Fatal Diversion

Unapologetic salt of the earth war hero Ransom Wyatt will stop at nothing to get what he wants and this time...it’s Dillon Stone.

On Capitol Hill, Dillon has faced her fair share of powerful men, leaving the feisty beauty unimpressed by the charming Commander in Chief— and the big White House he lives in.

Who is protecting who, as the unlikely couple gets caught in the crosshairs deception, and Dillon finds herself breaking protocol... falling for the alpha behind the suit.

Things aren’t always as they appear, raising the question— who is Dillon Stone, and what does she know?

Ransom finds himself torn between defending the country he swore an oath to and protecting the woman he loves, as they become targets of a dangerous game— a lethal conspiracy.

Someone wants the President of the United States... Dead.

This riveting continuation of the spellbinding series will keep you on the edge of your seat as danger lurks around every corner and takes you deeper into the secret world of greed, corruption and murder!

Ok, ok, I say this with every book Stephanie St. Klaire writes but it's true they are all my favorites.

When author Stephanie St. Klaire writes a romantic suspense novel, you KNOW you will be experiencing an incredibly mind-blowing event…

This is another SSK book that I just could NOT put down! I was on the edge of my seat through most of this book! 5 Presidential Stars!!!

Excitement, drama, action, intrigue, suspense, romance, and steamy passion, everything you need for a fascinating tale that will hold you spellbound from start to finish!

Ms. St. Klaire is a master at writing romance suspense. Every time I think I’ve figured out “whodunit” I’m proven wrong!

Ms. St. Klaire has a way of standing up and yelling PLOT TWIST at the best times!! Love this!

This book has so many twists and turns to it that you can not put it down!

Loved this book! I highly recommend all of Stephanie's books!

A definite must read!

An absolute ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ star page-turner!

Ms. St. Klaire knows how to write a suspense that keeps you on your feet!!!

5.0 out of 5 stars The most detailed, twisted, high action suspense series I have read!

St. Klaire is a master at high tech plots involving wicked people who love to destroy and murder!

She's a super talented writer with a devious little mind that likes to make her readers think they've figured it out, when actually they don't have a chance of even coming close. Most of us will never stop trying though!

So here’s my take on all of Stephanie St Klaire’s brilliance when it comes to these suspense books mixed with a lot of romance… I never know what’s coming. I think I do then “bam” something completely different happens. I am left on the floor since the edge of my seat has given way.

Man oh man! This book was everything and then some!

I know when I pick up a SSK story I won’t be able to put it down until I turn the last page. I know it will be full of twists and turns that I don’t see coming!

OMG! This book! It sucks you in from page one and doesn't let go! I loved this book!

I love how Stephanie St Klaire brings you into a book like your in the action with the characters!

Leave it to Stephanie St Klaire to deliver yet again ANOTHER amazing romantic suspense!

Somehow SSK gets better and a little more twisted with each book she writes.This is a can’t put down and can’t wait for the next one!

Can never go wrong with a SSK book!

This has to be one of my most favorite Stephanie St Klaire books!

OMG!!! Fatal Diversion is such an adrenalin-laden read that you better block out your whole day to devote to this book!

COULD. NOT. PUT. IT. DOWN! WOW! WOW!! WOW!!! 5 stars!

CHAPTER 1
"Mr. President...” Dillon Stone was startled to her feet when Ransom Wyatt walked into the conference room. Ransom Wyatt, President of the United States.
“I understand you wanted to meet with me, Ms. Stone?” The president had a mischievous grin with fire in his eyes and wore it as well as the designer suit that hugged him in all the right places.
“Well…yes, but I thought I would be vetted first,” Dillon replied with an awkward chuckle that sounded so breathy it turned her cheeks crimson and left her mentally scolding herself for coming across as so…eager. It took all she had not to face-plant in her palm.
Ransom Wyatt wasn’t just the president. He was a salt-of-the-earth war hero who campaigned as The People’s Hero. Men beat their chests alongside their fierce leader while women of all ages fell to his feet — and probably into his bed.
“It is me you’re here to see, correct?”
“Yes, I mean…I thought I would be meeting with an intern…or another staffer. I just didn’t think you would have the time. You are the president, after all.” It wasn’t like confident Dillon to stumble over her own words or thoughts. She wasn’t easily intimidated. This reaction was something altogether different, and she wasn’t sure whether it was the thick, corded vein throbbing in his neck, his deep timbre that held a certain country flair, or the fact that he was the youngest — and very single — president in history that had her off kilter.
“Well, Ms. Stone…you’re correct. I don’t have time. However, I am very interested in what you have to say, so I will have someone set up a meeting that’s more…” Ransom not so subtly looked her over, head to toe, stoking that fire in his eyes. “Convenient…for us both.”
In Dillon’s line of work, not much went unnoticed. Rather than flattery, a sense of irritation stirred within her. Her eyes roamed too, only she forced a look of disgust despite the flutter each bulging inch of him provoked. “Wait, that’s it?”
“As you mentioned, Ms. Stone, time is short. I have a full docket this afternoon. How about dinner this evening…my quarters?” he asked, full of confidence and entirely unapologetic in his boldness.
She had a job to do, and it wasn’t the president. Especially now. The more he talked, the more Dillon chilled to his charm and remembered why she was really there. “Oh, I’m not sure I’m okay with that, sir.”
“You don’t eat dinner?”
“Of course I do.”
He tilted his chin up and cocked his head, looking at her with a heavy-lidded stare. “Do you work long hours like the rest of the city?”
“Yes…I do.”
“Then meet me for dinner, Ms. Stone, and we can talk…business.”
The hesitation in his words caused her stomach to roil. Dillon was sure the people who voted for this cowboy G.I. Joe type were confusing confidence with ego. “Sir, I just don’t know that it’s appropriate to have dinner with the president...in his private living quarters...at night…alone.”
“Have you ever had a business dinner before?” He was challenging her. Testing her.
“Of course I have, but it wasn’t so…”
“So what, Ms. Stone?”
“Inappropriate,” she deadpanned. It was becoming clear the dinner he spoke of was her. The thought was both revolting and titillating.
She was passing the test, and that made him want time with her that much more — even if it was just business. “Why does this feel inappropriate to you?”
“With all due respect, sir, it sounds a bit like a date.”
“Do all dinner meetings feel like dates to you, Ms. Stone?”
“Of course not. But you are…you. And I don’t make a habit of mixing business with pleasure.” That was a lie, but in her line of work, pleasure was more intense than anything that could happen in the White House…with Ransom Wyatt.
“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment, but I’ll make this easy for you. We can have dinner in the Oval Office. Does that feel more appropriate?”
"Mr. President…” What felt appropriate was crossing a blurred line and tiptoeing around unprofessional. Ransom Wyatt was good. So damn good.
“It’s multitasking really. Is that better?” His jaw jutted out in a crooked smile like he was used to having a piece of hay there to suck on.
“I-I…I’m afraid you’ve caught me off guard, sir.” Dillon was making a mental list of all the ways she was going to make Mercy pay for putting her on this assignment. He owed her. Big.
A man in a dark suit standing at the door interrupted as he tipped his wrist for a glance at his watch. “Mr. President, I'm afraid we need to get back on schedule. You’re needed in the Rose Garden.”
“Let me know if you can clear your schedule, Ms. Stone. I usually eat around eight o'clock.”