IMMORTAL MATCHMAKERS, INC.
Immortal Matchmakers #1
Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
Released Aug 24th, 2015
BECAUSE…dysfunctional
immortals need love, too.
ANDRUS
Once the most powerful immortal
assassin ever to exist, this demigod now spends his days pining for the girl
who got away: Helena. Doesn’t help that he’s also Helena’s full-time nanny
slash bodyguard. But now that the apocalypse is over and her husband, the
vampire general, has returned home for good, it’s time to move on.
But can Andrus let go of the woman
he secretly loves?
Cimil, Goddess of the Underworld and
owner of Immortal Matchmakers, Inc., knows the solution is finding another gal.
The right gal. But getting a woman to date this callous, unrefined, coldhearted
warrior will prove to be the biggest challenge of her existence. Good thing
they’re in L.A.
When aspiring actress Sadie Townsend
finds herself one week away from being thrown out on the street, the call from
her agent is like a gift from heaven. But when she learns the job is teaching
the world’s biggest barbarian how to act like a gentleman, she wonders if she
shouldn’t have asked for more money. He’s vulgar, uncaring, and rougher around the
edges than a serrated bread knife. He’s also sexy, fierce, and undeniably
tormented.
Will Sadie help him overcome his
past, or will she find her heart hopelessly trapped by a man determined to
self-destruct?
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She pressed her ear to the door.
Groan.
The sound was deep and throaty, almost like the sound of a man…well, getting off.
She cupped her hands over her mouth. I can’t believe this guy. The clock was ticking and it was really rude to keep someone waiting so he could wank it.
She gave the door another hard knock. “Listen, buddy, if you’re doing anything but dying, you’d better open this door, or I’m leaving. And I’m pretty sure you don’t want that.”
The man groaned again, but this time the sound was so deep and hard, it sent shivers up her spine and down to her nether region. His voice was just so damned sexy.
What? Sadie. What’s wrong with you?
“Oh. Come on, buddy!” Knock. Knock. Knock. “Can’t you do that later?”
She suddenly heard some rustling and then the sound of something large thumping on the floor. The door flew open and a huge man, wearing partially unzipped leather pants, stood panting in the doorway, no underwear, his pants barely holding to his hips and slung low on his muscular torso. She could see a dark patch of hair and the base of his cock, which looked hard as hell, straining against the inside of his pants.
She gulped. The man was hung.
Her eyes moved up over the snug fabric of his black T-shirt, the muscles of his chest and arms stretching it to its limits. She was sure this guy was some sort of weight lifter or martial arts enthusiast. Or the next Thor. Just like Bob had said.
When her eyes finally got to his face, two intense turquoise eyes burned right through her, stopping her breath for several heartbeats until her brain registered the fact that it was the same face who’d visited her the last two evenings in two unwelcome, very erotic dreams.
“So we meet again, meat wench.” His sinful lips flashed a smug little smile. “Why am I not surprised to see you here begging for more?”
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling Romance
author, host of the radio talk show, Man Candy, on Radioslot.com.
When San Francisco native Mimi Jean went on an
adventure as an exchange student to Mexico City, she never imagined the journey
would lead to writing Romance. But one MBA, one sexy husband, and two rowdy
kids later, Mimi would trade in corporate life for vampires, deities, and
snarky humor.
She continues to hope that her books will inspire a
leather pants comeback (for men) and that she might make you laugh when you
need it most.
She also enjoys interacting with her fans
(especially if they're batshit crazy). You can always find her chatting away on
Facebook, Twitter, or saying many naughty words on her show MAN CANDY on
Radioslot.com !
Find out more about Mimi and upcoming books at www.mimijean.net.
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