Book I of the "A More Perfect Union" series. Kamala Harris is the district attorney of San Francisco. Valentina Días is a high end escort who knows all about politicians. Discretion in this arrangement is vital, and so is following the terms of their arrangement. Please note that this story is entirely fictional, and though it is based on real public figures, the events and characters are entirely fantasy, dramatized and for pure creative purposes only. AS MUCH AS I WISH KAMALA HARRIS HAD HERSELF A HOT GIRLFRIEND IN REAL LIFE, I'm just having a little giggle over here.

Set against the pulse of Los Angeles, Attorney General Kamala Harris and powerhouse corporate lawyer Taryn Calloway are mastering the art of balance - high-powered careers by day, active love lives by night. But when their paths cross once, twice, and then again, it all starts to feel less like coincidence and more like inevitability. As both women test the chemistry between them and others, they can't help but question if not putting all their eggs in one basket is keeping them from what they've wanted all along. 🗣 This story is a work of fan fiction created solely from my imagination for entertainment purposes. While it may contain public figures, and certain locations, all events, plot lines and characterizations are fictionalized for the narrative. No affiliation or endorsement is implied. Copyright © All Rights Reserved.

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.

*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.

When you're suddenly flung into Kamala Harris' orbit, you're filled with apprehension and yearning. After all, you were no one important enough to matter, but close enough to her orbit to touch the sun and not immediately burn. What happens when things change? When the only one you seem to be orbiting around is her now? When the burns are soothed with hushed words and lingering touches?

Book 3! Y'all can thank Princess (@Istillwrite) for this. She's been nagging me, making sure y'all get ALL the chapters. Cause I've been ready to fire the last of these chapters off in Book 2. Now don't get too excited! This is more organizational than me coming back to write. Everything is already written she just has to publish when I give the go ahead.

Kamala clears her throat and picks up the paper. Her fingers, long and elegant, hold the statement with the same confidence she wields legislation. "Senator Kamala Harris confirms her relationship with model and political consultant Giselle Woods-Kennedy. The couple met during Ms. Woods-Kennedy's internship in Washington, but their romantic relationship began well after the professional association ended. Both are committed to transparency and maintaining the highest ethical standards. They ask for privacy as they navigate this new chapter of their lives together." I close my eyes, letting the words sink in. When I open them, Kamala is watching me, a rare vulnerability in her gaze. "When do you want to release it?"

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

"I am offering you a chance to criticize me." (gXg)

"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."