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So excited to announce that my book Deceived Part 2 - Paris is out today for kindle. As a big thank you to all my followers and readers, I am having a 99 cents sale on both books this week. You can get Deceived Part 2 here: http://amzn.to/13v8ZuR

I can't wait to hear what you all think of it. <3

Eve xoxo

From the back cover:
Heartbroken and deceived, Chloe Swanson, looking for a distraction to mend her broken heart, accepts a job offer, helping a friend to open an art gallery in Paris, France. 

Her trip to Paris launches an avalanche of adventures, that leaves little to the imagination. Will Chloe ever forgive Patrick Collins for breaking her heart, or will Paris, the City of Love, provide her with new opportunities?



Excerpt from Deceived Part 2 Paris:

Chapter 3

“Welcome to Air France,”the smiling blond flight attendant said with a cute French accent, extending her arm guiding me to the left. As I inched my way down the cabin aisle past her, I tried not to bump my carry-on bag into her sharply dressed figure. Friday had finally arrived. The last couple of days had been a whirlwind trying to pack for my trip with Ryan to Paris. I always had a hard time consolidating all my clothes into the limited amount of luggage allowed. It baffled me how some people could do the, “I’m only bringing a carry-on bag”, thing to avoid going through baggage claim. I had laden myself with bags, jacket, scarf, purse and anything else I could manage to hang on my body, in an attempt to use it like a pack mule, and extend my “allowable luggage” to include my body itself.“Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me...” I apologized my way down the first class cabin craning my neck to find my seat number.“Chloe, we sit over here to the left,“ Ryan said. “I’ll be up front and your seat is a little farther back,” he said pointing with his chin.Ryan had booked his ticket weeks ago and fortunately, he managed to get me a seat on the same flight, however we were not seated next to each other. That didn’t matter though, I was ecstatic. Ryan had generously booked us in First Class. Not only had I never been to Europe, I had never flown First Class before. Who knew what other “firsts” I would encounter on this trip? I felt like my cocoon days were over and I finally morphed into a butterfly...well maybe not a butterfly, but I was ready to be adventurous and try new experiences. I guess I had found the remedy to help me get over Patrick. This trip to Paris was the magic potion I needed.“Sure Ryan,” I said as I clunked past the restroom, my gaudy oversized tote bag obnoxiously scratching the wall. “They’ll take good care of you here. Be sure to reserve the complementary neck massage and by the way, all the drinks and meals are free but go easy on the champagne, he jokingly warned. “I don’t want to have to carry you and all your crazy bags off the plane.”“Don’t worry, I’ll behave on the flight but I can’t promise anything after that,” I replied with one eyebrow raised.I had to pinch myself and give a mental "woo-hoo" as I turned to search for my seat number. Finally, I spotted my seat completely in the back, the last row of First Class and someone was already sitting in the seat next to mine, hunched over, arranging a bag or something. I groaned to myself, hoping it would not be an oversized old guy with bad teeth and greasy hair, who would want to talk my ear off the entire flight. As I approached my row, the huddled figure in the seat looked up and my eyes were met by a pair of dark deep set eyes, framed in a very handsome square face. He pushed back a few strands of long dark hair that fell out of place as he got up and my eyes froze on his powerful chest and shoulders. Jackpot! Well, hello there. Failing miserably in anattempt to be nonchalant, I literally choked out my words. “I, I, think this is my seat,” I rasped out in a freakishly high hoarse voice due to the moisture stuck in my throat, pointing at the seat next to him.“No problem.” He graciously moved aside allowing passage. Making a fool of myself like a clumsy circus clown, I nearly collided with his taut body and I blundered my way to my seat.As he was leaning his torso back to avoid getting sucker punched by my tote bag, he mockingly said, “Ha, I thought weapons weren’t allowed on planes.”My blood flashed red in my cheeks as I fumbled with my gear, stowing the largest part in the overhead bin but keeping all the important sundries nearby.“Sorry, I’m an over packer, seriously luggage challenged. I never have enough,” I mumbled in a feeble attempt at humor between my intermittent glances to check him out. He stood at the seat next to me and watched as I was settling in, his dark eyes were riveting, boldly assessing my every move. Each time I looked up from my shuffling, I noticed he was watching me intently. His perusal of me added to my feeling of self-consciousness and something intense flared through our interaction. He was hot... Extremely hot!My stolen “peeks” revealed a skin tight T-shirt that hugged his body. The muscles rippling under his shirt quickened my pulse, tempting my hands to reach out and stroke his well-built physique. His firm biceps bulged out from the short sleeve of his shirt, pushing the sleeve up just a little to accommodate the girth of his upper arm, the tip of a tribal tattoo escaping. My nerves were beginning to show in my sweaty palms. I also discerned that he was tall, about six feet - two, just the right height for me. His hair was trimmed in the back but long on top so that when it became unruly, wavy strands fell forward. He ran his hand through his hair in a fruitless attempt to restrain the unruly locks. The gesture was unnerving. Each time he made it, the motion drew my attention to the muscle on his upper arm as it flexed, when pushing his hair back into place. This guy was more than hot! He was sexy as hell!  Scooching past him to finally take my seat, I avoided eye contact, for fear of revealing the lust in my eyes, or maybe the drool on my chin. He was young, early twenties, gorgeous and sooo fresh. My will power waved goodbye and much like Elvis Presley, left the building. As the stewardess’s went through all the standard procedures preparing to take off, I powered off my cell phone, vigilantly aware of the hunky guy next to me, oozing copious amounts of invisible pheromones for the reptilian part of my brain to process. Humans have a lower part of the brain that reacts involuntarily, often referred to as the reptilian brain, which handles functions we don’t have to think about like breathing. Mine was gladly working overtime and got harder to keep under control. Damn those chemical substances!“So, first time going to Paris?” He prodded for more info. “You are going there for a model shoot, or something, right?  I mean, you look like a model.”“Me?  Oh no...pffft...hardly,” I replied.  “Business trip.”“Oh, okay. My name’s Jesse...um....” He trailed off waiting for my name.“I’m Chloe, nice to meet you Jesse,” He stuck out a hand sideways to shake and I met the hand along with the smile that was offered. The warmth of personal contact in his hand projected tingling electricity of which I became acutely aware.  “You are gorgeous, you could be a model. Your eyes are amazing,” he continued looking up from under half hooded eyes. I felt the heat rise to my face again and little flutters in my stomach. This guy’s fiery gaze cut right through me like a knife and boy, he made that knife feel good. I was falling for him quickly. After all, I had all the symptoms of a girl with a broken heart and this guy had no trouble reeling me in. He leaned back comfortably in his seat. I was careful not to let my arm touch his on the armrest. I had many more hours to sit in his near proximity and that realization made my breathing uneven. Thank God for free drinks in First Class. I was in dire need of one.  The flight finally got underway and I relaxed into my spacious seat. I was grateful when the stewardess finally came to our row taking drink orders. When I discovered that French champagne was offered, I gave the stewardess a nod to bring it in my direction. Jesse ordered, in like manner and with glasses in hand, we tipped the edges together in a toast “to Paris”.“This is good,” I said enjoying the mellow zing of the bubbly as it smoothed its way over my tongue and down my throat.“It should be. It’s Dom Perignon.” he smiled.“Nice.” I made a mental note to profusely thank Ryan again for putting me in First Class.“So, what’s the mysterious business trip you’re on?”“It’s not mysterious, far from it. I’m going to Paris with my boss, he’s sitting up there,” I pointed with my champagne glass to the front. “I am his assistant and we are opening an art gallery in Paris. You know, I’m going there to help set things up, work on promotions and the usual stuff,” I explained.  Ah, the velvet smooth relaxation of the fermented grapes was having its anticipated effect on me. Wine, and champagne, which is really a sparkling wine, always came through for me. I could count on it giving me a buzz, time and time again. I couldn’t tell you much about pairing wines with meals, but I could tell you this, it delivered its effects every time and it never let me down unlike people, sad to say. However, life was looking better now and I turned to chat up my newfound friend, Jesse, drinking in the pleasurable visual stimulation I was enjoying from his drop dead gorgeous good looks.“How about you? What do you do for a living?” I had contemplated what a young hard body like him would do for a living, fantasizing possibilities such as UFC fighter, bodybuilder, male model.... “I race motocross,” he replied taking a sip of his champagne and resting his arm on the center console between us, like I should have knowledge of this sport.“Motocross? Hmm. I don’t know much about that sport.” I felt stupid but then I hadn’t really had much guy sport references growing up an only child.“Motocross is like dirt bike racing,” he explained. “My older brother, Jimmy got me started riding when he gave me his 65 and moved up to 85’s...” He lost me there and I had to interrupt.“Wait, what? 65, 85. What’s that?”  “He smiled a beautiful smile and chuckled, “Those are engine sizes.  Anyway,” he continued, “I started riding at a pretty young age, about seven but then my dad passed away and I had to grow up fast. No time for kids’ stuff. Instead I had to put all my effort into my riding. I wanted to go to the Pro Am circuit, find sponsors and be able to help support my mom and brothers.”“And well, did you?”“Here I am, on my way to race in Supercross de Paris.”“Wow, your family must be proud of you.”“Yep, my brother always said that it’s not only about the race if you want to make it as a pro rider. It's also about your relationship with other riders and your sponsors.”“That’s so true. Same thing in business, it is all about, relationships with sponsors, or clients.” For being so young this guy was wise beyond his years. But oh my, he was a fine specimen of a young man. Probably too young for me but sometimes girls just want to have fun.The more champagne I drank, the more I leaned on the armrest in Jesse’s direction, that marvelous tattooed bicep practically under my nose, calling my name, begging to be touched. I wondered what his chest looked like, or his abdomen. I bet he had a fantastically cut, and I wanted my eyes on his aesthetically pleasing “V”.“You must work out a lot,” I quipped as I became fixated on the idea of seeing him shirtless, using those pumped up guns to push my arms over my head while he ravished me, his unruly hair falling down on his forehead as he leaned over me.
“Well, yea. I train on the track and off the track, but let’s talk more about you. Are you sure that you’re not a model?”
Hope you enjoyed the excerpt. You can continue reading here: http://amzn.to/13v8ZuR
Eve

Yay, it's finally here. Deceived - Part 2 Paris. It's been some long days editing and tweaking, but I love how it came out. Hope you will love it too. So excited to hear what you all think.

Much love,

Eve xoxo

This is Francisco, another hunky guy that Eve meets in Deceived Part 2.

I had finished most of the delicious veal chop on my plate, when mother nature called and I excused myself to go powder my nose. I headed to the bar area in search of the ladies room. Belly up to the bar, was a good looking hunk of a guy, loudly conversing with a friend, while gesticulating with his hands about, who knows what, probably the latest soccer goal of the day, when suddenly his enthusiasm got the better of him and he motioned with his glass still in his hand. At that very moment, I attempted to pass by his extended arm, wine and all, but with my hand to eye coordination being as poor as it is, I couldn’t duck away from his airborne glass in time and my white silk covered breasts crashed into his glass of red wine. Actually, it was more like his wine hit my blouse, but who’s keeping track anyway? All I could remember was watching a crimson stain grow to the size of a watermelon all over the front of me.“Oh Shit! What the hell?” I shrieked as I instinctively jumped back, frantically pawing at the red stain, as if that would do any good. Godamnit.It was red wine...no chance of getting that out.My high pitched squeal broke the concentration of his tall tale and he turned in my direction. “Pardon, I’m so sorry, Miss...did I get you wet?” he apologized as he stood up from his bar stool to face me. I was prepared to spew forth every expletive in the book but instead I gasped. I was rendered speechless by the most intoxicating set of sea-green eyes that had ever gazed at me. He had sandy blond shoulder length hair that fell down around a slender face, and a sharp jaw line with a masculine dimple in his chin. From the looks of him, and his accent, I could surmise that he was probably Spanish or maybe Northern Italian.   Excerpt from Deceived Part 2 Release date January 15th

Say hello to Jesse, the extremely handsome young pro motocross driver, that Chloe meets on the plane to Paris.

I had to pinch myself as I turned to search for my seat number. Finally, I spotted my seat completely in the back, the last row of First Class and someone was already sitting in the seat next to mine, hunched over, arranging a bag or something. I groaned tomyself, hoping it would not be an oversized old guy with bad teeth and greasy hair, who would want to talk my ear off the entire flight. As I approached my row, the huddled figure in the seat looked up and my eyes were met by a pair of dark deep set eyes, framing a very handsome square face. He pushed back a fewstrands of long dark hair, that fell out of place as he got up, and my eyes froze on his powerful chest and shoulders.Jackpot! Well, hello there! Excerpt from "Deceived Part 2 - Paris" - release date January 15th 2013

Merry Christmas everyone!
My contemporary romance Deceived is free on Amazon today December 26th. Go download it. It's a fun quick read. Click here -> http://amzn.to/WYZ0wx


Deceived Part 1 - New York (120 pages)
The steamy first installment of the Deceived romance trilogy by Eve Carter, in the bestselling tradition of Fifty Shades of Grey by E. L. James and The Blackstone Affair by Raine Miller.

When Chloe Swanson, an innocent mid-western college graduate, lands her dream job in New York City, she doesn't realize what kind of a ride she's in for.
It doesn't take long before her boss, the charming and sharp businessman Patrick Collins, deceives her into being part of his plan to land the biggest account of his life.

However, he never expected that he would fall for her. Suddenly, he finds himself trapped between a ruthless billionaire client, who has her own eyes set on Patrick, and his deep affection for the beautiful Chloe.
What follows is a sensual and passionate journey of self-discovery, as Chloe faces the harsh reality of jealousy, love and money in the big city.
Stimulating, amusing and highly arousing, Deceived is a romance that will excite and titillate your senses.

A little sneak peak of Deceived Part 2. It picks up where part 1 ended. Hope you’ll like it.

Deceived Part 2 - Paris, Chapter 1
The night air blew cold down the back of my bare neck as I stumbled up the sandy path to one of the most beautiful mansions in the Hamptons. I had put my hair in an up-do for what started out to be a glorious night full of promise, but now my first summer event of the Hamptons was bathed in a somber mood and no doubt this would be my last event here. I had just walked away from Patrick Collins, whom I’d open my heart to, leaving him standing in desperation at the water’s edge.Struggling to hold up the soaking wet hem of a $3000 designer gown as I tripped my way up the path, I squeezed my eyes tightly, hoping to abate the deluge that was about to spill forth. My mind was swimming with questions about my boss and the man that had become my lover. “Lover”, that was before he deceived me. Before he wrenched my heart out of my body and threw it off the damn balcony at the Crestwood Mansion, where my nemesis last poured her contemptuous glare down upon me. Not here, not now. I squeezed my eyes shut again. I wasn't going to allow myself to cry. Not yet.I climbed up the steps to the veranda, winded from both the hike up the ocean path and the effort it had taken to control the emotions now boiling up inside of me. I grabbed the wooden rail with one hand, my high heels dangling and clattering against the wood. Holding the bunched up fabric in the other, I impatiently tugged and stretched at it as I stumbled up the stairs.My mind raced. I had to get out of here. There’s no way I could go back inside. How could I face these people looking like this? How on earth was I going to get home? I just wanted to leave and retreat to my comfortable apartment, curl up in the fetal position in my own bed and die a graceful death of a broken heart.Once I was up the stairs, standing on the veranda, I could hear the soft melodious sound of music floating out the french doors. The charity event was still in progress as I stalled out on the porch not sure how to proceed, fighting the urge to give in to self-pity. A wave of overwhelming fatigue hit my body like a freight train and I plopped down on the top step burying my face in my hands. What now? Running a mental check of the contents of my purse, I noted that I had my wallet and phone and supposed I could call a cab to take me back. Yeah, right, a two hour cab ride back to the city. Shit! What the hell am I gonna do now?“Hey there,” a familiar voice rang out from behind me. Turning my head, a shadowy figure of Ryan appeared, silhouetted against the interior lights of the mansion.“Oh, Ryan,” I said trying to hide the hurt in my voice. “Hey,” I continued and then quickly looked away so he couldn't read the emotion on my face or see the distress in my eyes. Luckily the cover of darkness was on my side.Ryan moved down one step and sat next to me while unbuttoned his tuxedo jacket in the cool night air. The silence between us was blatantly obvious, but I was relieved that he allowed it to settle over the conversation for a while. I kept my head down, staring at nothing on the bottom step, scared to talk for fear of opening the floodgates.Thank God it was Ryan who walked out. I had taken a liking to him the week before when we first met. Something clicked between us and I immediately picked up on good vibes from him. Compassion is like a magic key unlocking our emotions, when even the briefest comfort from a stranger can trigger the release in our moment of need. Hugging my knees to my chest, I rested my chin on them.“Chloe, are you okay?” he asked with a soft voice.Like a five-year-old child I bobbed my head up and down, pursing my lips and shutting my eyes tight again. Considering that eighty percent of all communication is nonverbal, I knew that my body language would betray me. Reading the situation like a detective, Ryan gently put his arm around my shoulders and leaned his head close to mine.“Okay, let’s see here. A beautiful young woman, dressed in a lovely gown is sitting all alone on the steps with the hem of her dress dripping wet….hmm… and no Patrick to be found. Me thinks something is wrong m’lady,” he said soothingly.I kept my focus frozen on that bottom step, then blew out a long audible breath, dropping my arms to my sides and stretching out my long legs.“Ryan, this sucks. I cannot be here one more minute,” I confessed desperately.“Why? What happened?” His eyes searching my face for clues. I turned my head to look back at him and I recognized his genuine concern.“Patrick and I had a fight and….I don’t want to talk about it. I can’t talk about it right now…” I stammered.“Oh, okay. So what do you want to do then?” He pressed me but I wasn't willing to divulge details just yet. I was too furious to speak coherently. I knew if I launched into an explanation now, it would all come out a jumbled mess.“All I know is I can’t stay here and I can’t go back to the hotel with Patrick. I want to go home – now!” I insisted with a little quiver in my voice. I felt like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz demanding to go home to Auntie Em. The crack in my voice was enough of a signal for Ryan to get the hint that I was a smoldering volcano about to erupt.‘Hey, tell you what…This whole high stakes charity event is boring me anyway. There is nothing more I’d rather do than getting the hell out of here. What do you say I drive you back to the city?” He pulled back away from me and smiled understandingly.“Really? You would do that? Oh my God. Thank you so much Ryan.” The tension in my shoulders relaxed. “You’re a lifesaver,” I said dropping my head back in a “thank you Lord” expression. I could feel my scrambled nerves coagulating, coming back together again, now that my immediate problem was miraculously solved.

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I hope you enjoyed the sneak peak of Deceived Part 2 - Paris. Much more to come in January when it will be released on kindle and as paper back.
You can already buy Deceived Part 1 - New York by clicking here....... 

Deceived - Part 1 New York
I'm excited to announce that my first novella "Deceived - Part 1 New York" is now available on Amazon.

When Chloe Swanson, an innocent mid-western college graduate, lands her dream job in New York City, she doesn't realize what kind of a ride she’s in for. It doesn't take long before her boss, the charming and sharp businessman Patrick Collins, deceives her into being part of his plan to land the biggest account of his life. What follows is a sensual and passionate journey of self-discovery, as Chloe faces the harsh reality of jealousy, love and money in the big city.
Deceived Part 1 – New York is a 120 page novella in the style of popular erotic romance novels such as 50 Shades of Grey by E.L. James and The Blackstone Affair by Raine Miller.

Stimulating, amusing and highly erotic, Deceived is a romance that will excite and titillate your senses.

Check it out on Amazon. Click here....