Meet Jonathan Brond of ELITE; First Book of the Elite Doms of Washington

Lovely: Elite Doms of Washington (Book 1)

By the age of thirty, Congressman Jonathan Brond had mastered his work, his reputation and the art of female seduction while keeping his family’s political legacy intact. To the rest of the world he appears a committed public servant – with no time to settle down with a woman. But reporter Clarisse Walker suspects Jonathan Brond’s story contains more than a desire to rise up the political ranks. 


The Interview Part One

Clarisse Walker stepped inside the Four Seasons’ lobby and inhaled the smell of Chanel No. 5 perfume and roses. She chose the venue in Georgetown as the setting for her interview with Congressman Jonathan Brond knowing he’d fit right in with the old money crowd. Besides, the hotel offered a charming formal tea on Sunday afternoons, and she hoped the casual atmosphere might relax the enigmatic man. She’d had enough of regurgitating politicians’ platforms in her column. This time she wanted to reveal the man—the real man.

When he arrived looking like he’d just stepped off a men’s fashion runway, she knew she chose the right location. Congressman Brond belonged in luxury settings.

A waitress set down a silver tray brimming with finger sandwiches before them and nodded once at the congressman, as if relaying a secret code.

After he folded himself onto an overstuffed chintz sofa, she pulled out her pad, pen and a small digital recorder.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet with me,” she said. She turned on the digital tape recorder without asking his permission. It was bold, but whatever…

He smiled. “High tea. An interesting choice.”

Ignoring her move. Okay, then. He adjusted his jacket—no ordinary Brooks Brothers’ suit. Of course, a member of the Brond family could afford Armani if he chose.

“You like tea?” she asked.

“I like ceremony. May I?” He held up a small silver pot.

She shook her head. She preferred coffee. “Your father seems particularly proud of your accomplishments. Thirty-years old seems awfully young to have risen to such prominence.”

“Are you sure?”

“Well, only a handful of people have ever been elected–

“No, I meant about the tea.”

“Okay, just a little.”

He held his tie as he poured her a full cup.

She studied him.  “You don’t mind being here. Sitting on a flowered couch, drinking tea in a room full of older women who still eat cucumber sandwiches.”

He chuckled.

She held the cup up to her lips and dared a return smile. “I think it’s because you’re more comfortable around women.”

He leaned back against the sofa cushion. A bouquet of fresh roses graced the table next to him. Instead of feminizing the man, the environment only showcased his masculinity.

Well, she wasn’t about to be intimidated. “So, tell me, Congressman. What’s the real story about your break-up with Laurel Dane?”

“Jumping right into it, are we? Did you ask Senator McCauley about his personal life?”

“You read my piece on him last week. I’m flattered.”

He leaned forward and his energy nearly sent her back into the cushions. “I don’t talk about women I’ve been involved with. Do you have any real questions?”

“These aren’t real?”

“No one cares about my personal life. They care about how I use my life to make theirs better.”

“Voters care. Are you a good politician?”

“You tell me.”

“Are you a good boyfriend?”

“Define good.”

“The two are probably similar. Loyal. Attentive.”

“Then, yes, I’m good.”

The innocent word sounded anything but coming out of his mouth. “But you’re still single,” she said. Why not push it a little?

He rubbed his chin. “Why is this relevant?”

“Voters put married people in the White House.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

“Your father seems to think you’ll be in the Oval Office within eight years.”

He sighed. “My father is ambitious.”

“Aren’t you?”

“Ambition that oversteps experience is dangerous. You can quote me on that.”

“Are we still talking about the White House or marriage?”


“You date a lot.”

“Been Googling me, Miss Walker?”

The chastisement in his gaze made her feel as if he’d caught her downloading porn.

“I’m a single man. I won’t deny I enjoy the company of beautiful women.”

“But you don’t keep them around very long.”

“Or, they don’t keep me.”

Now that was a surprise. Could this man have a humble streak? Nah. “I doubt that’s the case. None of them—even Laurel Dane—had nothing but glowing praise for you.”

“Undeserved, I’m sure. No one pleases everyone.”

“You seem to.”

He stood. “Let me know when you’d like to conduct a real interview, Miss Walker. I’m busy—”

He stopped short and sent a stony gaze to her hand that had magically affixed itself to his forearm. She quickly dropped her hand back to her lap.

“I apologize, congressman, I just wanted to—”

“I know what you need, Miss Walker.”

She studied her fingers. She said want, right? “It’s-it’s an opportunity for you. To set the record straight.”

He smiled. “You mean for you.”

“You can clear up certain . . . rumors. No one seems to know much about you.”

He plucked a white hair from her shoulder.

“I have a cat,” she whispered. “Do you have a pet? How about a dog? Isn’t it mandatory to have a dog once you’re in Congress?”

“No. No, pets.”

“Not even a goldfish?”

“Not even a goldfish.”

“But, lots of ex-girlfriends.” She might go to hell for pushing, but she couldn’t seem to stop her mouth.

He tilted his head. “You’re going to write what you want. The question is, are you interested in the truth?”


“Are you sure?”

She swallowed and nodded once.

“Then turn off the tape recorder.”

“But, I—“

“If you want me to answer your questions—the ones your mouth can’t seem to stop asking—you’ll turn it off. Then we can have a real conversation.”

She switched off the machine and placed it in his outstretched hand. He fingered the device as he eyed her up and down. Finally, he sat and gestured for her to join him on the couch.

“Now, Miss Walker, what do you want to know?”

~~~Read part two here~~

Part Two of Jonathan Brond Interview; ELITE’s Hero Seduces . . .

Jonathan Brond Interview Part Two

“Congressman?” Clarisse held out the tray filled with cream cheese and salmon on triangle toasts.
He waved it off and sipped his mimosa. She noticed the waitress brought the drink without him having to order it. The thought he’d been here before—had drink preferences well known by the primarily female staff—stirred something in her belly. Just ask the questions, she reminded herself.
“Like I said, we know so little about you,” she said.
“Well, Google doesn’t seem to know you’re alive except for your speeches, your congressional profile and your congressional web site. Why is that? Usually when someone is so hard to find they have something they’re trying hard to hide.” She took another sip of tea. “But, you are dating. A blond, I think?”
Clarisse caught the small twitch in his jaw, the slight narrowing of his eyes. Bull’s eye. She didn’t know where she got the balls to say it out loud, but she wasn’t about to walk away from this interview with nothing but perfectly polished, politician bullshit.
He set his glass down and picked a piece of lint off his pants. “I date the American people.”
“You’ve never been married.”
“Have you ever been in love, Congressman?”
“Perhaps. But, it’d be asking a lot from someone to return that sentiment.”
“To love you?”
“To have them to put up with the scrutiny that comes from being with a public figure.”
“Is that why you have a set time limit for your relationships?”
“Who said I had a limit?”
“Google images. So many pictures of you with women.”
He smiled. “And, here I thought all you found were my speeches.”
“What’s the longest any woman has ever lasted with you?”
“Counting would be rude. Besides, like I said, being the girlfriend, or wife, of a member of Congress is a tough job.”
“You haven’t always been a member of Congress.”
“But that’s where you’ve always been headed, right?”
“That’s been the plan.”
“And now?”
The tension in his jaw returned.
She paused when he didn’t answer. “You did say I could ask you anything.”
“I did answer. It just wasn’t the answer you wanted.”
She shifted in her chair and tried not to show what she was trying to do: shift her damp thong.  She cleared her throat. “How do your work associates perceive you?”
“I hope they see I’m an asset to the party. I am deeply committed to making a difference. There. Your cliché for the day.”
Jesus, that smile alone must have bought him Ohio in the primaries. She swallowed. “How about your family? How do they see you?”
“I hope the same as my work associates. As an asset.”
The coldness of that statement hit her in the chest. “Strange way to call yourself.”
“Yes, an ‘asset.’”
“Not in my family.” He casually sipped his drink.
“Your father was instrumental in your election.”
“Was he?”
She could tell he fought with a smile that threatened to take hold of his face.  “Well, who are you closest to in your family?”
“Sarah. She was a terrific big sister. She taught me a lot.”
“Like what?”
His smile was worthy of a panther ready to strike.  “Life skills.”
She darted her eyes to the left to a group of elderly women admiring a silver tea stand. She wanted to see if they might overhear. “How important is sex in your life?”
He didn’t flinch at the abrupt change in subject. “How important is it to you?”
Heat washed her from her head to toe.
“Just what I thought,” he said.
“Excuse me?”
He shifted in his seat and beckoned her to pitch forward, as if he was going to impart a secret.
“What are you doing for the rest of the day, Clarisse Walker?”

Read more about Jonathan’s escapades in ELITE.


Lovely: Elite Doms of Washington (Book 1)