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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.
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I really enjoyed reading Dirty WORK. I felt it was a little bit like The American President. (I loved that movie) Although, this story is a little different in the way that both Reagan Preston & Jude Titan are running for the Senate. Reagan is a Democrat and Jude is a Republican. A romance is a brewing and of course everything is kept in secret because it could be detrimental to either of them if they want to win the election.
I loved the banter/texts between Reagan and Jude. A very sexy story too! I hope there will be a sequel from these 2 authors Chelle Bliss and Brenda Rothert. They wrote Dirty Work so well.
I thought I had put myself down to review an ARC and somehow I messed that up. But, I really wanted to read this book so I bought it! A very good read and I give it 5 stars.
Reagan Preston isn’t what I had been expecting. She always appeared cute on TV, though lacking something, but in person…she is stunning. The tiny details the camera doesn’t pick up set her apart from every other female on the planet.Carl punches my arm, drawing my eyes away from Reagan. “You’re staring at her.”
“Fuck,” I mutter and clear my throat. “Did anyone notice?”
He clenches his jaw and speaks without moving his teeth or lips, and it’s unnerving. “They’re going to if you don’t stop acting like a pubescent teenager who just saw his first pair of tits.”
Carl, for all his proper etiquette, can turn on a dime. He’s been in politics for over fifteen years, but before that, he spent time in the Marines just like me. That’s why I chose him as my campaign manager. No one else could understand me unless they’d lived the life I had. When necessary, Carl knows just what to say to make me understand, but it typically makes me laugh.
“Let’s talk about the Q&A,” I say to change the subject. It’s more for me than him. I need to get Reagan out of my head, and now that he mentioned tits, those need to be wiped from my mind also. “What can I expect?”
Carl’s eyes light up as he begins to explain everything that’s about to happen. He goes over my key talking points, reminding me to mention that I’m not a politician and I served in the military.
“I got it,” I tell him before rolling my head around my shoulders to release the tension his words have put there.
Reagan grew up in the spotlight because of her father. TV cameras and interviews are nothing new to her, and this puts me at a slight disadvantage. The public will hopefully forgive me for a short time for being a newbie, before the Preston camp can use my inexperience to their advantage.
“Why don’t you roll down your sleeves? Tattoos turn off some voters.” His nose wrinkles as his eyes wander down to my forearms.
“They’re part of me, Carl. I’m a soldier, and most of us have some type of ink. I can’t hide who I am. If the voters like me, they will because they know exactly what type of man I am. The sleeves are staying up.”
“Fine,” he says through a tightly clenched jaw.
“It’s time,” a woman yells from the news set and doesn’t give Carl more time to complain. “Places, everyone.” She claps wildly and beckons us to move.
“Go get ’em, tiger,” he says with a curt nod, and I roll my eyes at the little nickname.
“Piece of cake,” I say and head toward the set. I swallow down the lump that starts to form before the fear can get to me. I’ve got this. I’ve been through far scarier situations. Having the enemy hiding with their gunsight trained at your head is more frightening than staring into the eyes of Reagan Preston.
For a moment, my mind wanders and I brush shoulders with someone. “Sorry,” I mumble and glance down at Reagan.
“It’s okay,” she whispers, looking up at me with soft blue eyes. She’s ridiculously calm and doesn’t even have a hair out of place. Her stare dips to my exposed arms. “Nice ink, by the way.”
My hand unconsciously touches the ink on my left arm. “Thanks. Are you ready for this?” I ask for some reason. I don’t care if she’s ready. I need to remind myself that we’re not friends.
We’ll never be friends.
She’s the enemy.
BRENDA ROTHERT – AUTHOR BIO:
CHELLE BLISS – AUTHOR BIO:
Chelle Bliss, USA Today Bestselling author, currently lives in a small town near the Gulf of Mexico. She’s a full-time writer, time-waster extraordinaire, social media addict, and coffee fiend. She’s written over thirteen books and has three series available. She loves spending her free time with her boyfriend, 2 cats, and her hamster.
Before becoming a writer, Chelle taught high school history for over ten years. She holds a master’s degree in Instructional Technology and a bachelor’s in history. Although history is her first love, writing has become her dream job and she can’t imagine doing anything else.