The Devil You Know

Every Monday morning, a lawyer at a firm feels a devil on her shoulder, a flame in her chest that whispers suggestions. She ignores them all, because each one is about Ben Tate, the colleague who sits across the table from her at the weekly meeting.

She has a list of grievances against him. In her telling, Ben steals clients and has evicted homeless women, and his easy smile and perfect teeth stand for everything she despises. Her policy has always been to keep her distance.

Then a case arrives at the firm, one with the potential to shape both of their careers, and she makes an exception. Working it means evenings and weekends side by side with him. She has to put up with his smirk and his sharp tongue without rising to any of it.

The book is an enemies-to-lovers workplace romance told in the first person, with a teasing, charged tone. The restraint holds until one night, when Ben says a single word, and the voice on her shoulder starts making demands of its own.