Café Rouge is the small french cafe that Lola's father has poured his heart and soul into. She'd never thought, he'd acquired it through...darker means. The Italian mob to be more precise. Now it's collection time and Lola's paying the price. Trading herself for her father's life-Lola finds herself in the hands of the incredibly frustrating, confusing and very good looking mob son's boss-Carlos. She's convinced that with Carlos there's nothing more than what meets the eye; a cold-hearted, killer but could she be wrong? Warning: First chapter goes fast since it was taken from a One-Shot. I will be editing this along with the rest of the book much later so bear in mind the story does get better :)

"Tóso ómorfi," someone almost growled behind me. My heart jolted with shock in my chest as I shrieked and whirled around. An imposing man stood before me, his almost-black eyes full of desire. The sleek tuxedo he was wearing fitted the broad expanse of his torso like a second skin. His sun kissed complexion was without flaw and a shadow crept across the shape of his clean shaven jawline. I could smell the bittersweet musk of his aftershave from where I was standing. He was the human vessel of Adonis. In less than two steps, he had strode forwards until he was right in front of my face. I could not breathe. The air was as heavy as lead in my lungs. A second passed. He paused-I allowed the moment I had to recoil from him to dissipate around us-and he gripped my chin hard and pushed his mouth fiercely over mine. I was paralyzed and my mind raced. Why was he in the women's toilets? Frances Hayward is a journalist known for her ice queen demeanour-despite her popular articles discussing the do's and don'ts of romance as alter ego Valerie D'Voire. She is also cursed with the burden of keeping her emotions in check after an accident in her past. Ensuring her dormant state is natural for Frances, but tensions run high and remaining in control proves difficult when she meets Greek bachelor Mr Krieos.