The Eve Who Knew Sin

Some Eves are tempted into sin; others, like Charlie, willingly crave it. Especially when sin struts in, all sleek curves and designer stilettos, answering to the name of Heia Rhiannon Marchesi-Verridien.

Heia, a woman who wore desire like a second skin, a siren in six-inch heels who had already shattered Charlie's life once before. Now, this embodiment of every dark fantasy is back, not as a fleeting memory, but as Charlie's landlady; a constant, agonizing reminder of the delicious danger Charlie craves.

Heia has walls higher than her Louboutins, a gaze that promises both salvation and damnation, and a darkness that slithers beneath her flawless skin. It is a darkness that whispers a name and the name is Lucifer.

Charlie knows she's playing with fire, dancing on the razor's edge of oblivion, but some infernos are worth the burn.

Is Heia a demon masquerading as an angel, or an angel wrestling with her own demons?

Charlie's determined to unravel the truth, even if the threads lead her straight to her own destruction.

Because some sins aren't just tempting; they become an addiction. And Charlie's about to learn that the most intoxicating highs often come with the most devastating crashes. For the Eve who knows sin has a decision to make: resist the pull of the abyss, or surrender to its all-consuming thrall?

And the most terrifying question of all: does she even have a choice?

Forget apples; this forbidden fruit is a woman, and Charlie's ready to devour her whole, consequences be damned.

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I was the Eve who knew sin.

And sin was she.

In this life, and perhaps in others,

I would choose this damnation.