Stephen Marshall was the kind of guy that made a woman think of satin sheets and steamy nights, of wild fantasies involving hot tubs and whipped cream — and then brass bands, waving flags and Fourth of July parades. All-American terrific, that’s what he was; tall and bronzed, with hair the color of the sun, thick-lashed blue eyes, and a killer grin slanted against a square jaw — a true Golden Man with a body that made other men look like Don Knotts. He was even single. Unfortunately, he was also the President of the United States. So when average Ginny Baxter found herself his date for a diplomatic reception, she didn’t know if she was the luckiest woman in the country, or the victim of a practical joke. Either way, she was in for the ride of her life . . . and the man of her dreams.
