Taming Evangeline by CL Matthews
Title: Taming Evangeline
Author: CL Matthews
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Suspenseful Romance
Cover Designer: Sara Eirew
Models: Julio Elving & Ashley Edmund
Editor: Edits by V
Blurb:
Lust, hate and death lurk in the darkness. Evangeline has stumbled upon secrets that put everyone she loves in danger.
As she attempts to untangle the web of lies that encircles her, two men from her past appear and begin to put things into perspective while complicating things in other ways. She has to decide who she can trust.
Can Gideon Blackwell, be the "fixer" that she needs? Or will Marcus Cagel uncover the underground organization of CK-21 and change everything?
One will be her undoing while the other will protect her above all else. When everything is on the line, the real question becomes; who will survive Evangeline Carpenter?
C.L. Matthews resides in Utah, the state with the best snow on earth. She is not a fan of the snow but loves her state just the same. She is known for her swag business and creative pieces. C.L. Matthews is a swag maker, book nerd, and new author, it isn't an easy task but she wants to succeed in many things. Her hobbies consist of crafting, drinking coffee until she can't consume any more, and reading until she falls asleep with books in her lap. C.L. Matthews is married to her childhood best friend, she got her happily ever after.
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Men fell at her feet, falling into her web of lust and mistakes. She pitied them and gave nothing to ease their torture. She lived off the facial expressions of men when she was done; knowing she satisfied them but never would again. Evangeline would leave in the middle of the night to hide the excitement that lit up in her dark irises, not wanting them knowing her plans, which were what kept her going every day. A broken heart wasn’t something you let go of like last night’s trash; it was a slow burn that constantly throbbed between her ribcage to remind her why she hated men so much.
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