do not. Casey has been your state senator for twenty years, but he doesn't understand his constituency's concerns. If I am elected to represent you, I will vigorously push to reroute Section 27 into less populated portions of the county."

A swell of cheers slammed into Dwayne with such force it made him jerk back in surprise. He'd struck a chord that resonated with the people, connecting with them in a positive way. Fueled by this spontaneous acceptance, Dwayne tilted forward, leaned over the front edge of the podium and expanded on the flawed rationale of the current design while offering his alternative. Staying on message, he hammered home his point, totally caught up in making his case.

"If you mean what you say, you got my vote," Bob Horton promised, stepping away from the microphone to return to his seat.

"Trust me, Mr. Horton. I always mean what I say," Dwayne called out after making a quick check of the sultry woman whose eyes had never left his face.

What is it with this woman? he thought, paying no attention to the loud applause that filled the room. It was impossible to read her nonexpressive features. He couldn't tell if she supported him, disliked him or had come to challenge him, and her impassive demeanor irritated the hell out of Dwayne.

"Thank y'all for coming out," the moderator shouted, concluding the debate. "Support your candidate of choice by voting, volunteering and getting involved. Good night and God bless."

Relieved to have his first debate behind him, Dwayne stepped away from his podium, pleased that he'd gotten a good push at the end. Five weeks into his state senate campaign he was still adjusting to the enormous differences between running a publishing company and running for office. However, managing DH Enterprises—his multimedia publishing firm that produced Texas travel books targeted to the African-American market—had helped Dwayne forge statewide relationships that were serving him well.

Dwayne crossed the stage, thinking about the weeks and months that lay ahead—to the intensity of his political race, which was rapidly turning his life upside down. Campaigning was a 24/7, nonstop slog that would not end until the last ballot was counted in September. The all-consuming nature of his political race still amazed him. The constant travel, ever-present media and delicate maneuvering among different constituencies were relentless, but necessary if he planned to build a solid political base.

To avoid any conflict of interest issues, he had turned management of his company over to his vice president, and now instead of worrying about printing deadlines, paper quality and the cost of ink, he fretted over the high price of media airtime and how to get his message out across his far-flung district.

Stepping down from the stage, Dwayne headed over to Andy Casey to thank the seasoned politician for a lively, informative exchange.

"Thank you, Mr. Hunter," Casey stressed with great swagger as he ran a hand over his silver-white hair. "Decent turnout for a Tuesday night this early in the campaign. I think the people got a clear picture of where you and I differ."

"They'll hear a lot more over the next four months. You can count on it," Dwayne promised just as Mrs. Casey arrived to escort her husband toward a knot of people who wanted to take their picture with the elder statesman.

"Dwayne! Over here!" a voice called out over the clamor of the departing crowd.

Dwayne turned and made an affirmative hand signal to Ray Foster, his campaign manager, who was motioning him toward a group of ladies holding on to cameras, prepared to snap their pictures with the candidate.

"Give me a minute. Be right there," Dwayne replied to the mastermind of his campaign while trying to check the room for the mystery woman whose eyes had been stuck on him like darts on a board. His face went slack with disappointment. Her seat was empty. She was nowhere to be seen.

Where'd she go so fast? he silently questioned, distractedly shaking hands with a well-wisher who approached him.

"Good job, Dwayne," Ray Foster remarked as he guided his boss into a photo op with a young man holding a Hunter's the One! placard.

"Thanks," Dwayne replied, smiling past Ray and into a camera. Why'd she have to leave so damn soon? he mentally grumbled, craning his neck above the head of a slim middle-aged woman dressed in red, white and blue who stepped forward and pumped his hand. "Mr. Hunter, you can count on my support," she vowed gustingly. "What can I do to help your campaign?"

"I appreciate that, ma'am," he told her. "Talk to this man," he said, gesturing toward Ray. "He can give you all the information you need to get involved."

"Oh, great," she said. "You are definitely the one to beat Andy Casey and I plan to help you do just that."

"Wonderful. I can use all the help I can get," Dwayne jokingly replied, barely paying attention to the woman as his eyes darted across the near-empty ballroom. He had to find her—had to find out who that sizzling sister was and if she was on his side or not.

From an alcove near a side exit door, Trina Powers kept her eyes on Dwayne Hunter while he posed for photographs and chatted with a parade of wide-eyed women. As Trina watched Dwayne work the crowd, her mind spun with possibilities. Damn, he was one fine brother, with charm oozing from every pore, and she could tell by the way he shook an elderly lady's hand with both of his that he knew how effective a gracious greeting could be. Every woman in the room must be fantasizing about doing more to Dwayne Hunter than voting for him, Trina thought, calculating that he probably wouldn't hesitate to use his swoon effect on her, either, if the occasion arose.

Though his smile was impressive and bursting with confidence, she noticed that he unconsciously dipped his head in a gesture of humility whenever the cameras flashed.

Trina leaned slightly forward to get a better view as Dwayne greeted a man in a blue security guard uniform. She smiled when Dwayne placed one hand on the guard's shoulder while they spoke, as if to reassure the man that he was listening.

Good move, Trina thought, approving the candidate's one-on-one interaction with the public. Off the stage and out of the spotlight, Dwayne was coming off as the friendly, down-home guy next door with whom you'd like to share a burger and a beer. However, while making his case before the audience, he hadn't projected this easygoing side of his personality. He'd been rather formal, a bit too correct, poised and intellectual. What he needed was someone to show him how to fuse the two personas into one powerfully appealing personality that would draw voters like a magnet.

What he needs is a coach, Trina concluded, buzzed by the challenge of shaping this particular candidate because evaluating a person's ability to deliver a message and connect with an audience was what Trina did for a living.

As the owner of Faces Front, Trina often attended political debates and election rallies while scouting for clients for her media-consulting agency. Detecting and correcting flaws in a person's presentation skills allowed her to turn out media-savvy clients who rarely made a wrong move in front of a camera or worried about bungling an interview. Whether she was working with a CEO preparing for a shareholder meeting, an athlete wanting to improve his sound bite talk, a television news reporter hoping to step up her game or a sales executive itching to refine his pitch—Faces Front could bolster confidence, eliminate fears and assist in crafting messages that hit home with positive results.

During Trina's five years in the consulting business, no potential client had ever presented the kind of challenge that Dwayne Hunter represented. She knew exactly what he needed to do to improve his media presence, but worried that he might not listen to her. She was eager to work with him, yet feared getting too close. Snagging this newcomer to the political scene would be a major coup, but she had to proceed with caution. What was she so worried about? she wondered, puzzled by the effect he was having on her.

For most of the night's debate, she had remained in the back of the room jotting down notes and drafting plans for his program if she were lucky enough to sign Hunter as a client. However, after moving up front to analyze his facial expressions, she had quickly realized that he was watching her as intently as she was watching him. At that moment, something inside Trina snapped. Like a rubber band released of great tension. As if some part of her had shifted into its proper place.

Dwayne Hunter intrigued Trina. No African-American had ever run for the senate from District 34, and the publicity surrounding his campaign was escalating by the day. His bid for the public office had become one of the most talked about races of the election season and the excitement would only continue to build.

He's not the greatest debater, but he's not a total disaster, either, she concluded, mentally summing up the event. He knows how to work a room, but does he know how to control a press conference? Deliver the right sound bite in a national news spot? Luckily, Mr. Hunter's got it goin' on in the looks department that's for damn sure, but he's gonna need a whole lot more than that to get elected, she observed, eyeing him with approval.

During her background reading on Dwayne Hunter, she'd learned that he was thirty-seven years old, had never been married, that his publishing business had made him financially secure and that he was a driven businessman who went after what he wanted.

Hunter had potential—and not only as a client, Trina had to admit, unable to ignore his impressive presence. He was a dark brown tower of a man brimming with unleashed power, with energy just waiting to be channeled in the right direction. Broad-shouldered and impeccably dressed in a dark gray suit and a crisp white shirt, he struck an imposing, sophisticated figure. His sharply molded features, closely cut hair, neatly trimmed mustache and piercing black eyes added authority to his statesman-like appearance, while his firm grasp of the issues provided insight into his intellectual intelligence.

Now, the crowd thinned considerably as television reporters and their camera crews hurried off to prepare for the ten o'clock news. The debate moderator and a man holding an unlit cigar exited through the double doors leading to the lobby, with Dwayne starting out behind them. Trina knew she could not linger in the shadows any longer. Straightening her spine, she started after the candidate, weaving through the rows of empty chairs to catch up with Dwayne and make a connection.

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