THEY SAY KINGS NEVER DIE. MY NAME IS CLARA KING, AND THIS IS THE STORY OF HOW I DIE. Socialite and psychology major Clara King looked forward to spending her twenty-first birthday at home in Florida. However, that all changes when her overbearing father drags her on a family vacation to Mexico, where Clara collides with their hot chauffeur, Enzo Ramirez. Enzo grew up on the rough streets of Tampico Bay; Clara grew up near Billionaires Row. Opposites attract, but not for this pair. Clara would learn that there was a thin line between love and hate and that the burning resentment she felt for Driver Boy would soon burn into something much hotter as the small town they inhabit would force them into close proximity. On the surface, Tampico Bay was the perfect setting for a summer romance, but beneath that shimmer and sparkle ran cracks in the streets filled with blood and secrets that were best left buried. The only problem? Clara couldn't help digging up truths, but the deeper she dug, the deeper her grave would be.

*** I get a call from an unknown number and I have a vague idea of who it might be. "911 what's your emergency?" I answer, holding back a laugh. "Don't fuck with me Elena. Now tell where you are so I can pick you up and... Talk." Damn, he's sexy when he's angry. I bit my lip, looking for the metro sign. "Your kind of talk and my kind of talk are completely different at the moment" I laugh, spotting what I was looking for. "Oh yeah? You don't know until you try, isn't that right, principessa? " he says huskily, almost making me stop in my tracks. *** Helen is one witty funny girl and Dante is one driven Mafia head. What happens when they accidentally reenact one of their childhood fairytales? I guess you'll need to read to find out.

Warning: Mature Content | "Excuse me?" My heart was pounding, not only because of what he was saying, but because I recognized his goddamn scent and it triggered an automatic flashback of every touch, every kiss, and every fucking thrust he gave me the last time we were even remotely this close. His eyes pierced through me, and I found myself frozen in place as I met those green wonders. "I know you're hiding something from me." Victoria Hutson has had a tiring four years of college, working to support herself after the passing of her mother. Now that she's done with that part of her life, she's found a stable job and she's letting loose for once. Except her choice of "letting loose" meant having sex with a handsome green eyed man she doesn't know and recognizing said green eyes on her boss the first day she comes into work. Please note that this story does not hold back on detailed sex scenes or profanity. COMPLETE STORY WILL BE AVAILABLE ON GALATEA.

❝I think he is attracted to her. Look at this beauty. Which man wouldn't want to keep her for himself? After all, ruling alone for such a long time he must be in search of a queen.❞ He's said to be the first creation of the moon goddess. The lone wolf, Arles. The king of all wolves. An immortal. A god. They say he ruled ruthlessly. He had the power to change the inescapable destiny of man itself. She was a mortal. A troublemaker. She didn't know what she was getting into when she crossed him. ... the end chapters are available on Inkitt for free. the link is in my bio. I don't own the picture used in the cover.