Set against a background of irritatingly blue skies, trendy restaurants and catty parties, Don't Tell Eve is a fast-paced, witty novel about obsession - and revenge. Papyrus Press was a respectable, old-fashioned publishing house. Until Eve arrived. Bursting into the office with all the pizzazz of an amateur ballroom dancer, Eve is quickly discovered to be a devil, who doesn't know how to wear Prada. She's been told she must turn the company's flagging finances around, and she doesn't care if her means are fair, foul, ethical, legal or even sensible: they just have to be effective.
With the aid of her sadistic sidekick Hilary, Eve believes she has everything under control. But she hasn't counted on interference from the enigmatic Jess, a woman with her own creative agenda. There is also the small matter of a missing bad-boy celebrity chef, a radical management book, a notorious artist and a set of mysterious dolls. And then there's Eve's inscrutable and damaged husband, who might well have an agenda of his own …
