The Phoenix Campaign:
Ambition. Lust. Sacrifice. Politics just got a whole lot sexier.
Grace Colton’s life is a blur—security, appearances, and a desperately fast ramp-up to Election Day. Political consultant Jared Rankin is pulling the strings to win the White House with the Conover-Colton ticket.
But the fragile relationship Grace and Jared forged could be ruined by secrets traded for political leverage. She’s hiding her new relationship with Jared from the public, and concealing a deeper secret from everyone.
When Grace reveals the explosive truth to her running mate, squeaky-clean Senator Conover must confront his own haunted past. Grace’s future—and their campaign—could be ruined by the lies meant to protect what they love most.
Peek behind the curtain and under the covers in this sexy political drama that exposes the true cost of ambition, lust and sacrifice.
The Phoenix Campaign is an erotic romance set in the world of presidential election politics. Recommended for mature readers due to sharp dialogue, wickedly hot sex, and a few delicious taboos. This full-length novel is second in a series but can be read as a standalone.
The Phoenix Candidate:
Jared and I are alone in the back of a Secret Service SUV as we drive to a suburban neighborhood where a nice nuclear family and our campaign ad specialists are waiting.
“How’d you draw the short straw and get saddled with me today?” I ask Jared.
“Saddled? I like the sound of that.” Jared’s chuckle suggests several dirty things he could do with horse tack and leather.
I roll my eyes. “I can’t say ten words without you going straight to innuendo.” I pull back from him and sit primly in my seat, crossing my arms and ankles, but my eyes spark with mischief.
“Sometimes I think you exist to torture me.” His hand snakes over to my knee.
I playfully bat it away. “Sometimes I think you like it.”
“Darlin’, I always like it.” He tries reaching for me again and this time I don’t push him away, letting his finger trace a path across my kneecap. His expression is serious, his eyes fixed on my mouth as his fingers make steady progress up my thigh.
I point to the front of the car. “You sure the privacy screen is enough?”
“Let’s test it out.” His raw, dirty chuckle sends a thrill up my spine. My neck bends to his seeking lips as he nips his way from earlobe to collarbone.
I sigh as I let my knees fall open a little, and purr as Jared pushes my legs further apart. His fingers demand access and I give it, eager to feel the pure, simple high of my lover’s touch.
It’s more than the fact that he lights up my body, sends electricity zinging to every corner of my body. It’s the fact that he sees me, both my polished side meant for public consumption, and my rough edges that make me flawed, fragile, and unique.
I revel in his touch, his kiss, and a familiar tug in my core tells me he’s ratcheting up his demands on my body, his fingers demanding my response. My hand slides up his thigh, eager to take, take, take. When his fingers connect with my panties, my breath hitches and my stomach flutters.
“Always so ready,” he growls in my ear, his tongue seeking, his lips teasing.
My breathing shallows as his fingers find their way past the silk barrier, flicking my clit until I throb with need. I glance out the glazed car windows, hoping we have enough time to get me to where I need to be. “More,” I pant.
“I’ll give you more.” Jared’s fingers work me into a frenzy and I’m gasping, shuddering, ready to fling myself off a precipice and spiral into climax and bliss. But then his hand stills.
“Don’t stop now,” I beg him. The car turns onto a residential street and I thrust my hips forward in the seat, desperate to connect with his fingers again.
“We have to.” He pulls his hand from beneath my skirt and I moan with frustration. The devious glint in his eyes betrays his intention.
I grab his wrist. “You meant to stop here?”
He grins. “Guilty.”
I roll his hand over, exposing two fingers that are slick with my moisture. “I hate you a little right now.”
“Oh, but darlin’, I love you.” His cocky smile tells me he’s delighted to be leading me where he wants to go. Even though I fight him on policy, on tactics, and on every decision he makes to propel me forward in this campaign, this little game reaffirms his control when we’re behind closed doors.
“You. Tease.” I breathe tease like an accusation.
“That’s the idea. The wondering is half the fun. The waiting. The wanting.”
I pull his hand toward me, locking my eyes on his and taking those two fingers deep into my mouth. I lick him clean, leaving no question of what I could offer him in return. “Just remember that’s what you’ll be missing out on next time you tease me.”
“You think denying me will put you in control?” He tilts his head, his slow drawl dangerously low. “Two can play at this game.”
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Heidi Joy is a sucker for campfires, craft cocktails, and steamy romance in books and real life. She sings along with musicals (badly), craves French carbs, and buys plane tickets the way some women buy shoes.
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