Doing it at: 50%
Catnip: Powerful men, Politics, Secret Lovers, Nobody Needs to Know, Forbidden Romance, Office Romance, Dual Narrative
Shame Scale: Low shame, it’s the week before super Tuesday, it’s topical!
Fantasy Cast: Justin Trudeau and Sophie Turner
He’s won the hearts of millions. But is he willing to lose his?
I 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.
Can I be real a second, for just a millisecond? Its an election year here in the U.S., and its has been just awful. I LOVE voting, I love dissecting debates, and reading rhetoric; but this year it has all been a tough pill to swallow. Mr. President was exactly what I needed to make me feel warm and fuzzy about the road to the White House again. Thank you Katy Evans and thank you Mr. Hamilton. We love Katy Evans here (looking at you with all the licking Remy), and we had a strong inkling this book was going to be fire.
Mr. President is the story of Matthew Hamilton — son of a beloved former president, star of a million sexual fantasies, and bearer of my favorite surname — and Charlotte, a senator’s daughter who has had a crush on him since she was eleven. Matt grew up in the White House, he watched the toll the presidency took on his parent’s marriage, he watched how it consumed his father. He never wanted that for himself, he wanted to have a real life, outside of the unrelenting spotlight that comes with being in high level politics. History has its eyes on him, and he has never been thrilled about it.
But now he’s a man, the country is a mess, and he feels that he is the only one who can change that. Matt has always had the hearts of the people, he’s their golden boy, and when he announces that he is going to run (at the tender age of 35, I googled and that is in fact the legal limit for running) he wants Charlotte on his team.
Charlotte also grew up in politics, and more than that she has an insane crush on the dreamy Mr. Hamilton, so she is at first reluctant to drop everything in her life to commit to the madness that is a presidential campaign. She also LOVES her country, full patriotism and idealism at play, she believes that Matt can make the country great again (for real, not like this nonsense we keep hearing). So she signs up, she agrees to work in very very close quarters with the hottest guy in America. And to keep her hands off him, because the last thing a single man running for president needs is a scandal with his young campaign aide. In fact, everyone in her life warns her to keep her eyes on the goal of the election and not give in to temptation:
“Just remember you’re a lady Charlotte. Ladies are always ladies first, women second. Understand?”
Being a lady is terribly overrated, guys.
Except, of course, it is not that easy. Matt and Charlotte are drawn to each other, every small, casual touch feels burned onto Charlottes’s skin. She knows that giving in to her desires could literally sabotage his entire campaign, but Mr Hamilton doesn’t want to be good, and Charlotte is only human. The pair are chemically attracted to each other and Matt is wondering what he wants more: to be in the room where it happens, or to be in Charlotte.
This book just released today, so I am going to be totally spoiler free here. Mr. President is hot, you can easily see why Charlotte – and the rest of the women in America – are obsessed with Matthew Hamilton. Charlotte herself has the easy likability that is refreshing about Evans’ heroines. She write strong women, who are dedicated to their careers– and who are never prudish in bed. The sex in Mr. President comes exactly at the half way point and there’s just enough to be satisfying without getting to the point where you actually start skipping over the dirty stuff to get back to the plot (unbelievable as it may be this HAS happened to us Shame Girls).
He rolls on a condom. He’s so big and thick, I lick my lips, screaming silently in anticipation.
“This is what you want, Charlotte.”
And then he pushes in.
He’s so thick and he moves fast, taking me by surprise with the delicious stretching sensation of my sex.
There’s something about a book where every encounter is a stolen moment that really amps up the tension and angst. And the fieriness.
I’m remembering our last time alone, a fifteen minute tryst where he followed me to the women’s bathroom, locked us in, and kissed me like crazy as he eased his fingers into my panties. He licked his fingers afterward, and I spent all day swooning whenever he met my gaze, brought the tip of his finger to his lips, and then brought out the tip of his tongue to lick it.
Part of the reason that I really loved this book is because my Hamilton obsession rages on unabated, a whole year after discovering the mixtape. I matched songs from the musical up with scenes from the book and have to wonder if Evans is a fan as well. What say you Katy, were you hearing echoes of Say No to This, as you let Charlotte and Matt draw ever closer to explosion? Or am I just a nerd, standing alone in my Hamilfandom? If anyone would like a song by song breakdown, reach out, and I’ll bore you instead of boring poor Mary.
Katy Evans did the near impossible and made me want to root for an Independent candidate (Nader-Never Forget). She has written a sweet-hot political romance, with characters I found myself deeply invested in. And she made me feel some kind of way about The Jefferson Memorial, some kind of dirty dirty way. We whole-heartedly recommend you check out Mr. President between now and election day (or after!)
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