For my first ever PRETTY FEET, I'm welcoming the lovely Eve Devon, whose first book for Harper Impulse, Her Best Laid Plans, is out on Thursday!
Jane, thank you so much for inviting me on to your Pretty Feet blog spot.
About Eve:
Growing up in locations like Botswana and Venezuela gave me quite the taste for adventure and my love for romances began when my mother shoved one into my hands in a desperate attempt to keep me quiet during TV coverage of the Wimbledon tennis finals! When I wasn’t consuming books by the bucketload, I could be found pretending to be a damsel in distress or running around solving mysteries and writing down my adventures. As a teenager, I wrote countless episodes of TV detective dramas so the hero and heroine would end up together every week. As an adult, I worked in a library to conveniently continue consuming books by the bucketload, until realising I was destined to write contemporary romance and romantic suspense myself. I live in leafy Surrey in the UK, a book-devouring, slightly melodramatic, romance-writing sassy heroine with my very own sexy hero husband!
And her book...
About Eve:
Growing up in locations like Botswana and Venezuela gave me quite the taste for adventure and my love for romances began when my mother shoved one into my hands in a desperate attempt to keep me quiet during TV coverage of the Wimbledon tennis finals! When I wasn’t consuming books by the bucketload, I could be found pretending to be a damsel in distress or running around solving mysteries and writing down my adventures. As a teenager, I wrote countless episodes of TV detective dramas so the hero and heroine would end up together every week. As an adult, I worked in a library to conveniently continue consuming books by the bucketload, until realising I was destined to write contemporary romance and romantic suspense myself. I live in leafy Surrey in the UK, a book-devouring, slightly melodramatic, romance-writing sassy heroine with my very own sexy hero husband!
And her book...
Her Best Laid Plans
Love is what happens to you when you’re busy making other plans…
The Totally Perfect Life Plan of Amanda Gray
Step 1 – Take total control of own destiny and avoid getting too wrapped up in the details.
Step 2 – Definitely do NOT kiss gorgeous bad-boy businessman who doesn't know how to live life without scheduling it six months in advance, even if he is absolutely irresistible.
Step 3 – Don't even THINK of accompanying him to London as his PA to enjoy steamy encounters in a metropolitan paradise.
Step 4 – Absolutely, positively, whatever you do- do NOT fall in love with him…
Love is what happens to you when you’re busy making other plans…
The Totally Perfect Life Plan of Amanda Gray
Step 1 – Take total control of own destiny and avoid getting too wrapped up in the details.
Step 2 – Definitely do NOT kiss gorgeous bad-boy businessman who doesn't know how to live life without scheduling it six months in advance, even if he is absolutely irresistible.
Step 3 – Don't even THINK of accompanying him to London as his PA to enjoy steamy encounters in a metropolitan paradise.
Step 4 – Absolutely, positively, whatever you do- do NOT fall in love with him…
You can buy Eve's book here:
Amazon UK
Amazon US
Barnes & Noble
iBooks
KOBO
Google Play
eBooks by Sainsbury’s
Amazon UK
Amazon US
Barnes & Noble
iBooks
KOBO
Google Play
eBooks by Sainsbury’s
And now here are Eve's shoes... or in this case boots... and her story:
These boots were made for walking…
These boots were made for walking…
As you can see from the photo my pair of black biker-chick boots are four years old and pretty beaten up, or, as I like to call them—well-loved!
Once upon a time they were crease-free, shiny and new and for a long while they were my wardrobe staple and all the dresses I bought were merely to accessorise them.
When I originally went shopping for boots I distinctly remember I was looking for a pair of high-heeled sexy ones. I probably tried on at least twenty pair that on the shelf positively oozed sex appeal and yet on me—not so much. I wasn’t feeling them and they certainly weren’t feeling me. None of them made me feel like they were the pair. Like I just had to have them. Like walking in them would change my life.
And all the while I tried on pair after pair there were these black leather biker style boots my eyes kept straying towards.
“Actually I quite like those,” I finally ventured to Hunter-Gather, who promptly marched over, picked them up, and asked for them in my size. Hunter-Gather doesn’t do the dithering about thing and as we were on the ‘All I want for Christmas is a pair of sexy black boots’ shopping trip, naturally he wasn’t going home until they were secured!
I put them on.
They were about as far removed from the picture I had had in my head as could be.
I looked at Hunter-Gatherer.
“Sexy black boots – tick box,” he said.
“Really?” I did the walking up and down and looking at them from all angles thing.
I did feel different in them. But they weren’t your typical sexy black boots. They didn’t even have a high heel.
I must have looked like I was on the cusp of suggesting a trip to another town to start the process all over again because Hunter-Gatherer suddenly piped up with, “They’ve got the whole masculine thing going for them, making whatever you wear with them look extra feminine!”
Other husbands in the shop looked at him like they wished they’d thought of that line as wives asked if the pair they were trying on made their bum look big.
“And....,” he said waggling his eyebrows up and down. “They’re on sale!”
It was a sign – and the sign said SOLD.
When I went looking for my boots it was six months after I’d had serious neurosurgery and I was feeling pretty overwhelmed with life. Just being out and about and, well—alive, was pretty hard-core effort for a while.
I didn’t need to feel sexy so much as grounded, safe and confident.
My black boots were tough, hard-wearing and looked like they could withstand whatever was thrown at them. And that’s how they made me feel when I wore them. They helped give me back my confidence in myself.
They also reminded me that in the writing romance world, as in real life, confidence is sexy.
Find Eve on Facebook
Follow Eve on Twitter - @EveDevon
Once upon a time they were crease-free, shiny and new and for a long while they were my wardrobe staple and all the dresses I bought were merely to accessorise them.
When I originally went shopping for boots I distinctly remember I was looking for a pair of high-heeled sexy ones. I probably tried on at least twenty pair that on the shelf positively oozed sex appeal and yet on me—not so much. I wasn’t feeling them and they certainly weren’t feeling me. None of them made me feel like they were the pair. Like I just had to have them. Like walking in them would change my life.
And all the while I tried on pair after pair there were these black leather biker style boots my eyes kept straying towards.
“Actually I quite like those,” I finally ventured to Hunter-Gather, who promptly marched over, picked them up, and asked for them in my size. Hunter-Gather doesn’t do the dithering about thing and as we were on the ‘All I want for Christmas is a pair of sexy black boots’ shopping trip, naturally he wasn’t going home until they were secured!
I put them on.
They were about as far removed from the picture I had had in my head as could be.
I looked at Hunter-Gatherer.
“Sexy black boots – tick box,” he said.
“Really?” I did the walking up and down and looking at them from all angles thing.
I did feel different in them. But they weren’t your typical sexy black boots. They didn’t even have a high heel.
I must have looked like I was on the cusp of suggesting a trip to another town to start the process all over again because Hunter-Gatherer suddenly piped up with, “They’ve got the whole masculine thing going for them, making whatever you wear with them look extra feminine!”
Other husbands in the shop looked at him like they wished they’d thought of that line as wives asked if the pair they were trying on made their bum look big.
“And....,” he said waggling his eyebrows up and down. “They’re on sale!”
It was a sign – and the sign said SOLD.
When I went looking for my boots it was six months after I’d had serious neurosurgery and I was feeling pretty overwhelmed with life. Just being out and about and, well—alive, was pretty hard-core effort for a while.
I didn’t need to feel sexy so much as grounded, safe and confident.
My black boots were tough, hard-wearing and looked like they could withstand whatever was thrown at them. And that’s how they made me feel when I wore them. They helped give me back my confidence in myself.
They also reminded me that in the writing romance world, as in real life, confidence is sexy.
Find Eve on Facebook
Follow Eve on Twitter - @EveDevon