The sexy, mysterious Racer Tate is not the kind of man a girl like me falls for. Scouting new talent brings me to his doorstep. He's the fastest, fiercest driver around. I don’t think his parents expected him to live up to his name-Racer Tate-but once he felt the adrenaline rush behind the wheel, he was addicted. Walking away will be the hardest thing of all. But our chemical connection is quickly becoming dangerously combustive, putting not only my heart, but Matt's chance at the presidency on the line.

We're stealing touches, stealing moments, and stealing away at night. 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. All eyes are on him and his popularity is surging. I'm determined to make a difference he is determined to win.įocused on his goal, Matt is steadfast, ruthless, and disarming. Three terms later, an invitation to join Matthew Hamilton’s campaign is the most exhilarating opportunity I’ve ever experienced. I promised that if he did, I’d be by his side. He promised me that he’d never run for president. Matthew Hamilton was handsome, polished, and intelligent. I met the president’s son when we were both young. What happens when the man they call Saint, makes you want to sin?įrom New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Katy Evans comes a sizzling new contemporary romance. Bit by bit, I start to wonder if I'm the one discovering him.or if he's uncovering me. And that’s where I come in.Īssigned to investigate Saint and reveal his elusive personality, I’m determined to make him the story that will change my career.īut I never imagined he would change my life. Since he hit the scene, his secrets have been his and his alone to keep.

His entire life he’s been surrounded by the press as they dig for tidbits to see if his fairytale life is for real or all mirrors and social media lies. The hottest entrepreneur Chicago has ever known, he’s a man’s man with too much money to spend and too many women vying for his attention. There’s nothing holy about the man except the hell his parties raise. Don’t be fooled by that last name though. This is the story I've been waiting for all my life, and its name is Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan Saint. Is it possible to expose Chicago’s hottest player-without getting played?

Real by katy evans