Crowned By Fate By Amo Jones Now

Bryant stepped into her space, the scent of expensive bourbon and rain clinging to him. He reached out, his thumb skimming the line of her jaw until he reached the pulse point at her throat. He felt the frantic beat of her heart and smirked.

Midnight in the underground circuit of the Silver Lake elite felt like a velvet noose—expensive, suffocating, and impossible to escape. Isa sat in the back of the obsidian SUV, her fingers tracing the jagged crest embroidered into the leather seats. It was the mark of the King—not a man chosen by the people, but one crowned by the dark hand of fate. Crowned By Fate by Amo Jones

The door opened, and the cold air of the Pacific Northwest rushed in. Bryant stood there, his shadow stretching across the pavement like a warning. He didn’t offer a hand; he never did. He simply waited for her to step into the chaos he called a life. Bryant stepped into her space, the scent of

"I didn't think kings waited for anyone," Isa replied, stepping onto the gravel. Her heels crunched, a sharp sound in the quiet of the forest clearing. Midnight in the underground circuit of the Silver

Should the focus be more on the forbidden romance or the dark mystery? Which character's perspective should be followed?

"They think this is a fairy tale," Isa said, looking at the intricate metal. "They don't see the thorns."

"Let them watch the flowers," Bryant said, turning her toward the grand, crumbling estate that loomed ahead. "While we rule the dirt they grow in."