Mr. President by Katy Evans

imageI met the president’s son when we were both young. Matthew Hamilton was handsome, polished, and intelligent. I’d never met a guy like him.

He promised me that he’d never run for president. I promised that if he did, I’d be by his side.

Three terms later, an invitation to join Matthew Hamilton’s campaign is the most exhilarating opportunity I’ve ever experienced. I’m determined to make a difference; he is determined to win.

Focused on his goal, Matt is steadfast, ruthless, and disarming. All eyes are on him and his popularity is surging. But soon, the next possible president of the United States is possessing me in more ways than one—and despite the risks, I’m helpless to resist.

We’re stealing touches, stealing moments, and stealing away at night. But our chemical connection is quickly becoming dangerously combustive, putting not only my heart, but Matt’s chance at the presidency on the line.

Winning will take everything. Walking away will be the hardest thing of all. 

 

Matt’s father was president of the US and was assassinated in the third year of his second term.  When Charlotte meets Matt for the first time she is 11 and he is…. who knows.  Her father is a senator and is friends with President Hamilton and has invited him to his house for dinner.  The president goes on that Matt will eventually become president himself one day.  That meeting had an impact on Charlotte, she even wrote Matt a letter saying that if he did run for president she would not only vote for him but also work on his campaign.

It’s a love story more than it is about politics.  I do have some issues with it though but it has nothing to do with politics.  First of all like it’s mentioned Charlotte meets Matt when she is 11 and it’s implied that he is in his teens, then at another point it’s implied he was in collage.  The second time she sees him is at his father’s funeral when she is 13.  So lets go with him being in his teens.  It’s is now 10 years later and Charlotte is now 22 and as we all know you have to be 35 to be able to run for president. But if you go with him being in his teens when they first met that means he would be in his late 20’s or so….. maybe early 30’s but that’s pushing it, but he is 35 when’s he runs. There is no way he could have been his teens when the met 10 years previous. The whole thing about not getting the ages right bothered me.  Petty I know, but it does.

The second thing that bothered me is Charlotte herself.  While I like Matt, he’s strong, determined and driven to not only put the country first but to do right by the American people.  Charlotte acts like a child when Matt pays her any bit of attention.  She’s like ‘ Oh.My.God. He’s looking. At Me!’ or variations of that.  She also feels like shots of electricity shoot up and down her body if he just brushes up against him. Her panties get in a twist over a kiss and just about orgasms when he touches her ever so briefly.  she goes over every kiss, analyses every movement and relives every detail.  The detailed descriptions of her feelings go on for anywhere from half a page to a page and a bit.  It gets sooooo weary just reading every butterfly in her tummy and the crackling of nerve endings, live wires shooting sparks through her body. It’s never-ending how many crackles, sparks and butterflies that she experiences. Also during one oral sex scene when Matt is going down on her she describes her labia as sex lips…. SEX LIPS!  Ugh…

I could go on about how much Charlotte annoyed me but it’s nauseating enough reading it.

I did enjoy the premise of the story, it’s something different from the usual CEO’s and millionaires stories out there. But it wasn’t enough to make up for the bits that got under my skin.

2.5 stars

Crash.

Buy: Amazon

Buy:Amazon UK

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