Well, the problem is that the cover is pretty damned homely. Usually the Preacher’s son, as Dusty Springfield informs, is a handsome sexy rogue. Not a ski-nosed, pasty-faced Harvard debate champion!
That’s true....it’s a wonder, to me, that Cruz found anyone to marry him. And now we find out that there are other women willing to hope into bed or a closet with him? I find THAT surprising, to say the least. Perhaps power, even “pseudo power” is an aphrodisiac at that. *shurgs*