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Going All the Way

A Knights of Passion Romance

Megan Ryder

 

 

Going All the Way

Copyright © 2016 Megan Ryder

Kindle Edition

The Tule Publishing Group, LLC

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

ISBN: 978-1-944925-05-5

Dedication

This book would not be possible without so many people. My parents who always supported my dreams and encouraged me, no matter what. My Papa who introduced me to baseball, even if he was a Mets fan and not a Yankee fan. My early readers, Jessica and Kathye, who wouldn’t let me give up on this book. My agent Dawn and the staff at Tule, who saw the promise in Jason and Stacia. And of course, Josie. My best plotting partner and furbaby who never got to see this published. I know you’re celebrating at the Rainbow Bridge and waiting for me.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

The Knights of Passion Series

About the Author

Chapter One

T
hey’d lost
.

The words echoed in Stacia Kendall’s brain, numbness and shock blinding her to all else. Failure closed in, an unrelenting, suffocating mass, numbing her to everything else at the campaign headquarters. One thought stuck in her mind. She had planned the perfect political campaign, but it had one flaw—the representative and his damned libido.

She inched toward the back door of the hotel ballroom, only murmurs and whispers filling the room, not the expected celebration and noisemakers. Stunned campaign volunteers pulled red, white and blue victory balloons from the air. Strategically placed confetti containers silently disappeared from the hall. The dull hum set her teeth on edge and the sensation of several sets of eyes boring holes into her back, blamed her for the failed primary campaign.

The vibration from her cell phone rippled up her arm from her clenched fist. The familiar face of Senator Kendall appeared on the screen. Nausea churned in her stomach.

“Father.” The hushed tone escaped her tight throat. “Hold on while I find somewhere private.” She backed out the door and walked the few steps down the hall to a small alcove, formerly a telephone booth. She hunched on the little bench inside and said, “Okay, I’m alone.”

“I don’t give a damn if you’re alone or not.” A gruff voice shot out from the cell phone, puncturing the remains of her self-confidence. “What the hell happened? It was a primary, and should have been an easy victory.”

Stacia tried not to cringe. After years of hiding her feelings, she still fought the urge to duck her head and cower.

“I know Representative Glazier was your hand-picked candidate, and I was assigned to keep him under control, but he made a few unfortunate comments about the governor…”

“He’s the most popular governor in all fifty states. Where were you?” he barked.

A flash of anger darted through her and she gripped the phone until her hand ached. “He went off-script. What was I to do?”

The silence at the other end was unbearable, but she had learned, from the time she was a little girl, to wait for her father. To speak would be more unforgivable than losing a primary race. Be a Kendall. Stand strong. Never show fear. And take your punishment without tears.

His voice, when he spoke, was much quieter, calmer but with a bite sharper than an adder’s fang. “Unacceptable. We hired your firm, and you, to keep him on script. Your job to ensure his message. Your job to avoid all embarrassments.”

A chill snaked up her spine and exploded in goose bumps along her arms. “This isn’t just about the speech? You’re talking about the hotel incident.”

“What do you think? Pictures of him coming out of another woman’s hotel room are devastating. If you had listened to me and accepted his proposal, you would have been by his side, and his campaign wouldn’t have been sliced, diced, and now iced.”

“His proposal? Don’t you mean
your
proposal?” As if Representative Glazier, who owed his political career to her father, would ever say no directly to Senator Kendall. No, instead, he would sneak around with an intern with double-d cup breasts and nothing between her ears. “It’s not my job to make sure his zipper stayed zipped.”

“Don’t be naive. It was advantageous to both of us. And it was your responsibility, your job to smooth out the rough edges, show a polished image, and for God’s sake bury any bad publicity.”

Her father’s dismissive attitude sent tendrils of anger down her spine. She took a deep breath and counted to ten, then twenty. Never react. Never let him get to you. Never let him know how much his words bite.

The sound of voices drifted down the hall, and a group of volunteers walked by, glancing curiously into the small alcove. She forced a grin and a half-hearted wave, indicating everything was fine, when she could feel her world crumbling. Her whole life had been spent striving to be a political asset, constantly reminded of her position and family. Now she was a political liability. Her father’s displeasure was worse than any punishment; his anger tore the skin off her back without lifting a hand.

After a moment struggling with control, she was proud to speak collectedly. “What about me? Where was the advantage to me?”

“I didn’t raise a dumb girl. You could do worse.”

“It sounds like you’re pimping me out for political gain.”

“Don’t make it sound cheap.”

“But it is.” She struggled to keep her voice low and composed, while sweat broke out on her back. “I’m your daughter. Shouldn’t that count for something?”

“Exactly. You know the score, your responsibilities. Honestly, Stacia. I don’t understand you sometimes. I raised you in the political arena, since you were barely out of diapers. You were calling voters as soon as you knew how to dial the phone. I expect this kind of screw-up from your sister. She doesn’t have your brains. Maybe, if you dressed a little less Jackie O, and a little more …”

“Madonna? Lady Gaga? My new stepmother?” A warmth spread from her chest, chasing away the ice from the earlier comments.

“Enough, Stacia. Don’t be disrespectful.” His words slapped her down, reminding her who was the boss.

“You don’t want to hear my input. You just want me to do whatever you say. I don’t want a political marriage, Father.”

“Senator, young lady. Maybe if you had been his fiancée, he wouldn’t have felt the need to seek comfort elsewhere. Apparently, I was wrong.”

“It would be easier to show a clean televangelist than the representative. You should be having this discussion with your favorite son. He’s the one who screwed his campaign, while screwing his intern.”

“Don’t be crude.” He sighed. “It’s obvious you can’t remain with the campaign, if he decides to continue running as an independent. Your services are no longer required. I’ll speak to your boss and have you reassigned.”

Blood pounded in her ears. The walls of the small alcove seemed to close in on her, the room tilting and swimming around her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, striving for serenity in the midst of the storm of fear. His displeasure—the death knell on her career, the same way he had been killing off her dreams her whole life.

“Just because I wouldn’t marry him?” She forced the words out between numb lips.

“Don’t be stupid. You let him be embarrassed in public. His poll numbers tanked and he lost the primary. Clearly, you’re not ready for this level of campaign. Maybe after a few more years of experience, you can work on my campaign under my direct supervision.” The subtle emphasis on
direct
told her how much respect she had lost in his eyes.

The phone clicked, signaling the end of the conversation. She lowered the device, surprised to see her hand shaking. Someone reached into the booth, handing her a Kleenex. Sophie Duncan, campaign photographer and one of her few friends, peered around the corner.

“You okay?” The sympathy in her blue eyes almost made Stacia lose control.

She shook her head, struggling to contain her anger against the unfairness of the situation, her life really. “I’m good. You’ve been supporting me and drying my tears since we were six. You can’t help me this time.” She tried to stand but her legs shook.

Sophie pushed her back down. “Sit for a few minutes. You’re allowed to be human, you know, despite the robot who supposedly fathered you. What did the asshole have to say?”

Stacia smiled through burning eyes. “Your father would be appalled to hear you swear.”

She shrugged. “Not really. We’ve come to an understanding. He leaves me alone and I try not to embarrass him, at least not publicly.” She leaned against the small opening. “So, what’s the deal?”

Stacia stood up finally, shaking off her father’s words like water. “No, I’m good. Let’s go deal with Glazier. Then, I need a drink. Several.”

*

Stacia hesitated at
the door of the local bar, a hand resting on the brass handle. She shuddered at the memory of the vile accusations thrown at her from the campaign advisers and even her own father, all who were quick to point the finger, diverting blame from themselves to anyone else. Stacia was expendable, even to her father. Blood never mattered when it came to politics. She had had years of experience with that. Now all she wanted to do was crawl into a bed somewhere with a pint of Ben and Jerry’s finest, a bottle of wine and hide until it had all blown over.

Yet here she stood outside a bar, a block away from the scene of her defeat, about to celebrate the end of a long project with Sophie. Celebrate being the wrong word.

“Excuse me, miss. Are you going in?” Three guys stood to her right, looking like they had come from their job, probably construction, judging by their jeans and t-shirts coated in a fine layer of dirt. Not to mention their dark tans from working outside.

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