Books by Eve M. Riley

Eve M. Riley, 2021

Never let down your guard. Never let anyone see your weakness. You can’t say I wasn’t warned… When I first walked into Janus Philips’s offices, it was right into a high-profile hacking problem the scale of which I’d never seen before. That word high-profile? Been there, done that. Not stepping through that doorway twice. But the trouble was, I didn’t really have a choice. And I wasn’t prepared for Janus. God, no. He was determined to get through every last defence I had. And I had no idea how addictive he would turn out to be. I could tell you know how the gossip columns roasted me, or how I wasn’t prepared for the limelight. But truthfully? I dropped my guard. And trusting someone like that? Well, that’s the worst thing you can do.

Eve M Riley, 2022

Never trust a bad boy. Just let me roll my eyes for a second. Who peddles this nonsense? Let’s call them an asshole from the get go… Two years after the first one messed me up with his bullshit, here’s another one: lying in front of me in the ER, unconscious. The last one chewed me up and spat me out, so I’m not going anywhere with this one. Unlike last time, I know exactly what I’m dealing with. I’m older. Wiser. Moving on. You should never let them help you out - that’s where I think it all goes wrong, that’s when they slip under your defences. You start to think that underneath that rough exterior - the tattoos, the long hair, the sexy body, maybe, against the odds, they’re a decent guy … But then you prize open the lid and look inside and the cheating and the excuses hit you right slap bang between the eyes …

Eve M. Riley, 2023

You could say my radar is a little broken. Charmers. Cheaters. The worst of the worst. It took me all of ten seconds to work out that he was nothing like that … Blond hair, broad shoulders, heartbreaking smile. So maybe I was bowled over. A little starry-eyed. Especially when he didn’t shy away from all my sass. Gave as good as he got. So I didn’t ask too much. Didn’t probe when he answered a question with a question. I guess I thought he had secrets. Yeah … well … I have a few of those myself. It’ll all come out in its own good time. At least that’s what I thought. But then I was forced to think about it. Forced to confront the fact that I knew nothing about him. And then I got mad. Really mad. And I went looking for answers …