King of Me
Authors: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
| King of Me |
| Number III of The King Trilogy |
| Mimi Jean Pamfiloff |
| P, Inc. (2014) |
“You’re asking me to…love you?” asked Mia.
He slowly scratched his thick black stubble. “I suppose I am.”
What if you were asked to love a dangerous man who betrayed you at every turn, who terrified you even in your sleep? Could you do it to save the people you hold dear?
Mia Turner is ready to give it all—her body, her heart, her soul—to the mysterious, ruthless billionaire who holds the cards to saving her family. But when this sinfully sexy man, simply known as King, demands something more, something horrifying, Mia will be forced to face the impossible truth about their lives.
Sometimes the truth brings salvation. And sometimes the truth breaks you.
KING (of) ME
The KING Trilogy
Book Three
Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
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Copyright © 2014 by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
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ISBN-10:0990304825
ISBN-13:978-0-9903048-2-1
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Editing: Latoya Smith, Tessa Shapcott, and Pauline Nolet
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What Are Reviewers Saying About King?
5 STARS. “King's is everything it promised to be and more. It's dark, mysterious and gritty with a touch of sensual and a dash of snarky humor…” -
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5 STARS for King’s. “I can honestly say I was so charmed by this book I didn’t put it down once for 4.5 hours straight.”
- SmartmouthSmut.com
KING’S. “I give this book 11 on a scale of one to 10. This book catches you right from the beginning and does not let go."
- bookwormsanonymousmyfavoritethings.blogspot.com
5 STARS. “Just when I thought I had seen it all in King’s, Pamfiloff ups the ante in King for a Day.”
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5 STARS for KING FOR A DAY! "The writing was so suspenseful and well done that I couldn't put it down…"
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“Heart-racing, mind-jumbling, infuriatingly-beautiful, steaming-hot and where-the-hell-is-the-next-one! That's exactly how
King's
made me feel and ultimately left me."
- thebookbell.wordpress.com
"Ok so can I just say HOLYSH**BALLS BATMAN!!!!!!!!!! I did not even see this coming I really thought I might know who KING was but I was nowhere near close." -
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“I’m going to take a soak in my tub. Care to join me?” he asked.
I blinked. It wasn’t a tub, but a round, large sunken pool with tiles made of the same deep blues as the Aegean Sea and smack in the center of his room like some ancient Grecian spa. I’d literally dreamed about bathing with him in it a million times—our bodies wet and steaming as I rode his muscled frame and devoured his sensual lips with my mouth.
King lifted one dark, silky brow. “My, my, Miss Turner. You
do
have quite the dirty mind. I hope to sample the fruits of its labor before my time is up. Perhaps tonight?”
I shook my head, feeling ashamed. My imagination was out of control. “No.”
“Such a shame, as I think we both might enjoy it.” King shrugged and began walking toward the house, dissolving into thin air right before my eyes. “I hope you like the dress, Mia.”
“I didn’t agree to go with you.”
“Do not be late,” his disembodied voice called out. “It displeases me.”
Pompous jerk.
I hung my head and covered my face before blowing out a slow breath. I tried not to be excited about tonight, but I was. I tried not to hate myself for it, but I did.
Contents
Other Works By Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
CHECK OUT OTHER MIMI JEAN TITLES
ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE WITH…A GOD?
excerpt
Other Works By Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
FATE BOOK (a New Adult Novel)
HAPPY PANTS CAFÉ (a Contemporary Romance Series)
KING’S (Book 1, The King Trilogy)
KING FOR A DAY (Book 2, The King Trilogy)
THE ACCIDENTALLY YOURS SERIES
Accidentally in Love with…a God?
Accidentally Married to…a Vampire?
Sun God Seeks…Surrogate?
Accidentally…Evil? (a Novella)
Vampires Need Not…Apply?
Accidentally…Cimil? (a Novella)
Accidentally…Over? (Series Finale)
COMING DECEMBER 2014
FATE BOOK TWO (a New Adult Novel)
COMING 2015
IMMORTAL MATCHMAKERS, INC.
MERMEN (Book 1, The Mermen Series)
MERMADMEN (Book 2, The Mermen Series)
SKINNY PANTS (Book 2, The Happy Pants Café Series)
DEDICATION
I’m going for cheesy and dedicating this book to two people I’ve never met: the women who inspired my love of wicked, sexy, tormented, bad boys. Anne Rice, thank you for getting me hooked on vampires at a very young age and for writing some of the best anti-heroes ever. Paranormal Romance would not be what it is today without you. Charlaine Harris, thank you for reintroducing me to Paranormal Romance twenty-five years later. Without you, I wouldn’t have woken up and learned to love books again.
KING
(of)
ME
CHAPTER ONE
Sex with a ghost. Sex with a ghost. Am I really going to do this?
I stared into my champagne glass, my hand trembling as I focused—tried to focus, anyway—on the delicate bubbles fizzing to the surface. It was all I could do to keep from getting up and running from the nearly empty restaurant or stealing yet another look at my date. His unsettling, raw masculinity nearly undid me every time, despite knowing that his exterior was a façade.
How did I get myself into this?
“Miss Turner,” he said in that deep, dark, disapproving tone, “look at me.”
I knew I had to face this situation head-on, so to speak. There would be no running away.
You can handle it.
Hell, I’d endured a heck of a lot worse these past few months—physical threats, being kidnapped, watching my brother get murdered; however, my mental armor wore thin.
Doesn’t matter. You’re in the home stretch now.
I finally willed myself to gaze across the table at the imposing, exquisite, and dangerous man, his sleek muscular body draped in an expensive tux.
Stunning.
I listened to my heart beat exactly three times and then sucked in a shallow breath, willing my heart to continue pumping.
The way the candlelight danced over his finely sculpted cheekbones, chiseled jaw, and sensual lips mesmerized me. I couldn’t help it. Then there were those dark lashes and his thick, wavy black hair that fell just behind his ears, and…Well, let’s just say his appearance made it easy to forget who he was: an ancient, dead king cursed to roam the earth for eternity. His modern camouflage wasn’t simply exquisite; it was flawless.
Sweat began to trickle down my spine beneath my little black dress, forcing me to shift in my seat.
Breathe, Mia. Breathe.
“Stop the incessant fidgeting, Miss Turner, and tell me how you like the champagne.” He stared unblinkingly at me with his icy gray eyes.
Trying to project an air of calmness, I casually brushed my crazy blonde waves from my face and picked up my menu, finding sanctuary from my thoughts on page two. “Um. The champagne is good. I like it.”
Idiot.
Even I, with my whiskey palate, knew this was a five-hundred-dollar bottle of fermented grape juice fit for the gods.
Or a king.
Able to hear my thoughts, he smirked, and two tiny but deep dimples puckered in his stubble-covered cheeks. “Do you know what you’d like to order?”
“Not really.” I didn’t normally eat this sort of stuff—quail egg sushi rolls with a ginger plum reduction, or wild sea bass with a lilac honey glaze. It sounded pretty good, but for one hundred dollars a plate, I didn’t feel right rolling the dice on my menu selection.
You’re going to have sex with King tonight, and you’re worried about what to order?
“That is exactly right, Miss Turner.” He pinned me with his cool eyes. “Ordering the wrong dish isn’t the end of the world. Sex on the other hand…” He scratched his unshaven chin. “I expect my order to be perfect. Or there will be consequences.” He flashed a wicked little grin.
Dammit.
“Stay out of my head,” I said.
“Let us cut the crap, Miss Turner. I can hear you. I can either pretend not to, or we may both simply acknowledge that this is a fact. If I pretend, however, I will not be gaining any…” he reached for the words, “yards. Yes—yards with you.”
“So we’re playing football now?” I supposed the sports metaphor felt appropriate. He wanted to win and would mow down anyone who got in his way. Right now, he needed to win me. All of me. Why? I’d get to that in a moment.
“No. Our game is far more serious than that.” He dipped his head a notch and gazed hungrily across the candlelit table, pushing my body temperature up ten more degrees despite my effort to ignore the hold he had over me.
“The game of life,” I muttered under my breath.
“Greater than that.”
What could be bigger than life?
I wondered.
