Saturday, August 30, 2014

Accidentally... Over? By Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Excerpts and Giveaway!


If you've read my review, you will know how much I adore this book. (If you haven't, check out my post here). And! You're in luck! Below you'll find a giveaway for your chance to win a copy of the ENTIRE Accidentally Yours series, as well as some more excerpts to whet your appetite!(US/Canada only - sorry!)
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 Excerpt no.2


Máax stared down at the hysterical, screaming woman. He was about to offer a few calming words, such as “Shut the hell up,” but then something peculiar happened.
What the fuu . . . ? He stumbled to the side but caught himself. He’d never experienced anything so unusual, so potent. But what was it? It didn’t hurt. No, quite the opposite. It felt like a sack of fucking wonderful dropped on his head.
Máax looked at the woman once more, and it hit him again.
Click.
He gasped. She was doing this to him? How? There was no logical explanation, other than . . .
He lost his train of thought. Gods, she is magnificent.
Holy Christ! He stepped back and stared at Ashli. Is that . . . Am I . . . ? He was drooling! Like a hungry dog!
The odd, euphoric sensation hit him again, nearly tumbling him over. Nothing in his seventy thousand years of existence could help him articulate the sensation. It was as if the damned woman had jumped inside his body, soldered herself to every molecule of his light, and then sucked away any rational thought. The hollow pit in his chest, one he hadn’t known existed, felt instantly placated. That spot now felt warm and mushy. The center of gravity shifted from beneath his feet toward the direction of the woman and began pulling him to her like a shooting star.
Oh, shit. She’s my mate? He took two more steps back. No. No. Hell no! But how? And why now? He’d never asked the Universe for a mate. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to be tethered to some . . . some weak mortal woman, or any woman for that matter. Where was the godsdamned logic in that? For fuck sake, he was a lone wolf—answered to no one and nothing. And he was invisible,
went where he liked when he liked. (For the time being, anyway.) After he went on trial for his recent multitude of offenses, he’d be entombed for a very, very, very . . . yes, very fucking long time! And now this, this . . . woman had messed it all up! Filii canis! Now he was truly going to suffer. He’d have something to miss!
Then another truth dawned on him. Cimil set me up! Again! He was going to kill her. And, gods fucking dammit, did the woman—this, this, Ashli—have to be so godsdamned hot?
Infernum. Her beauty was beyond that of any deity. Dark golden-brown skin, hair like black-licorice ribbons wild about her face and trailing down her back, and exotic eyes, turning up in the corners like a feline’s. And her lips . . . Her lips were plump and full, just the sort a man longs to feel sliding over every inch of his—
Get a hold of yourself, man! But holy saints she was hot. What was he going to do?
Why don’t you start by saving her, asshole?
Right. First things first, though; he had to get her to stop screaming. “Ashli, I command you to stop screaming.”
Her beautiful hazel eyes widened, and she bolted toward the dusty, narrow road that ran along the beachfront.
Sanguine ad infernum! She’s running away? “Ashli, I command you to stop. I won’t hurt—”
A large silver bus came out of nowhere. “No!”


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Excerpt no.3


Bloody deity infernum! Máax’s head throbbed with a pain so severe it reminded him of the time he’d accidentally been stepped on by Cimil’s unicorn. Giant fucking thing thought it was some sort of lapdog but weighed the same as an elephant.
So what had that bloody woman hit him with? A garbage truck? No way was that a simple shovel.
In any case, it knocked a few of his marbles loose because he didn’t recall freeing himself or making his way inside her house. But he had. In fact, he’d made it to her bed, and now Ashli lay beside him, sound asleep. How long had he been out, and how the hell had she fallen asleep without noticing a very large man in her bed?
Because you’re invisible and were lucky enough to pass out on the side of the bed she doesn’t use.
Carefully, he edged off the bed, trying not to disturb her. Ashli rolled over and flung her arm over his chest. Deorum inferorum. Máax sucked in a deep breath.
“You smell so good,” she mumbled.
She talks in her sleep? For some reason he found that adorable.
“What cologne is that?” she added.
His natural scent. All gods produced a pleasing aromatic cocktail of pheromones. He supposed it was nature’s subtle way of disarming humans, making it less likely for them to freak out and realize they were in the presence of something not quite human.
Ironically, he felt like the one being lulled by Ashli’s scent. He’d never smelled a more enticing fragrance: tropical flowers mixed with a slight hint of those roasted chili peppers from her kitchen and fresh ocean air. Gods, the scent was just as exotic as the woman. Add to that, Ashli seemed to enjoy the ocean, his passion, as much as he did. If he could live his entire existence on the beach, he would. The air, the tropical breeze, the soft sand . . . there was nothing better than swimming in the waves or surfing when the opportunity arose, though it had been a very long time. Isn’t such a smart idea to surf when you’re invisible. A lone surfboard, carving a wave on its own, looks a bit strange. Nor was it smart to lay next to Ashli, enjoy the warmth of her touch while sniffing her hair, or allow himself to grow extremely aroused. Which he had.
Idiot. What was the point? So he could remind himself what he was missing out on? Once this was all over, which it would be because he never failed, they’d both move on. Him to some cold, dark tomb probably buried somewhere in a remote swamp where no one would find him for a million years. And Ashli—she would find some nice human to spend her mortal days with.
Or perhaps one of your brothers. After all, Cimil prophesied that twenty years from now, Ashli would broker peace between his brethren. That meant she’d meet them all. And Ashli was a catch, not to mention the one person on the planet destined to save them all. How? He had no clue. Yes, clearly the woman had her attributes—sexy as hell attributes—but aside from that, she seemed quite normal. Nevertheless, being savior of the planet would grant her instant celebrity status and boatloads of attention. She’d have men lining up around the block.
He balled his fists, then let go. All for the best. Because he didn’t want her. Much. And he certainly didn’t need the distractions; this was one mission he couldn’t afford to fail.
He sighed and Ashli flinched. Máax lifted his head, ready to make a mad dash from the room if she woke up, but found himself entranced. Her plump lips and golden skin; her dark lashes, fanning along the crease of her catlike eyes; her hair a wild mass of thick black curls. He had no idea of her heritage, but never had there been a more seductive female in existence.
His eyes swept down the length of her small athletic frame covered only in a flimsy white sundress. Next to his large body, Ashli appeared more petite than she really was.
An urge to dominate her, to take her right there, sparked.
Or perhaps you’d enjoy the opposite. Yes, he’d enjoy the feel of her lithe, lean figure straddling him, riding his cock.
Hell, man. That’s enough, you horny bastard.
“Fuck this,” he hissed and slipped quickly from the bed before he did something he regretted. Like kiss her.
Or motorboat her.
You randy bastard.
He needed to go for a swim. Yes, the ocean water would cool him down. The ocean always made him feel better, like being home.
ACCIDENTALLY...OVER? GIVEAWAY  

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Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Accidentally... Over? By Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Review

When it comes to Máax, the God of Truth who refuses to follow the rules, there's more to him than meets the eye. Literally. Because Maáx is invisible! Which is probably why, after seventy-thousand years, he's still unable to find a mate. Ashli Rosewood was never meant to die. In fact, her death might be the very reason the gods are now faced with stopping that pesky doomsday right around the corner. If only there was a way to undo the past. Cue Máax. Seven feet of divine masculinity and the unruly god charged with saving Ashli. With a little help from an ancient Mayan tablet, Máax will travel back in time and set things right. Easy, right? Wrong. Because Máax has one teensy challenge. He's invisible. And every time this impatient, powerful deity gets anywhere near Ashli, he spooks her right into harm's way. Meaning...she dies, and he has to start all over again. Cliff, banana peel, runaway storage container filled with Belgian chocolates, bee sting, the list goes on and on. Does the Universe have it out for this girl? Sure seems that way. But why? And what will Máax do when he begins to suspect that not only is Ashli the key to stopping the apocalypse, but she may be "the one" he's been waiting seventy-thousand years for. How will he save the one woman the Universe insists on killing and who wants nothing to do with him? - See more at: http://www.mimijean.net/accidentally_over.html#sthash.ZWU1Itq4.dpuf
 
When it comes to Máax, the God of Truth who refuses to follow the rules, there's more to him than meets the eye. Literally. Because Maáx is invisible! Which is probably why, after seventy-thousand years, he's still unable to find a mate. Ashli Rosewood was never meant to die. In fact, her death might be the very reason the gods are now faced with stopping that pesky doomsday right around the corner. If only there was a way to undo the past. Cue Máax. Seven feet of divine masculinity and the unruly god charged with saving Ashli. With a little help from an ancient Mayan tablet, Máax will travel back in time and set things right. Easy, right? Wrong. Because Máax has one teensy challenge. He's invisible. And every time this impatient, powerful deity gets anywhere near Ashli, he spooks her right into harm's way. Meaning...she dies, and he has to start all over again. Cliff, banana peel, runaway storage container filled with Belgian chocolates, bee sting, the list goes on and on. Does the Universe have it out for this girl? Sure seems that way. But why? And what will Máax do when he begins to suspect that not only is Ashli the key to stopping the apocalypse, but she may be "the one" he's been waiting seventy-thousand years for. How will he save the one woman the Universe insists on killing and who wants nothing to do with him?

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About Accidentally...Over?

                                    Available as: NEW Paperback $9.39 from The Book Depository
                                                  Recommended Ages: 17 and Up
                                                            Paperback: 400 pgs.

                             Published August 26th 2014 by Forever

                                  For This Review: *ebook Copy Provided through Forever*
                                                                                   4  STARS
 Excerpt:


Death is trying to seduce me.
I always suspected he would come for me after I survived the accident, and now there’s no doubt. And death isn’t some ominous creature that carries a bloody scythe, his face obscured by a black cloak, his spindly fingers protruding from the cuff of his dripping sleeve as he enters your dinner party, points to your plates, and declares in a gravelly voice, “You’re all dead. It was the canned salmon.” Oh no. This is no snarky Brit skit, and he’s no monster.
Death is a sex god.
He’s tall, built from indestructible solid bricks of muscle. His cheek bones are chiseled works of art, and his full, sensual lips are meant for doing anything but killing. Like I said, sex god.
How do I know this? He’s been watching me, whispering in my ear while I sleep, quietly hiding in the shadows while I eat, while I work, while I shower.
So for once, I’m turning the tables.
I follow the sound of his footsteps through my beach cottage, out my back porch, and then pick up his large footprints in the sand. I crouch behind the tall, dry grass blanketing the massive sand dune. The crashing waves mask the sound of my thumping heart and heavy, frantic breaths. I’m sweating like mad as the tropical morning sun beats down on my back, and I spot my stalker splashing in the waves.
He stands, and I can barely breathe when I look at him.
Though he’s nearly transparent, the outline of his naked body glistens with drops of ocean water reflected by the sun. I’ve never seen a more beautiful man. Shoulders that span the width of two normal-sized men, powerful arms and legs that make me wonder if he’s not actually carved from rock or molded from steel, and incredibly sculpted…jeez, everything. There’s not an inch on this beast—not a neck, an ab, not a pec or a thigh—that isn’t constructed from potent, lethal looking muscle. Well, except his hair. Though I can’t see the color, it’s beautifully thick and falls to his shoulders. I imagine it’s a warm shade of brown, streaked with reds and gold. Because he’s utterly beautiful, and that’s the kind of hair a beautiful man would have. Yes, he’s a god, not the bringer of death. And I can’t help but wonder why he’s made that way. Is it so that when he comes for me, there’ll be some sort of consolation—getting to see his face? I don’t know, but I’m not ready to see it, yet. I want to live. I want to grow old. I want to fall in love. Just once before my time is up.
Yet, somehow, I want him, too. Why? That’s gotta mean I’m loca, right?
My eyes study every poetic detail of this “man,” hoping to find answers. But there’s nothing. Nothing that will help save me from him.
Suddenly, I see his chin lift and his head turn in my direction.
Can he see me? Oh my god. He’s coming right for me.
I bolt from my hiding place and make a run for it. I know if I make it to my house I’ll manage to lock the doors, but that won’t stop him. There is nowhere to hide from death, but I run, anyway.
I make it to my back porch and reach for the door, but I slip on something. Shit. Really? A banana peel?
My body crashes to the hard cement. My head cracks on the sharp edge of the porch’s step, and I can’t move. All I feel is my beating heart and heaving lungs, burning with fear.
“Dammit, woman. Why the hell do you always run from me?” His deep, melodic voice washes over me, and I love how it soothes my soul.
I look up and try to focus my eyes, but he’s difficult to make out. His dripping hair catches only a few rays of morning sunlight.
“You’re so beautiful,” I croak. “But I changed my mind; I don’t want to die. Please don’t take me away.”
I feel his warm hand brush against my cheek. “I am trying to save you, Ashli. Why won’t you let me?”
Why does he say that? Why is he lying to me? It doesn’t matter now, because I’m already dying. The darkness begins to swallow me.
“Shit!” I roll from my bed and fall to the floor with a thump.
Sonofabitch! Why do I keep having these dreams?

 Review:

I admit, when it comes to books by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff, I am biased. I love all of her books, and I especially adore this series. After reading ‘Accidentally in Love… With a God?’ I was hooked. So when I got the chance to read and review Accidentally… Over? I jumped at the chance. And let me tell you, this book lives up to all my expectations!
  Humour? In abundance.
  Hot, heroic males? Check.
  Lots of Crazy? One word: Cimil.
  Plot twists? Ooh yeah.
  Cliffhanger? … Well, I don’t want to spoil the ending for you! 
Basically, Ashli and Maax’s story is everything you’ve come to expect from a Mimi Jean Pamfiloff novel.
  As always, the road to love is rocky at first, and with Ashli thinking that Maax wants to kill her, and Maax being totally invisible things are bound to get tricky. However things soon heat up in ways I certainly wouldn’t have dreamt of (I’ll give you a hint: caramel). Of course, Maax makes many, many mistakes in his quest to save Ashli and make her his own, as his over-bloated ego, godliness and narcissism make it difficult for her to have a reasonable discussion with him. That’s not to say that he’s not a total dreamboat. He is. If anything, his ego and truthfulness make him more endearing, making readers fall in love with him at the same time as Ashli.
  Ashli herself is pretty awesome. Like most of Mimi’s heroines, she’s very relatable, and acts in a pretty normal way to having an invisible person stalk her. (Yes, she freaks out. Majorly. But wouldn’t you?) At times some of her character traits are a bit predictable, but that doesn’t make her any less enjoyable! We get to meet up with the rest of the cast, and to my joy Cimil is a regular part of the story. (You can read my love of all things Cimil here and here).
  Primarily, the novel is more character driven than Apocalyptic. Yes, the characters are trying to stop the world from being destroyed, but the major climax is less of the end of the world variety, and more of the personal and interpersonal relationship kind.
 Overall, I really couldn’t ask for a better end to the series; there will be a spin of series! Heavily featuring Cimil. As I’m sure you guessed, I cannot wait.
 So until then, read this book, and if you like funny with a side of romantic and paranormal, I guarantee you won’t be disappointed. I give it 4/5.  

Overall: Touching Read!Genre: Romance

 
    About the Author

New York Times and USA Today Best Selling Romance 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, hubby, 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.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Review: The Rogue's Proposal By Jennifer Haymore

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Lord Lukas Hawkins, the rakish second son of the House of Trent, has never found a wager he couldn't win or a woman he couldn't seduce—until his search for his missing mother leads him to a mysterious encounter with a beautiful stranger.

Luke's mother has been missing for months, and while his honorable older brother Simon, Duke of Trent, leads the official investigation from London, Luke sets out on a somewhat seedier path. Sources have told him his mother was last seen with a scoundrel named Roger Morton, but their association isn't clear. Was she kidnapped or did she go willingly?

While searching for Morton, Luke meets Emma Anderson, a secretive beauty with her own reasons for hunting Morton. At first Luke laughs at the idea of allowing a woman to join him in his search, but soon Emma's insights into Morton—like the woman herself—prove impossible to resist.


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                                    Available as: NEW Paperback $8.00 from Amazon.com 
                                                  Recommended Ages: 17 and Up
                                                            Mass Market Paperback: 368 pgs.

                             Published November 19th 2013 by Forever

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                                                                                   3  STARS


The Rogue’s Proposal is the first novel I have read by Jennifer Hayworth, so I did not know what to expect. I can be picky with historical romances – they can so easily become too heavy on the history while not focusing enough on the romance or vice versa.
  In this story neither happened, as, from the outset, this is primarily a character driven novel. Sure, they’re looking for the man who kidnapped and murdered a loved one respectively, but the journey is more about Luke and Emma’s emotional change rather than the changing surroundings.
  As you can guess from the title, Luke is a rogue. A major player; the guy women want to be with and men want to be. Personally, Luke does not appeal to me as a love interest. He’s the ultimate bad boy, but bad boys aren’t my type. Luckily, they are Emma’s type, and although she tries to avoid it, he’s exactly what she wants.
 Emma is a strong character, a woman who will do whatever she has to do, no matter the cost. She is honourable, strong and naive yet innocent. She’s the perfect foil for Luke.
  The sexual tension is palpable, and the love scenes graphic. And there are a lot of them. If you’re looking for a romance that’s more about talking and less about sex, this book is not for you. However, if you like really bad bad boys, lots of angst and imaginative loving, then this is for you.
 All together I give it about 3 out of 5 stars.

Overall: Touching Read!Genre: Romance
    About the Author
Jennifer holds a bachelor's degree in Computer Science from UC Berkeley and a master's degree in Education from UCLA. Before she became a full-time writer she held various jobs from bookselling to teaching inner-city children to playing bit roles in soap operas.You can find Jennifer in Southern California trying to talk her husband into yet another trip to England, helping her three children with homework while brainstorming a new five-minute dinner menu, or crouched in a corner of the local bookstore writing her next novel.
You can learn more at:
JenniferHaymore.com
Twitter @jenniferhaymore
Facebook.com/jenniferhaymore-author


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