Spotlight & Giveaway: Mr. President by Katy Evans

Posted November 3rd, 2016 by in Blog, Spotlight / 68 comments

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome author Katy Evans to HJ!

Hi Katy and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, Mr. President!

Thanks so much for having me over!

Please summarize the book for the readers here:

Mr.-PresidentHe’s the son of an ex-president. She’s working in his campaign. Theirs is a love as scandalous as it is forbidden. If he wins, what they have between them is over. But as they campaign, in the dark of night and in secret, she will be his.

Please share the opening lines of this book:

We’re in a suite at The Jefferson Hotel where Benton Carlisle, the campaign manager, is smoking his second pack of Camels by the open window. 0.8 miles from here, the White House stands all lit up for the evening.


Please share a few Fun facts about this book…

MR. PRESIDENT was inspired by the every sexy JFK Jr. whom I grew up loving as young, and this story is the creative result of that love of mine. My hero, Matt Hamilton, is absolutely delicious and very wanted by every female alive!


Please tell us a little about the characters in your book. As you wrote your protagonist was there anything about them that surprised you?

Matthew Hamilton is the son of an ex-president; charming, honorable, and determined to become the next president. He doesn’t need a red-haired distraction on his campaign trail, but at the same time, he can’t stay away from Charlotte Wells. They have an intense connection that only grows as they spend more time together.


If your book was optioned for a movie, what scene would you use for the audition of the main characters and why?

We’re in a suite at The Jefferson Hotel where Benton Carlisle, the campaign manager, is smoking his second pack of Camels by the open window. 0.8 miles from here, the White House stands all lit up for the evening.
All of the televisions inside the suite are set on different news channels, where the anchors continue reporting on the ballot counting progress of this year’s presidential election. The names of the candidates are being tossed around in speculation—three names, to be exact. The Republican candidate, the Democratic candidate, and the first truly strong Independent candidate in U.S. history—the son of an ex-president and at barely thirty-five, the youngest contender in history.
My feet are killing me. I’ve been wearing the same clothes since I left my apartment this morning, headed to the polling station, and cast in my vote. The entire team that has been campaigning for the past year together met here at noon—at this suite.
We’ve been here for over twelve hours.
The air is thick with tension, especially when he walks into the living room after taking a break and heading into one of the bedrooms to talk to his grandfather, who’s been calling from New York.
His tall, wide-shouldered frame looms in the doorway.
The men in the room stand, the women straighten.
There’s just something about him that draws the eye—his height, his strong but unnervingly warm gaze, the polished ruggedness that only makes him look more male in a business suit, and his infectious smile, so real and engaging you can’t help but smile back.
His eyes pause on me, visually measuring the distance between us. I left for an errand and just came back, and of course he notices.
I try to stay composed. “I brought you something for the wait.” I speak as smoothly as I can and head into one of the bedrooms with a tightly closed brown bag meant to appear to be food. He follows me.
He doesn’t close the door—I notice that—but he pushes it back so that only an inch remains open, giving us as much privacy as possible.
I pull out a crisp men’s black jacket and pass it to him.
“You forgot your jacket,” I say.
He glances down at his jacket, then the most beautiful dark-espresso eyes raise to mine.
One glance. One brush of fingers. One second of recognition.
His voice is low, almost intimate. “That would’ve been difficult to explain.”
Our eyes hold.
I almost can’t let go of his jacket and he almost doesn’t want to take it.
He reaches out and takes it, his smile soft and rueful and his gaze perceptive. I know exactly why that smile is rueful, why it is soft with tenderness. Because I’m barely hanging in there tonight and there is no way that this man—that this man who knows it all—doesn’t know.
Matthew Hamilton.
Possible future President of the United States.
He sets his jacket aside and makes no move to leave the room, and I glance out the window as I try not to stare at his every move.
Through the open window, a breeze that smells of recent rain and Carlisle’s cigarettes flits into the room. D.C. seems quieter tonight than usual, the city so still it seems to be holding its breath along with the rest of the country—along with me.
Quietly we head into the living room to join the others. I’m careful to take a spot in the room that’s nearly opposite his—instinct. Self-preservation maybe.
“They’re saying you’ve got Ohio,” Carlisle updates him.
“Yeah?” Matt asks, quirking a brow, then he glances around the room, whistles for Jack, his shiny black German Shepard-Lab mix, to come. The dog darts across the room and leaps onto the couch, setting himself on Matt’s lap and letting him stroke the top of his head.
“… that’s right, Roger, the Matt Hamilton campaign pulled off an impressive feat this year until, well, that incident …” the anchors discuss. Matt grabs the remote and turns it off. He glances at me briefly.
One more connection, one more silent look.
The room falls silent.
In my experience, guys love talking about themselves and their accomplishments. Matt, on the contrary, avoids it. As if he’s sick of rehashing the tragedy of his life’s story. The story that has been the center of the media’s attention since his campaign began.
You can note varying degrees of respect in a person’s voice when they talk about a particular US president. For some presidents, the degree is nonexistent, the tone more like contempt. For others, the name is turned into something magical and inspiring, filling you with the same feeling you’re supposed to get when you look at a red, white, and blue American flag: pride and hope. Such was the case with the Lawrence Hamilton presidency—the administration started by Matt’s father several terms ago.
My own father, who until then had supported the opposite party, soon became a staunch Democratic supporter, swayed by President Hamilton’s charisma. The man’s incredible connection with people spread across not just the nation but overseas, improving our international relations. I was eleven when I was first introduced to Hamilton’s legendary charm.
Matt Hamilton, in his teens when his dad began his first term, had everything, his future bright. I, on the other hand, was still very much a girl, with no idea who I was or where I was going.
Over a decade later, even now I struggle with the sense of failure of having not lived up to something important. A meaningful job and a guy that I loved, those were things I wanted. My parents wanted more from me, politics. I went into social services instead. But no matter how many people I’ve helped, how much I’ve told myself that being an adult only means that I will be in my prime to really make a difference, I cannot help but feel like I not only didn’t live up to what my parents wanted for me. Or what I wanted for myself.
Because at this very moment as we wait for the next President of the United States to be announced, both of those dreams of mine hang in the air—and I’m afraid when the results come in, they will both vanish my hopes into nothing.
I wait silently as the men create conversation, Matt’s voice reaching me occasionally.
Ignoring him feels impossible, but it’s all I can manage today.
The suite is grand, decorated to appeal to the tastes of those who can afford rooms that cost a thousand dollars a night. The kind of hotel to offer mints on your pillows and they have been extra hospitable to us, because Matt’s a celebrity. They’ve gone as far as to send up yogurt pretzels, after the press made sure everyone knew they’re his favorite.
There was even a bottle of champagne being chilled. Matt asked one of the campaign aides to remove it from the room. Everyone was surprised, they all felt that it meant Matt thought they’d lost the election.
I know that’s not the case, instinctively. I simply know if the results are not what he hoped for, he won’t want that cool champagne sitting there, a reminder of his loss.
Leaving Jack on the couch, he restlessly stalks across the room and takes a seat beside his campaign manager by the window, and he lights a cigarette. Memories play in my head. Of my lips circling the same cigarette that was on his lips.
I watch Jack, his warm puppy eyes and lightly wagging tail, to avoid looking at him. The dog raises his head on alert as Mark walks into the room, breathless, eyes wide, as if he cannot believe whatever it is that just happened—or is happening. He informs the room that the count is in. And as he announces the name of the next President of the United States of America, Matt’s gaze locks with mine.
One look.
One second.
One name.
I close my eyes and duck my head upon hearing the news, the sense of loss overwhelming me.


What do you want people to take away from reading this book?

Aside from enjoying the amazing chemistry and passion these two characters shared, I hope people feel a renewed sense of hope in the future.


What are you currently working on? What other releases do you have planned for 2016?

I’m working on the sequel of Mr. President, Commander In Chief, to release in January 2017. I’m definitely looking forward to share more of this electric couple!!

Thanks for blogging at HJ!


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Excerpt from Mr. President:

His eyes meet mine, burning with importance. “I want you to be my eyes and my heart, to keep me in touch with the real people out there, the ones my whole life I’ve never gotten to meet.”
“Okay, Matt,” I say.
And then he leans over, and I catch my breath and close my eyes when his lips brush my cheek—and he kisses me there. It’s as brief a kiss as the one he gave me when I was eleven, but I’m a woman now, and he is all man, and suddenly, unexpectedly, his arm starts coming around my waist and he’s reeling me toward him, pressing me against his side.
Next thing, I feel his head dip down slowly toward me, his nose grazing my cheek. My breath catches in my throat, and I feel myself fighting the urge to turn my head just a fraction of an inch and kiss him flat on the mouth.
He smells like mint and a little bit of coffee mixed with his cologne. I inhale shakily and feel his lips touch the spot on my cheek where his nose had just been. His lips are warm, soft, yet firm.
His hand grips my hip, holding me close to him, as he tilts his head and places a kiss on my neck. I let my head fall back, and he chuckles darkly, rubbing his nose lightly against my neck, nuzzling me.
He uses his hand to turn my head to face him, and as I look into his eyes, I feel my world tilt on its axis and spin in all directions.
Everything else is drowned out as all of the thoughts in my head center around only him, and me.
All I’m thinking is what I’m feeling. How hard my heart is beating. How my breath is coming in faster intervals. How my skin is warm and tingling; how my whole body seems to be holding its breath in sweet anticipation for Matthew to move again, to touch me again, to kiss another part of me.
I whisper his name and he groans, “You feel incredible.”
He leans in and kisses my collarbone, running his nose along my neck and inhaling me.
“God, and you smell so good . . .” he brokenly whispers. His deep voice burning through me, consuming everything in its path and leaving only this deep, almost primal need to be as close to this man as possible.
When I feel his tongue between his lips tentatively touch the skin on my neck, I hear myself moan.
He holds me closer to him, until I’m almost sitting on his lap, his head buried in my neck, kissing and nuzzling, licking and tasting.
I start to get worried, wondering where we are and when we will get to the campaign headquarters. I know no one can see us, since his car has black-tinted windows and a partition separating us from his driver, but still, something about this feels dark and forbidden.
“Shhh . . . just let me do this, Charlotte. Please,” he says as he lifts his head from my neck and holds my head between his hands, his eyes gazing into mine and then lowering to my lips, and then traveling back up to my eyes.
I feel him inch closer to me, and I slowly start to realize that he wants to kiss me. Right now. In this car.
Matthew Hamilton, possible future President of the United States and my first crush, wants to kiss me.
I reach out and hold his face in my hand too, and his eyes flare.
I don’t know whether I should do this or not, but right now all I hear my body say is that I need to touch this man.
I kiss his cheek, my lips lingering.
I feel him relax, but his grip on me tightens.
What are we doing?
“Sir, we’re here,” Matt’s detail’s mumbled voice sounds through the partition.
I think I hear Matt curse under his breath. I inch myself off his lap to sit back in my own seat, and inhale a shaky breath as Matt opens his own door and comes around the car to open mine.
The look we exchange when we lock eyes as I come out of the car I cannot possibly describe. It’s charged with need, lust, longing, curiosity, and something else . . .
I force myself to look away and walk toward the building, the feel of his lips still on my skin.

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Book Info:

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.
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Meet the Author:

Katy-EvansKaty Evans is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Real and Manwhore series and is currently hard at work on her next project. Find out more on her website:
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68 Responses to “Spotlight & Giveaway: Mr. President by Katy Evans”

  1. Mood Reader

    Contemporary romance is my favorite! I don’t read rockstars books though. Maybe I’ll try those some time.

  2. Christy

    Lately I’ve been reading a lot of political romances; I really didn’t think I would enjoy the genre until I gave Politically Incorrect by Jeanne McDonald a chance and loved it. As far as genres I might be interested in trying, I recently read an excerpt for a sci-fi romance that sounded pretty good.

  3. veRONIca

    I love anything contemporary especially secret child. I would love to try more historical ones

  4. Jenny Rapp

    I love most genres, the only ones I don’t read are historical, paranormal, and vampires. I haven’t ever read a political romance and can’t wait to read this one.

  5. Susan T

    Like most. Depending on my mood is what I read. Havent read any political romance yet. Looking forward too.

  6. orchid7

    I love contemporaries best, although I will also read other sub-genres if I like the blurb. I’ve been reading a lot more NA, and I started reading MM this year, which I find I like more than I expected. I have to like the blurb though, and there are some definite deal-breakers for me. I don’t like babies in my romance books. No no no.

  7. Elli Gonzalez

    My favorite romance genres are Contemporary and Paranormal but I want to try Historical Romance!!

  8. Juli Hall

    My favorites are contemporary, dark, MC and political romance. I’d maybe give paranormal a try

  9. isisthe12th

    I love all different kinds of romance. I would like to read more Historical Romances. Thank you

  10. Morelia Garcia

    I absolutely love sports romances! Could read them all day. And I’ve never read a political romance but I would SO be up for it!
    Thanks for the chance!! ☺️

  11. Trudy Dowling

    I will read any romance. Small town and second chance seem to fill my reader a lot lately.

  12. erinf1

    I love enemies to lovers 🙂 i fall for the back and forth banter and the growing realization that they like the person more than they dislike. LOL… the genre I want to try is the political romance. Thanks for sharing!

  13. Cathy P

    I love historical and contemporary romance. I’ve never read a political romance before.

  14. Felicia Fallon

    I’m open to all romance genres — contemporaries and historicals, comedy, suspense, paranormal, etc. I have not read any romantic-political novels so this will be a first for me. Judging from the excerpt, I believe I will enjoy this novel immensely.

  15. lea

    I`m opened to any romance genre 🙂 And I`ve never read a political romance before, so I`m definitely looking forward to read this one 🙂

  16. Artemis Giote

    Contemporary and Paranormal are my favorite but I want to try Historical Romance!

  17. AmandaS

    I’m a big fan of political romances, and there haven’t always been that many to choose from, so I’m really excited to read Mr. President! It sounds really good 🙂 I’ve been reading mostly contemporary for a while now, so I’ve been wanting to get back into historical (even though it’s not new to me, it’s been a while).

  18. Teja K.

    Contemporary, paranormal historical and dark romance. Wouldn’t mind trying political romance either.

  19. Cynthia P

    I’ll read just about any flavor of romance, with my favorites being historical, paranormal, and sci-fi. Contemporary is good too. I’m not usually a fan of political romances, but this one has me intrigued. I’d love to give it a try!

  20. gemiinii90

    First of all I absolutely LOVED Mr. President. It was just such a positive book, and was released at the perfect time. I don’t read a lot of political romances but fell in love with it because of this book, so that is definitely a genre I’ll be reading more of. I am always up to trying new genres, it all depends on my mood. My favorite genres are mafia/cartel and biker romances.

    Betul E.

  21. kermitsgirl

    I’m a historical romance nerd, but I read it all. I’m not a huge fan of political romances; because I work in that field, it’s very easy to find flaws that grate on my nerves too much. This one sounds interesting.

  22. Colleen C.

    I enjoy a nice variety of romance genres… one I have not gotten into yet is steampunk.

  23. BookLady

    I enjoy paranormal and historical romance. I have not yet read any steampunk, but it might be interesting.

  24. Diane Sallans

    I love all kinds of romances – this look interesting – I’ve always enjoyed political stories, but they don’t usually have much romance in them (like West Wing)

  25. Kari Angeles

    I love historical romances. I’ll read Althing as long as the storyline grabs my attention.

  26. Andrea McParland

    I read across genres, choosing those books that catch my interest at the moment.

  27. Lorraine Duran

    If I’m reading a romance it’s usually a historical romance I’m really trying to get into contemporary but I don’t thinkninhave ever read a political romance and one with JFK Jr. Sighs

  28. Irma

    I love them all! It just has to be writen so goog that it sucks me in and doesn’t let go. My top choise is usually YA.

  29. Debbi Wellenstein

    I do love romantic suspense, but I will read any genre if it’s a good story. A political romance sounds great!

  30. Laura Lovejoy-Brunk

    I will pretty much read anything but horror…nightmares, shivers ! Im not a huge fan of politics but this books sounds great! I love anything darker or full of angst.

  31. Peggy Clayton

    I love all genres especially the political as I was a poli sci asst teach and also loved it and still do. I would love to read and post reviews on a few sites!

  32. rachbrown2015

    My favorites are contemporary romance and romantic suspense. I haven’t read any political romances, but Mr. President sounds interesting. Thanks for the giveaway.

  33. Terrill R.

    I read many romance genres, but avoid PNR. My favorites are YA and romantic comedy. I’ve just started to dabble in fantasy, but on a lighter scale than most.

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