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
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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 STARSExcerpt:
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?
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
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