Mimi Jean Pamfiloff's
ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO...A VAMPIRE, Book
2 in her popular "Accidentally Yours Series", recently hit #34 on the
NYTimes Best Seller List (Fiction
eBooks)!! "VAMPIRE" has also
earned a well-deserved spot on both the Amazon and USA Today Top/Best Seller lists! To
celebrate, Mimi Jean is giving away an eBook copy of not only
ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO...A VAMPIRE, but
ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE WITH...A GOD, Book 1
in the "Accidentally Yours Series", as well, to 20--yes, you read
that right, 20--lucky winners!
Accidentally in Love With...a
God?
(Book 1, Accidentally
Yours)
Contemporary Paranormal Romance by
Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
"4.5 out of 5 Stars
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Blurb:
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:
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.
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Accidentally Married to...a
Vampire?
(Book 2, Accidentally
Yours)
Contemporary Paranormal Romance by
Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
"4.5 out of 5 Stars
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Blurb:
“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 is just the leverage
Niccolo’s enemies need to break the mighty warrior and wipe out his people.
Excerpt:
What the hell is this
place?
Then Helena’s eyes focused on something
else she couldn’t quite grasp. In the middle of the room, lying across a stone
altar, was a naked man with dark symbols tattooed down the length of one arm.
But he was not just any man. He was a male so perfect that words would catfight
each other just for the honor of describing him. He was a
god. A bona fide deity. He had to be. Because a normal man
wouldn’t give her the urge to fall to her knees and worship at his feet. Or
drool.
The torchlight licked his sculpted
cheekbones, angular jaw, and full, sensual lips. Every capacious curve and
ripple of hard muscle looked to be packed with raw power, and his size left no
doubt that he’d been built in another time. A time when giant warriors roamed
the earth, looking to rescue lame tourists wandering the Mexican jungle at
night.
In my dreams. Wait...this is a
dream! It has to be.
“Move closer my sweet, delicious
woman.” The deep voice radiated from every direction, filling the
room.
Helena’s blood pressure crashed to the
floor. She gasped as the weight of her body slammed back against the cold
chamber wall to keep from falling.
“Hel-hello? Can you hear me?” Fists
clenched, Helena waited for a response, her eyes continuing to soak him in.
Every inch of him.
Was he real? No, he must be a
statue. Too perfect. His full lips were built to nuzzle a woman’s
neck. Specifically, her neck. And that hair—thick, long waves of black
satin—was the kind a woman could grab fistfuls of while being driven insane by
those lips.
Then there were the diamond-cut grooves of
his abs, his perfectly shaped navel, the fine dark hair adorning his lower
belly that trailed down to his awe-inspiring man-gear. The size and thickness,
even in its slumbering state, was something women dreamed of and scores of
artists throughout history attempted to immortalize in marble. He was every
woman’s fantasy, she thought. And by every woman, she meant
hers…’Cause I’m not gonna share.
“Kiss me, Helena,” the
seductive voice rumbled.
Had the man said her name? No. Clearly, his
lips hadn’t moved. The margarita amoebas were attacking her brain and she was
losing her mind.
“Kiss me, woman. I command
you,” the voice echoed, this time compelling her to obey.
Helena’s survival instincts gave her a hard
kick, jarring her back into the horrific reality of the situation. But as she
tried to regain control of her body, her tongue slipped from her mouth and wet
her lips.
Traitorous tongue. Backstabbing
lips. What the hell are you doing? Her body inched closer.
“Sì, that is it, my love. I can
smell your blood.”
Blood? What the...?
Every nerve in her body fired on all cylinders, but she couldn’t run even if
her hair had been on fire. It seemed the harder she fought, the stronger the
force controlling her became.
“Brush it against my lips, my
love. I want to taste you when you kiss me.”
Without realizing it, her hand stretched
down to coat her fingertips with the thick, nearly dried blood from her knee.
Trembling, she smeared it over his lips.
“Now, kiss me, my love. Awaken me,
my bride.”
“No! No! Let me go!” Helena struggled, but
her body’s betrayal persisted. Her head dipped, and her lips rested on his sensuous
mouth. In that instant, the compelling force dissipated and her entire body lit
up into one glorious pyre of life.
Had she been asleep the last twenty-four
years? Because she could swear she’d just taken her first breath. Ever.
Holy hell, what was
that?
The torches flickered, and the wind kicked
up around her.
The altar was empty.
She crumbled to the cold, dusty floor. A
pair of strong hands gripped her shoulders from behind.
“Oh, Christ. You...you’re behind me, aren’t
you?” she whispered.
The deep dark voice replied,
“Sì, my love. Stand, and let me see my mate.”
Helena slowly rose to face the naked god
behind her.
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COMING IN SEPT 2012!
Sun God Seeks...
Surrogate?
(Book 3, Accidentally
Yours)
Contemporary Paranormal Romance by
Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
Blurb:
Twenty-four-year-old Penelope finds herself
in all sorts of hot water, vaporous and otherwise, after agreeing to become a
surrogate mother for an eccentric, wealthy, and devastatingly handsome man who
isn’t exactly a man.
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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