BLURB:
From authors Chelle Bliss and Brenda Rothert comes a smoldering standalone enemies to lovers romance that will, ahem…check all your boxes.
Reagan
I hate him. Jude Titan is everything that’s wrong with the male sex: cocky, domineering and loaded with swagger. Oh, and did I mention he’s a Republican? Yeah, the guy’s so conservative he leans to the right when walking. And lucky me, I’m running against him for Senate. But I’ve got plenty of fight in me. A golden boy war hero opponent with a smile that leaves melted panties in its wake? Bring. It. On.
Jude
Damn, she’s sexy. Reagan Preston intrigues me from the moment I lay eyes on her. And speaking of laying…I want between those thighs. But I want to make her burn for me first. Every debate and stolen moment is foreplay for us. She claims she hates me, but her body tells a different story. I plan to win this election, but I also want to win the sharp, fiery Democrat who captures my attention like no woman ever has. Politics is filthy, just like all the things I want to do to Reagan Preston.

Excerpt:Lexi approaches and takes my arm. She’s giving me the look. It means something’s up.
“I’m sorry, guys,” she says to the group of waiting people. “She has an interview at a news station in fifteen minutes. I have to take her.”
One of my deputy campaign managers passes out business cards to everyone who wants one. Lexi steers me toward the waiting campaign bus.
“What’s up?” I ask her as soon as we step on and the driver closes the doors.
“I got a call from a TV station manager in Springfield. He wants to know if you’re
interested in doing a Q&A thing with Titan and Sonny Solomon Wednesday evening.”
“Wednesday?” I arch my brows. “Yikes. That’s tomorrow. Not much prep time.”
“I know. I think he wants to capitalize on Titan’s announcement. I can tell him no.”
I shake my head. “No, I’m in. I’d like to size Jude Titan up in person.”
“I’ll let the manager know.”
The bus starts up, and we head toward the news station. Claire, another of my staffers, kneels in front of me and powders my nose.
“I’m sweating like a whore in church,” I say to her. “That gym wasn’t air-conditioned.”
“We’ll get you all fixed up,” Claire says. “Want me to pull up your hair to help cool you off?”
“That would be great,” I say, reaching over to open the fridge from my seat. “You want a water?”
“Sure.”
I take two bottles out and hand her one. As I open mine and take a drink, I’m thinking about meeting Jude tomorrow. I’m eager to find out if his presence is as commanding as it seemed on TV today. I’m also eager for him to see that I can bust balls with the best of them.
Jude Titan can bring it on.
I’m ready.
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