Eve Valence built her financial consulting firm on clean books, sharp instincts, and one rule: never let dirty money touch her name.
Then one late-night client meeting ends in gunfire.
The only man who shows up before the police is Khaiman Mercer, a commanding crime boss with a beautiful face, dangerous hands, and a name Eve has hated for five years.
To Eve, Khaiman is the reason her best friend Nala disappeared. He was there when Nala vanished. His men cleaned up the pieces. His silence became the only confession Eve ever needed.
Now her business is tied to a deadly laundering scheme, her client is on the run, a dirty detective wants her framed, and Khaiman claims he is the only thing standing between her and a body bag.
Eve wants answers.
Khaiman wants her protected.
Neither one is ready for the truth.
Because Nala isn’t dead. Khaiman didn’t destroy her. He saved her.
And the real villain has been hiding behind charity galas, clean suits, fake signatures, and women he thought no one would believe.
As bullets fly through Houston, Eve is forced to trust the man she swore she’d never forgive. Khaiman is possessive, ruthless, and used to owning every room he enters, but Eve Valence refuses to be claimed unless she chooses it.
Money started the war.
Love made it dangerous.
