State of Union
Paula Dombrowiak
(Kingmaker, #3)
Publication date: September 10th 2024
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Our marriage could make or break us…
Letting go of billionaire playboy Darren Walker was the right thing to do.
My life as a former escort will only damage his campaign for congress, and I’m too scared to admit I’ve fallen in love with my fake husband.
Except when Darren finds me and refuses to let me go, I can’t run from my feelings any longer. It’s time I have the courage to confess that he isn’t my husband in name only. He’s my everything.
All Darren wants is to carve out a future for himself while honoring his father’s legacy. But can I truly be the politician’s wife my husband needs when there are those who will use me to derail his campaign?
It doesn’t matter how much we love each other, I can’t change my past.
But we have no way of knowing that he has shocking family secrets that are yet to be revealed. Secrets bigger than me and powerful enough to destroy him.
And his enemies won’t stop until they’ve left him—and our marriage—in ruins…
The Kingmaker trilogy is a steamy, marriage of convenience, romance, in a political setting. State of Union is the final book in the trilogy with a guaranteed HEA. The books must be read in order, for the best reader experience.
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EXCERPT:
The small bell at the top of the door jingles, a leftover from the hardware store that used to occupy this space. In walks Ethel Jackson, her crocheted handbag tucked under her arm. She looks around the space approvingly, her eyes finally meeting mine.
“Looks like a bunch of pomp and circumstance to me,” she says looking at me skeptically.
“Are you looking to volunteer?” I raise a challenging eyebrow.
“I thought you could use my sunny disposition.”
I can’t help but smile. “Well then, I have a spot for you right over here.” I lead the way to an empty desk near the windows where she sets down her crochet bag, a piece of yarn making its way out of the top like it has a mind of its own.
“Is this the famous Ethel?” Rausch asks.
Ethel places a hand on her hip and looks up at him as he towers over her short, round frame. If I was a betting man, my money would be on Ethel if these two were pitted against each other. “I don’t know about famous, but whatever you’ve heard,”—she pauses and gives him a naughty smile—“it’s probably true.”
Rausch laughs. Apparently, Ethel can win over anyone.
“Where’s that pretty wife of yours?” she asks.
The mention of Evangeline pulls at the edges of my wound, pain ripping through me like a lightning bolt.
Before I can make an excuse, Rausch bellows over the noise. “Angie!” She makes her way over. “This is Ethel, and she would like to volunteer.”
“People say I got a voice like honey, so if you want to put me on the phones, that’s fine by me,” Ethel proposes.
I give Rausch a thankful nod and retreat to my office. The desk is a secondhand one from the nearby school. There are strict rules on how campaign donations can be used. Right now, funds are limited as we start ramping up requests that can sometimes feel like begging. My last name can only carry me so far, and my reputation proceeds me.
“Excuse me, are you Darren Walker?” A young man inquires from the doorway.
I nod and he drops an envelope on my desk. “You’ve been served,” he says and leaves just as quickly as he arrived.
An envelope from a law office in Arizona.
I know exactly what it is. Like a Band-Aid, I rip the envelope open to expose the wound.
Divorce papers.
Pulling off my tie, I throw it across the room. It flutters through the stagnant air and lands silently on the dirty linoleum floor.
“Don’t forget about the fundraising event this weekend,” Rausch says as he enters my office. He sees my tie on the ground and picks it up. When he places it on the desk he notices the papers.
“You can gloat if you want to,” I tell him angrily, using him as a punching bag. “You got what you wanted, right?” I look up at him, the sting of getting the papers still fresh.
“If you want me to say that Evangeline leaving was the best thing for your campaign, then fine, but that doesn’t mean I’m happy about seeing you in turmoil.”
I scoff. “In turmoil? Is that what you think this is?”
“No.” A look of understanding crosses his face like a shadow. “I understand your heartbreak.”
I never thought of Rausch as a person, just a thorn in my side, giving me disapproving looks and lectures about getting my life together. Of course he knows what heartbreak is. No human gets a pass on that in their lifetime, not even someone as impenetrable as Rausch.
“You can think what you want, Darren, but what I said to you before was the truth. I would have done everything within my power to protect her.”
I lift my eyes from the papers. “Well, it seems she didn’t want to be a part of this life after all.” I can’t seem to keep the disappointment out of my voice.
Rausch lets out a breath. “You can sit here and stare at those papers, or you can pull yourself together and win this election.”
Author Bio:
Paula Dombrowiak grew up in the suburbs of Chicago, Illinois but currently lives in Arizona. She is the author of Blood and Bone, her first adult romance novel which combines her love of music and imperfect relationships. Paula is a lifelong music junkie, whose wardrobe consists of band T-shirts and leggings which are perpetually covered in pet hair. She is a sucker for a redeemable villain, bad boys, and the tragically flawed. Music inspires her storytelling.
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