Meet Eve Devon.
Eve Devon writes sexy heroes, sassy heroines, and happily ever afters…
Growing up in locations like Botswana and Venezuela gave Eve a taste for adventure and her love for romances began when her mother shoved one into her hands in a desperate attempt to keep her quiet during TV coverage of the Wimbledon tennis finals!
When she wasn’t consuming books by the bucket-load, she could be found pretending to be a damsel in distress or running around solving mysteries and writing down her adventures. As a teenager, Eve rewrote countless episodes of TV detective dramas so that the hero and heroine would end up together every week. As an adult, still hooked on romance and mysteries, she worked in a library to conveniently continue reading books by the bucket-load, until realising she herself was destined to write contemporary romance and romantic suspense.
She lives in leafy Surrey in the UK, a book-devouring, slightly melodramatic, romance-writing sassy heroine with her very own sexy-hero husband.
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Blurb:
Heart of Steel, Steel Hawk, Book 2
Colleague, friend, lover…beautiful liar?
Adam Steel is in
crisis mode. A recent exposé claims a founder of Steel Hawk was actually The
Raven, an infamous jewel thief. Amid the ensuing damage control, all eyes are
on his ability to develop a prototype to secure and protect the royal Pasha
Star diamond.
He’s further
blindsided when he learns his assistant, Honeysuckle Hawk, has a sordid past he
never knew about. Proving he never really knew her, never should have trusted
her, and definitely shouldn’t start falling for her.
With her dirty
laundry flapping in the media storm, Honeysuckle’s first instinct is to run.
Two things make her stay: Adam’s insistence it’s better to show the world a
united front, and her heart’s insistence by his side is where she belongs.
High
stakes and long hours ignite passion…until the diamond is stolen and Adam’s own
prototype shows Honeysuckle is a thief. Dare he trust her to help him expose
the real criminal—before the mastermind wreaks havoc on the royal family?
Warning:
Contains an über-hot, alpha-geek
who’s good with his hands, a sassy reformed-rebel determined to prove she’s not
a flake, romantic castles, gorgeous jewels, sleek and sexy technology, heart-pounding
suspense…oh, and nipple tassels!
Excerpt:
Picking up his cup, he took a sip without even glancing at
it, expecting the much-needed burst of dark-roasted coffee bean on his tongue
and instead got…mush. “Honeysuckle,” he bellowed, holding up a hand to
Edward to ask him to wait to speak again.
Honeysuckle
cracked open his office door, an innocent expression on her face.
“What the
hell is this?” he asked, pointing to the mug as if it were alive.
“It’s a
protein shake.”
“A protein
shake?”
“Sure.”
Edward
snorted, and Adam offered up his death glare. To his personal assistant, he
demanded, “Do I look like the kind of guy who needs a protein shake to take a
meeting?” knowing damn well he didn’t and thinking, if she did leave, he
definitely wouldn’t miss the disgusting concoctions she seemed to delight in
making especially for him.
“Did you have
dinner last night?” she asked.
“Yes, I had
dinner, last—” Wait, had he? He’d gotten so involved with working on his
prototype, he couldn’t actually remember.
Honeysuckle
gave him an extra-patient “uh-huh” and added, “Drink up. Then you get the
coffee,” before closing the office door behind her.
Adam stood,
picked up the mug, and emptied the entire contents into his ficus plant,
muttering, “I’m seriously thinking about firing her.”
“Word around
the office,” Edward interjected, “is she’s already resigned. Although I have to
say, I’m not totally surprised if you can’t be trusted to remember the basics,
like feeding yourself.”
“Funny guy,”
Adam muttered and then settled himself back behind his desk. “So what were you
going to say before she tried to poison me?”
Edward
sobered and glanced at the door. “About the book that’s coming out—most of it
is dedicated to Nathaniel Hawk with extra material about many of the Hawks who
came after.” Edward’s hand came up to smooth his tie. “Apparently, there’s an
entire section dedicated to Honeysuckle. Complete with photographs.”
“Honeysuckle?”
Why the hell would Honeysuckle be in anyone’s book? Okay, the Steels and Hawks were
known in San Francisco as being from a particular social set. Sometimes a
certain lifestyle came with that money, but… Oh. “Look, if there are a couple
of photographs of her coming out of a club, maybe a little drunk—”
“Oh, there
are definitely photographs of her coming out of a club. She’s not drunk,
though. She’s in costume. For her job. As a burlesque dancer.”
Adam blinked,
frowned, and possibly did some blinking again. He’d never know, because he was
pretty certain he’d just fried something in his brain. “Excuse me?”
“Burlesque.
You know, dancing, hardly any clothes, then, even fewer clothes—”
Yeah, that
was what he’d thought he’d said. “Give me your coffee.”
“What?”
“Give me your
damn coffee,” Adam said, then reached over, picked up Edward’s cup, and drank
the entire contents down in three gulps. Damn it to hell, turned out he had
never, he realized, never, actually, known anything about his assistant at all.
The burning sensation in his mouth did absolutely nothing to temper the heat
coursing through him as the Honeysuckle from his dream walked center stage into
his head, winked, and blew him a kiss from behind an ostrich-feather fan.
