The Candidate

Lust drove us together. Our differences are driving us apart.

As the Republican Party’s front-runner for the White House in 2024, I’m the man the media praises for having a silver tongue. By day, I’m a very conservative, buttoned-up professional. By night, my wild side comes out to prowl, searching for something. I end up in The Black Room… and find her.

Sweet little Cassandra is too good for The Black Room, too innocent. That won’t stop me from showing her everything my silver tongue can do. I can already hear her crying out in ecstasy when I sink into her. Feel her soft skin under me as she follows my every direction.

And she does… except in the most important way. She won’t reveal her true name.

The mystery addicts me to her but I can’t fall for her. Can’t veer away from the carefully crafted dream I thought I wanted.

But now I want something else. Her.

Even if it costs me my political career.

Reviews

I was rewarded with a fast-moving political thriller that had my blood pumping all the way to the end. I am pleased to recommend this book. Once again, Alice Ward earned her five stars.

JJ

I never thought the political climate could get this hot in this way. Hot, hot, hot!! Wow, this is so electric from the start!

Jenifer

Excerpt

“Which toy would you like me to use on you, Apollo?” I asked him in my sexiest purr.

“You may choose, Prophetess.”

I nodded, looking over the selection. I chose a long white feather, ripped the package, and slipped it out.

When we’d made it to the sofa, I reached out, grabbed the buckle on his pants, and pulled. I loosened his belt and then unbuttoned his pants, feeling the heavy, expensive weight of the fabric, which must have been fine wool. He stood there silently, his eyes on me the whole time. When I unzipped the fly and started to lower his pants, he said, “Stop.”

I did as I was told, waiting for my next direction.

He looked me over carefully, then motioned his chin in my direction. “Take it all off.”

I nodded, lifting the straps of my camisole and sliding it off my body so that my breasts sprang free. Then I slowly wiggled my skirt to the ground. When I looked up, he was watching me curiously.

“No heels?”

He said it the way he’d made the pearls comment, like it was something to be ashamed of. I shook my head as I kicked off the skirt, leaving myself bare to him, except for the shoes and my thong. “Sorry.”

“Take everything off, then.”

There could be no other answer except to do what he asked. Of course, he liked to have all the power, whether or not it corrupted him absolutely. I stepped out of the shoes, then lifted the strings on either hip bone and let the last barrier between me and complete nakedness fall to the floor. He gazed at me without a word, but before I could wonder if he liked what he saw, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the flask. He lifted his mask to take a long gulp. Once capped, it took three tries before he was able to successfully slide it into his pocket, his eyes were so intent on me. It was then I felt the power shift into my court.

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