It would seem that veteran romantic-suspense writer Michaels has become the victim of Potomac Fever; her newest, clearly inspired by this year's Presidential election antics (and especially by the Gary Hart scandal), substitutes a passel of neurotic politicos--who are scheming to get their candidate elected--for Michaels' usual gaggle of loopy Egyptologists. But, of course, there are still the same baying dogs, smuggler's moon, and mysterious little plot to be laid bare, too. This one concerns Rosemary Marshall, a progressive liberal running for a U.S. Senate seat in Virginia, and 23-year-old Erin Hartsock, the daughter of one of Rosemary's oldest friends, whom she employs as a typist/coffee-maker/pot-washer. As the campaign heats up, a series of strange accidents and fires occurs in and around Rosemary's home. Erin starts to get the feeling that most of the staff blames her, though the campaign media expert and clown, Nick McDermott, tells her she's being oversensitive. The two of them team up to find out whether there's anything in Rosemary's past that would give some blackguard a reason for blackmail; as it turns out, there is, for some years back, Rosemary's husband, a former Congressman, was an accessory to a case of arson in a tenement building he owned. With the victim of this fire now returned to terrorize the candidate, it falls to Nick and Erin to track him down, which, needless to say, they do. As busy and colorful as Michaels always is, but perhaps a tad more mechanical than some of her others, with a heroine who's a shade too jejeune.