Welcome to my Evie-verse!

Sexy, Smart Romance Featuring Dangerous Attraction, Impossible Choices, and Obsessive Devotion.

I write stories where powerful men lose control over the one woman capable of challenging them.

Whether it’s a high-stakes mafia romance set in the underworld of the Sin Syndicate, a life-and-death medical romance that forces professionals into agonizing moral dilemmas, or stories set in other high-pressure worlds, I write passion-fueled relationships where tension simmers beneath every impossible choice.

The men are morally gray. The women are just as strong-willed as the men who fall for them. And for her, even the most self-controlled man would burn the world down.

Sin Syndicate Book 2

Eyes of the Unholy

An enemies to lovers mafia romance.

Who knew a girl with the face of an angel could be such a demon?

Sin Syndicate Book 1

Eyes on You

A forced proximity mafia romance.

Lyla was a lamb in a city of wolves. And I had just caught her scent.

Nikolai Volkov Quote – Eyes on You – Chapter One

She bit her bottom lip. Nervous tic or calculated move, I couldn’t tell, but it drew my eyes down to that goddamn mouth of hers. Soft. Full. Screaming to be ruined.

“You’re full of yourself,” she snapped, clearly catching my stare. “But let me guess. You think girls like me should be seen and not heard, right?”

“No,” I said coolly. “I think girls like you should be f***ed face down until that pretty mouth learns when to stay busy and when to stay silent—until obedience stops being a choice.”

~Nikolai Volkov, Eyes on You

Book cover for Eyes on You by Evie James, a best dark mafia romance featuring a possessive stalker hero Nikolai Volkov and a forced proximity trope.

Nikolai Volkov Quote – Eyes on You – Chapter 26

Her innocence and vulnerability made me weak in a way I hated. As I looked at the towel at her feet, felt her bare skin pressed against me, and inhaled the scent of her, the edges of my control started to fray.

I should’ve stepped away the second her arms started to wrap around me.

But I didn’t. Because a dark part of me—the bratva-born part—wanted to mark her. Ruin her.