Title: Accidentally
in Love With…a God? (Accidentally Yours Series, Book 1)
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Mimi Jean Pamfiloff is hysterical. This is the first in her Accidentally Yours series. Can't wait for more.
Before taking up a permanent residence in the San Francisco Bay Area, Mimi spent time living near NYC (became a shopaholic), in Mexico City (developed a taste for very spicy food), and Arizona (now hates jumping chollas, but pines for sherbet sunsets). Her love of pre-Hispanic culture, big cities, and romance inspires her to write when she’s not busy with kids, work, and life…or getting sucked into a juicy novel.
Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
Publisher: Self/Indie
Length: 88,000 Words
Sub-Genres: Contemporary, Paranormal
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Publisher: Self/Indie
Length: 88,000 Words
Sub-Genres: Contemporary, Paranormal
AVAILABLE AT:
Twenty-two-year-old
Emma Keane has a secret friend. He’s powerful, mysterious, and devastatingly
handsome. In her dreams, anyway.
In real life,
he’s an enigma. Maybe just a teensie jealous. Definitely overbearing. He’s also
a voice only she can hear.
So who or
what is he? He won’t say. But if she wants to be free, to be normal, Emma will
have to trek to the jungles once ruled by the Mayans and find the forgotten
ruin holding the answers.
However, the ruthless deity she’s
about to unknowingly unleash on the modern world might not be so easily
extracted from her life. Bottom line, he’s got enemies, and now, so does she.
EXCERPT #1
Chapter 1 - Present Day
Wasn’t dating
supposed to be fun? Because this was anything but. At any moment, a man I’d
never met—approximately six-foot-three, brown hair, and soul-piercing blue
eyes, according to his online profile—would walk through the door of the Conga
Lounge, give his name to the hostess, and scream hysterically at the sight of
me. Okay. He wouldn’t scream. Aloud, anyway. Not that I was heinous, but anyone
who looked closely enough might notice I was…different.
I eyeballed the door, contemplating
making a mad dash before he arrived.
No, you can do this, I thought while
staring at the condensation channeling down my glass of water, my leg bouncing
under the table. Why had my date picked a corny theme-bar that looked like
Gilligan’s Island threw up? What sort of man goes novelty on the first date?
Bad sign. Bad sign.
At least the other patrons—seated around
the faux-torch lit room, leisurely sipping Bahama Mama’s and Mai Tai’s—were
oblivious to my impending meltdown.
I felt the gentle whoosh of summer
evening air as the door swung open and the noise from the traffic-packed New
York street poured in. A tall man with sun-kissed skin, broad shoulders, and tousled
brown hair floated in—yes, floated—as if he’d ridden in on a cloud straight
from Hot-Man Land. He wore a black polished-cotton shirt, which hugged his
well-constructed chest, and low slung jeans that molded to his lean physique.
He wasn’t just good looking, he was Milan runway edible.
“Oh, sweet Virgin of Guadalupe, please be
Jake,” I muttered under my breath.
Like a cliché from a movie, our eyes met
from across the room, and his face lit up with a dimple-framed smile. My heart
nearly stopped. “Thank you, Virgin,” I said, releasing my breath.
He strutted across the restaurant, a
magnet for every female in the room.
“Emma?” he said in a deep slow-churned
voice then smiled and held out his hand. I stood up in a daze, mentally
pinching myself.
“You are Emma, right? Curly,
shoulder-length, red hair, five-three. Several crazed female stalkers for best
friends?”
Oh, no. What had my roommates done? Since
the whole online-blind-date thing was their idea, they assured me they’d
carefully “screened” the guy. But I thought they were just joking about
breaking into his apartment and rummaging through his underwear drawer. And
dammit, they hadn’t even bothered to dish. Tighty whities or boxers?
I looked down at his outstretched hand.
Oh, shoot. Shake hands. “Sorry, it’s just—I wasn’t expecting someone so…” I
swallowed and placed my palm in his. It was warm and inviting, just like his
eyes. “Um…so tall.”
“And I wasn’t expecting a woman so…” He
paused to look me over like a dog eyeing a giant juicy steak. “…adorable.”
“Adorable?” said the deep male voice
inside my head. “What kind of moron compliments a woman with the word
‘adorable’? Does he think you’re a goddamned puppy?”
Couldn’t I have one, just one lousy day
without the voice? My blood began to boil instantly, but I resisted the urge to
snap back with something lame like, “Well, maybe Jake senses I want to lick him
from head to toe. Maybe even have a go at his leg.” But then I thought better
of myself. Because tonight, I was on a mission, and nothing would stop me from
climbing my own mental Mt. Everest: convince myself that I, Emma Keane, could
feel attraction for a real live man with ten fingers, ten toes, arms and legs,
and the other necessary dangly bits needed to make a relationship normal. All I
needed was the right man.
The catch?
The other person I needed to prove this to wasn’t
exactly a person. Okay—truth be told, he was a mysterious voice only I could
hear. Yes. A luscious, deep velvety voice so seductive that it could turn me
into a quivering mindless puddle of need with one little sigh. Sound crazy?
That wasn’t the half of it. But it was why I had to do this. If I wanted a shot
at normal, I had to take this first step.
EXCERPT #2
Chapter 13
With his golden face beaming, the man
smiled as he stroked my sopping wet hair and cradled me against his warm,
smooth chest. “I love this dream,” I said with a breathy voice, then stretched
my arms above my head, gazing happily into the most striking set of
luminescent, turquoise green eyes I’d ever seen.
To boot, they belonged to a breathtaking,
masculine face, a face one would expect to see on the cover of a magazine named
something like, I’m Way Too Hot to Be
Your Man, or In Your Dreams, Honey.
Oh, yeah. Without a doubt, I’d topped
myself this time. Sculpted cheekbones, thick dark lashes, chiseled jaw, and
lips so full they simply had to be meant for kissing or eating something really
juicy. He was way hotter than the specimen of perfection from my last dream,
and bonus, he didn’t have that scary vibe. I reached up and ran my fingertip
along the ridge of his hard-lined warrior nose.
“Emma, what in the name of the gods’ creation are you doing?” he scorned.
“We really don’t have time for your immature little fantasies. We’re in the
middle of a crisis. Do you not remember?”
I blinked and slowly moved my eyes from
side to side.
Jungle? I was in the jungle. And my
clothes were wet. Come to think of it, for a dream, I didn’t feel so hot. My
lungs burned, my body felt like it’d been chewed up, and my head was throbbing.
So, aside from the perfect man with long, damp, wavy black hair holding me in
his arms, none of this felt like a dream. It felt…
“Holy Mother!” I pushed myself away and
rolled into the dirt, pointing in disbelief. “Wha—you—you—?”
“Aaah. So eloquent as always, my sweet.
It is astounding; you actually have a college degree, yet cannot find better
words.” He pushed himself up off the ground.
As he rose, my heart stopped, started,
then went into overdrive. His legs and spine straightened into a towering mass
of unforgiving muscles. With shoulders like a lumberjack and thick, powerful
thighs, I didn’t know if I wanted to run away or climb him like a tree. He was
utterly enormous. Jolly Green Giant enormous. Except, obviously, not green.
More golden brown. He was a gorgeous, towering mass of golden brown perfection.
No.
Definitely not a cave-dwelling, wart-infested troll. Great. Just great. Now I knew I
wasn’t crazy—Guy was definitely real—but now I also knew I was way over my
head. He was gorgeous.
I stood in awe, my mouth gaping as my
eyes attempted to register every rope of muscle, every capacious curve packed
with power. Christ, he had to be at least seven feet tall.
“Six nine, actually,” he said, guessing
my thoughts.
“This can’t be possible,” I whispered, my
eyes continuing to dart up and down the length of his body, stopping right on
dark trail of hair that started just below his navel and continued down, down,
down to his enormous beast of a—“Oh! You’re naked.” I turned sharply, but only
to stop myself from reaching out to touch it; no man could be
that…that…endowed. Wow. “This can’t be happening.” I covered my face.
“Emma,” he moved behind me, placing his
powerful hands on my shoulders. A jolt shivered its way through my body.
I was wrong about the vibe. Way wrong.
This man, or whatever he was, radiated hazard. He should come equipped with a
set of blinking lights or flares. He was…“Bad. Very, very, bad,” I mumbled,
pinching the bridge of my nose.
And pathetically, after everything that had happened,
all I could think about was this naked, hard-bodied, glorious “man” who’d just
permanently seared his image inside the storage compartments of my female DNA.
All men from this day forward would have to survive a mental side-by-side
comparison against him. They’d all lose.
EDITORIAL REVIEW (AMAZON.COM)
Mimi Jean Pamfiloff is hysterical. This is the first in her Accidentally Yours series. Can't wait for more.
You will love
Emma and the arrogant god she can't see. She does not dare let people find out
she has a relationship with someone she only knows through dialogue in her
thoughts. Her friends and family will think she is bonkers.
But when he
calls her into the heart of the Mayan jungle to free him from some ancient
ruins, with a promise to finally leave her alone after that, she finds that he
is not only real, (and gorgeous) but about to further turn her world upside
down.
Her desire to
have a normal life, without some voice bothering her, may be a futile desire.
Because desire is the word. This ruthless warrior-god is the most amazing male
she has ever seen or imagined.
Emma is in big trouble. She
realizes that her god is as dangerous as the other crazy gods, including my
total favorite, wild and crazy Cimil. You are going to love Cimil and laugh out
loud at her antics. Is she going to help Emma with the evil that has been
unleashed into the world, the terrifying Uchben, or is she only going to make
things worse?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Before taking up a permanent residence in the San Francisco Bay Area, Mimi spent time living near NYC (became a shopaholic), in Mexico City (developed a taste for very spicy food), and Arizona (now hates jumping chollas, but pines for sherbet sunsets). Her love of pre-Hispanic culture, big cities, and romance inspires her to write when she’s not busy with kids, work, and life…or getting sucked into a juicy novel.
She hopes that someday, leather
pants for men will make a big comeback and that her writing might make you
laugh when you need it most.
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ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO…A VAMPIRE?
Book #2, The Accidentally Your Series
COMING MARCH 15, 2012
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“If you love her, set her free. If she comes back, she’s yours. If she doesn’t…Christ! Stubborn woman! Hunt her down, and bring her the hell back;
she’s still yours according to vampire law.”
- Niccolo DiConti, General of the Vampire Queen’s Army.
The
Determined Vampire: Niccolo DiConti has faithfully served as leader of Her Majesty’s
army for over a millennium, but he’d rather sunbathe in the Sahara than spend
another grueling day under his demented queen’s command. However, no one has ever left her side and
lived to tell. So when a powerful
goddess prophesizes he will meet his salvation—a human woman he must turn into
a vampire with her consent—he eagerly rises to the challenge. After all, how hard could it be to seduce a
human female into taking the immortal plunge?
Harder than he thinks. Because
his mate won’t be born for another three centuries, and when he wakes up in the
goddess’ tomb, not only is his life a mess, but his destined female isn’t about
to settle for a coldhearted vampire. Can
he win her over before it’s too late?
Not if his enemies have anything to do with it.
An Unwilling
Bride: On
the night Helena Strauss meets the fierce, devastatingly handsome vampire who
saves her life in the jungles of Mexico, she knows her world will be forever
changed. Because an attraction this mind
blowing only comes along once in a lifetime—or existence. And when he claims she is his one true mate,
destined to be his for all eternity, it’s a fairytale come true. So what if her knight in shining armor is a
vampire? Nobody’s perfect. But discovering the powerful, overbearing immortal
doesn’t “do love”? Deal breaker. Helena will flee and set out to accomplish
the impossible…sever the otherworldly bond between them. And it turns out, Helena
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