*SPOILERS IN DESCRIPTION, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK* After losing her job as the White House photographer when Kamala uncovered her husband's blackmail scheme, Camilla is forced to rebuild her life at a new news network. Yet, no amount of time or distance can erase Kamala from her thoughts. As Camilla grapples with her new reality, she clings to one lesson she learned from the woman who still haunts her heart: never give up on your dreams-or your desires. And Kamala was both. Trigger Warning: This book contains themes and content that may be distressing to some readers. Readers are encouraged to proceed with care and prioritize their well-being.

Kamala Harris is the president of the United States. You are her new assistant. (wlw)

Camilla landed a unique position as the White House photographer after working for a small news network in Washington, D.C. However, her time capturing images of the President made her realize something profound-she was falling in love with Kamala Harris. Trigger Warning: This book contains themes and content that may be distressing to some readers. Readers are encouraged to proceed with care and prioritize their well-being.

In the world of high stakes and secret alliances, Kamala Harris is a powerful and feared widow running an empire of influence. Behind the polished façade lies a life steeped in danger, loss, and secrecy, her strength built upon the shadows she commands. A single mother to two stepchildren, Kamala holds everyone at arm's length. When she hires you as their new babysitter, you're drawn into her dark and complex world. {another Kamala Harris x reader au fanfic cause why not}

A forbidden attraction. A dangerous game. A line they should never cross. Katalina Morales wasn't looking for trouble when she walked into a Georgetown bar the night before her second semester started. But trouble had a way of finding her-this time in the form of a stunning, older woman with whiskey lips and a gaze that made her weak in the knees. A kiss, a tease, a game played between strangers. No names. No strings. Just heat. But when Kat stumbles into her Political Science class the next morning, hungover and late, she freezes. Because standing at the front of the lecture hall-poised, commanding, utterly composed-is Professor Kamala Harris. Her professor. Her one-night Kiss. Now, they're trapped in a game far more dangerous than the one they played at the bar. A game of restraint, of power, of knowing exactly what they want-but never being able to have it. Kat isn't the type to back down from a challenge. And Kamala? Kamala isn't the type to lose control. But the rules have already been broken. And soon? Neither of them will be able to stop.

"Of course, Senator Harris. I'm ready for anything you put on me." Kamala's eyebrow arches, and I realize too late how that might sound. My cheeks burn, and I fight the urge to fan myself. "Good," she says, her tone rich with amusement and something darker. "Because I plan on working you very hard when we get back to the office." The car slows to a stop, and I realize we've arrived at my apartment building. As I gather my things, my hands trembling slightly, Kamala's final words follow me out of the car: "Rest up this weekend. You're going to need it."