Series: Club Exposure #2
Author: Ivy Nelson
Genre: BDSM Romance
Release Date: March 3, 2022
Sometimes love is messier than politics.
It's worse when the two get tangled.
Darci Sanders has spent her career fighting injustice. That fight includes keeping the wrong man out of the White House. It's exhausting work and sometimes she likes to let loose at her favorite spot, Club Exposure. That's where she met him. The sexy soldier who turned her world upside down... then disappeared.
Former soldier turned campaign manager, Bradley Givens just wants to see his candidate win the election. While blowing off some steam at Club Exposure he meets a sexy and mysterious stranger he can't stop thinking about. But she's a distraction he doesn't need so he doesn't go back.
When they meet again, Darci and Bradley realize their true identities – rivals on either side of the election. Can they trust each other? When danger and Darci's past come from out of nowhere, they may not have a choice and Darci will learn that Bradley will go to any extent necessary to protect her.
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“You're not staying here tonight,” Bradley and Michael said in unison.
“Just great. Now I have two overprotective men in my life.”
Bradley gripped her arm and scowled at her. “Don't be a fucking idiot, Darci. It's not safe here.” She cringed at his harsh tone.
“He's right, Darci. Stay with a friend tonight. I’m declaring your apartment a crime scene until further notice. Legally you can’t stay here,” Michael said smugly. “And for the love of God, don't talk about this on your blog.”
“I won't, Michael. Jesus, I’m not that stupid.” Now they were just insulting her and Darci didn’t appreciate it.
“I know you’re not stupid, sweetheart. I'm just trying to watch out for you. I'm sorry. Just let me know where you're staying.” Michael’s tone was kinder this time, and she offered him a small smile.
“She's staying with me,” Bradley declared. Her smile faded, and Michael scowled. She opened her mouth to argue but closed it when Bradley threw her another glare.
“Wait downstairs, and I'll come talk to you soon,” Michael said. Bradley steered her out of the apartment and toward the elevator with a hand on her elbow.
“Don't fucking speak for me like that,” she hissed as they stepped onto the elevator.
“Darci, calm down. I'm just trying to watch out for you.”
Calm down? Like that will happen. “I'm not sleeping with you again, so don’t get your hopes up.” The glare on her face lasted all of five seconds as the energy in the elevator shifted, and she instantly regretted her harsh words.
“Do you really think that little of me?” Even though his tone was low, she could tell anger was bubbling just beneath the surface. He stepped closer to her until their noses almost touched and he placed his hands on the elevator wall on either side of her head. She stared up at him as her heart rate increased. “A man breaks into your apartment and threatens your life, and you think I'm just trying to fuck you?”
Ivy Nelson writes delicious contemporary romance with kinky alpha heroes and sassy heroines you wish could be your best friend. Club Solitaire is her favorite fictional place to hang out in, and she spends most of her free time spinning tales set there. Ivy currently lives in Las Vegas with her husband of five years and their son. When she isn’t writing, she’s probably reading something dirty or drinking wine with her readers on Facebook. There are lots of ways to keep in touch with Ivy.