Eve R Hart

Iron Eve R Hart

IronLife was pretty good. I had no complaints. Yeah, I had a lot on my shoulders being the President and all, but there wasn't a single thing I'd change. I'd never wanted a single woman in my bed until her. Petra Novak was... more than I could ever explain. She was strong. She was deadly. And she came off as cold. The thing was, I knew her better than she knew herself. I knew her thoughts, her needs, her wants. I didn't have a problem kneeling to her demands, in fact, a huge part of me really liked it. But how was I going to get the emotionless woman to realize that she could love me? Well, that is a story worth telling. And let me just say, there wasn't a thing I wouldn't do for her. PetraStrong. Powerful. Ice Queen. Those were just some of the things people used to describe me. I build my way to the top and I was determined to protect what was mine. There wasn't much I was afraid of. Some might say that it was lonely at the top, but I never thought that. I had everything I ever needed. Until Iron. He walked into my world and showed me that he would do anything for me. That included coming whenever I demanded. But I didn't fit into his world. He was close to his club. They were his family. And me, well, I wasn't good with people because I didn't like them.