Falling for Her Boss-Review

Falling for Her Boss-Review


A former ice figure skater, Francie Piccard must make a decision. Should she resume her training with the partner who betrayed her and try for a gold medal? Or should she stay on as manager of the Roller Fun roller skating rink and try to convince her new boss and owner, Noah Gordon, not to sell it?

Persuading Noah to stay in Gettysburg until Valentine’s Day isn’t as difficult as Francie expects. But is he staying because of the rink, her family’s hospitality, or the attraction between them? Should Francie hold onto an old dream or chase a new one?
Originally published as Because Of Francie.


Let me just say, I got this book for free from Amazon awhile back and last night I was looking for a sweet, fun read. I was not disappointed. I have read Karen Rose Smith’s Harlequin’s in the past and enjoyed them. Karen writes sweet, sexy stories that will always leave a smile on your face.

Francie is a former figure skater that is now the manager of the local roller skating rink. She has always dealt with the other partner so when the other owner shows up at her doorstep she is at a loss. No one has a right to be that good looking or sexy. After being invited in for dinner by Francie’s family, Noah wasn’t ready for the feelings of loneliness that come forth. Also, Francie wasn’t ready for Noah to tell her the purpose of his trip. Crushed by Noah’s decision to sell the rink, she comes up with a plan to make Noah see that the rink is not only making money but important to the community as a whole.

Again, I can not get over how I liked this book. Francie is a determined woman to show just how much the rink means, not just to her but to the community. She also approached by her old skating partner to skate again and qualify for the Olympics. She has very mixed feelings about skating again. She loves to skate but can she trust the partner that betrayed her not only as a skating partner but also as a lover. Noah is a complete enigma. Once minute is hot with her and then he turns cold. Throw in that her younger sister is resentful towards her and Francie can’t decide which way she is going.

Noah comes to town to tell the manager that he is selling the rink. He didn’t expect to find one sexy, determined women that stirs true feelings for a love that could be everlasting. I loved Noah even though he was older than Francie. In some ways, he had more decisions to make than Francie did. Did he sell the rink or leave it? What was the “real” reason he wanted to sell it? What was he going to do with Francie once he left? He had never felt love like this before and didn’t think that he was really worthy of it. Love, family and stability in his life were things that were foreigner to him.

I would recommend Falling For Her Boss for anyone that wants a feel good, sexy read about two people that have some hard decisions to make in their separate lives and how it affects their relationship. I look forward to going back and reading more of Karen Rose Smith’s updated backlist.


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Suspending Reality-Blog Tour/Giveaway

Suspending Reality-Blog Tour/Giveaway

GIVEWAY…an electronic copy of Suspending Reality. Just leave your name/email and a comment to be entered. Easy peasy..

Title: Suspending Reality
Author: Kelly Rimmer
Publisher: Self
Length: 62,000 words
Genres: Contemporary Women’s Fiction, Drama


Everyone has parts of their life they’d like to change – but if your whole life had become a disappointment, how far would you go to find happiness?

Esther feels stifled by her religious, judgmental family. Cheryl is unfulfilled by motherhood and trapped by her poverty. Carla is beautiful and successful, but haunted by the ghosts of her past.

For these women to find peace, someone might need to die.

Suspending Reality is a fast moving, intricate novel of character and suspense.


In some places, autumn is a month that is experienced with the fullness of the senses. The first of a year’s goose-bumps and shivers arrive with the dawn of cooler weather. The red and gold and yellow and brown of dying leaves blanket the earth. Dusty, smoky wood fires burn in fireplaces that have been unused for months, and the smell hangs heavy over towns and cities.

There are even sounds unique to the season — those first light coughs of children adjusting to cooler weather, and the brisk brushing of men sweeping clear their all-important driveways. The tastes are rich — pumpkin soup with a dollop of sour cream and a sprinkling of paprika, or a creamy warm milk before bed.

Cheryl parked her car and slid out awkwardly. She looked up to another clouded sky that threatened rain that would never come, and sniffed the air. It smelt just like it always did — dusty. She thought about her childhood and how autumn had once descended upon life and left its mark, and was suddenly very homesick for the changing of seasons.

Parkes had no visible autumn. The eucalypts did not lose their leaves, so there was nothing but the usual dust to sweep from the driveway and where Cheryl lived, no one even did that. She did not know a single soul who made pumpkin soup or heated milk, unless of course there was a baby involved. It wasn’t yet cool enough for children to cough, or for anyone to light a fire unless they wanted to start a bushfire. Autumn in Parkes felt a whole lot like summer in Parkes if someone took the sting out of the sun.

Cheryl pushed the door to the health centre open with her shoulder and stepped inside. In one hand, she held a packet of Tim Tams, in the other, a half-eaten chocolate bar. The dusty overhead fan swirled musty air around the room. Cheryl threw the Tim Tams down onto the low coffee table and stuffed the rest of her chocolate bar into her mouth to free up her hands to work open the stiff windows.

Any minute now, three other Young Mothers would waddle into the room and they’d spend half an hour complaining about how bad their lives were. A well-dressed social worker would teach them about good parenting. The Tim Tams would be eaten — sooner, rather than later — and then they’d all go home.

Cheryl made herself a cup of no-name coffee at the lukewarm urn and lowered herself into a slouch in a wide vinyl chair. The government-issue furniture in the health centre, much like every other object she encountered on a day-to-day basis, was old and worn. The lino tiles on the floor were peeling and chipped, and the counter where the urn rested had been covered in grey contact which long-had since bubbled and cracked.

She settled back against the dull green vinyl and sipped her coffee, washing the last of the chocolate from her mouth. Cheryl was generally bored and depressed, but was especially unsettled today. The sheer shock of having tipped the scales that morning at almost one hundred and fifty kilograms had knocked her passive melancholy into an active slump. Somehow, she was getting fatter, and there didn’t seem to be a single thing she could do about it. Sadder still was the reality that her gargantuan size was almost the least of her problems.

I am completely, hopelessly trapped.

She was stuck in a life that was going nowhere. It was a life that she couldn’t remember deciding to live.

When the meeting finished and the time came to leave, Cheryl would struggle to get out of her chair because it was so low and she was so large. She dreaded that moment each week, it brutally reminded her that what she really needed was some way to pry herself out of the life into which she had slid. The problem was, the technique required was a complete mystery and she was beginning to suspect she’d die before she mastered it.

“Cheryl! You forgot your frozen stuff again. Lucky I saw the ice cream on the seat when I walked past. Sometimes I think you’d be lost without me.”

“I know I would. Thanks, Lisa,” Cheryl murmured. Lisa tossed Cheryl’s bag of perishables into the fridge and opened her can of Diet Coke, before turning back towards her friend and peering down at her pointedly.

“And what’s with the lemon face? Jessica giving you problems again?”

Cheryl shook her head and offered a smile.

“I just didn’t sleep well last night.”

Lisa sat opposite Cheryl and drank most of the can of Coke in one mouthful. She propped her feet up onto the table beside the biscuits and motioned towards Cheryl with the can.

“You need a man, Cheryl.”

Cheryl instantly reached for the Tim Tams. She opened the packet awkwardly with her thick fingers, then shook two out onto her palm and tossed the packet back onto the table.

“So you keep telling me, but you don’t seem so happy with Mick.”

Lisa was already rocking a little, which she often did after more than a few minutes without her Winfield Golds. She never, ever ate in public — and seemed to live off a diet of cigarettes and soft drink. Lisa was a proud size 6, and had slightly stiff but perfectly peroxided blonde hair. Excessive smoking and her atrocious diet had damaged her skin and Lisa looked much older than 35, but someone had forgotten to mention this to Lisa and she carried herself like a 19 year old supermodel.


Carla stuffed the plastic bag deep into a garbage bin and limped briskly across the plaza towards the hairdressing salon.

Polished white tiles gleamed on the floors and walls and sunken but glary lighting couldn’t have been kind to older patrons. The familiar bitterness of perming lotion and dye was in the air, mixed with the strange sweetness of strawberry potpourri.

Behind the stainless steel reception desk, a young blonde woman in a black miniskirt and tube-top was scribbling in a book with a bright pink pencil. At the sound of shoes on the tiles, she looked up, paused dramatically, and then cringed openly at the sight of Carla’s slightly patchy, orange and yellow hair.

“Oh, dear,” she said. She placed her open palms on the counter and leant forward with enthusiasm and concern. “Hello.”

“Hi,” Carla said wryly. “My niece has just started an apprenticeship and told me she’d learnt to colour and cut. She obviously lied. I need some repair work as soon as humanly possible.”

The receptionist grinned and glanced down at her desk. She twisted the pencil vaguely between her fingers as she flicked the pages of the book with the flair of a performer.

“We’re booked out, but you need an expert and we are the experts.” The receptionist giggled. “I’ll shift some people around, it’s obviously an emergency. Perhaps we can fit you in at eleven?”

Carla glanced at the watch on her wrist. That would give her two hours to kill, but she was dressed like a bag lady and needed to refresh her wardrobe anyway.

“Terrific. Thanks.”

The plaza was in the very centre of the city of Melbourne. Piped music adorned the ambience and people in suits walked briskly and carried environmentally-friendly, designer shopping bags. Carla stopped at a chemist and purchased a hair-tie, several packets of bandages and some strong antiseptic cream, then located an underwear store. She took a selection of pink and tan bras from the racks and a fistful of matching lacy panties, before rounding off the visit with several revealing items of sleepwear. The shop assistant seemed surprised when Carla didn’t try a single thing on, but happily took the wad of cash anyway.

Next on the list was a shoe-store. The fitter approached her a little nervously as she stepped inside and Carla smiled confidently. She may have been wearing a tracksuit and hiding beneath caravan-park hair, but she was the sort of woman who was accustomed to spending money and receiving commanding service.

“I’m a size seven,” she announced. “And I’ll take a pair of each of these.”

The shoe-store had to arrange a luggage trolley for her to take all ten boxes of shoes and her large bag of underwear on to the next shop. After her visit to the casual wear store, the plaza provided her with a porter to push the trolley and carry her bags. He waited patiently while she visited a makeup counter in a department store to buy the cosmetics items she would require for her time in Melbourne. The ever-growing pile upon the luggage trolley was completed with several suits and some handbags, before Carla and her porter made a quick stop for accessories at a jewellery store.

“Right,” Carla announced, surveying the packed trolley. “Could you lead me to a bathroom? I’d like to change out of these rags before I go to my hairdressing appointment.”

“Certainly, Miss,” the porter said, with a level of enthusiasm that was clearly conditional. He’d obviously been watching her tip the shop assistants. Inwardly, Carla sighed. Good help was so hard to find these days, and to her constant frustration, people truly seemed to prefer money to the joy of effective service.

When she returned to the hairdresser five minutes before her appointment, the receptionist surveyed her designer jeans and leather shoes, scanned her slinky black singlet and the heavy silver jewellery she wore, and smiled.

“I see you’ve been shopping.”

Carla smiled back.

“My luggage was lost when I flew in,” she lied easily. “I’ve had to replace everything, I simply don’t have time to wait for that damn airline to find it. Is the stylist ready?”

“Certainly,” the receptionist said. “Can I get you a coffee or tea? Perhaps a mocha?”

* * * *

There was so much to do, but Carla was riding on the shockwave of motivation that arriving in Melbourne had created. The hotel room was everything she needed it to be, and once she’d unpacked her new clothes, it felt like home. She sat on the expensive camel bedspread with a newspaper and red pen and circled six potential jobs, then made six phone calls, did some very smooth talking, and managed to arrange four interviews the next morning.

Carla’s skills and work history were strong, and she knew she’d have her pick of the jobs she’d phoned about. She would demand a high salary, but couldn’t imagine that being a problem. Her references were gushing with enthusiasm and she could talk her way into anything. Not for a single second did it occur to her that she might not get exactly what she wanted from the Melbourne job market. She was Carla Davies, a beautiful, successful woman who knew how to navigate life with ease.

After a trip to the hotel gym and a light salad for dinner, Carla crawled between the Egyptian cotton sheets on the bed and shut her eyes. The trip to Melbourne had been long and the shopping expedition had been tiring.

As she drifted off to sleep, Carla reflected on how at-peace with the world she felt. It was a nice concept, and a lovely thought to close the day with.

At three am, she woke suddenly to find her heart racing and her sheets drenched with sweat. Her thigh ached and her face was covered with hot tears. She sat up and reached for the bedside lamp. When light flooded the room, she carefully surveyed her surroundings, and then sank weakly against the pillows. When Carla was finally calm enough to sleep again, she left the light on.




Kelly Rimmer is an Australian author based in Orange, New South Wales. Her debut novel, Suspending Reality, was published in March 2012. In writing Suspending Reality, Kelly says she wanted to capture a moment most women experience at some point in their lives, wondering what it would be like to just get in a car and drive away to become someone else. How exactly would someone go about that, and what would the consequences be?

Kelly fits her passion for writing around her other full time jobs, which include raising two adorable children and trying to keep the impossible polished tiles in her living areas reasonably clean. Her next novel, Me and My Barefoot Lover, will be released in June 2012.

Visit Kelly at http://www.facebook.com/Kellymrimmer

Queen’s Diamond Jubilee

Queen’s Diamond Jubilee

Just go to http://www.romanceatrandom.com to find more blogs and chances to win. Yes, win. There are a bunch of books to win on this hop. Just fill out the rafflecopter link at the bottom and that’s it.

Enter below to win beginning 5/21 thru 5/31 – Romance at Random will be randomly giving away some of our jewels of romance, to celebrate the UK’s Diamond Jubilee including:

• 1 winner, 1 copy – Born To Darkness by Suzanne Brockmann
• 1 winner, 1 copy – The Proposal by Mary Balogh
• 1 winner, 1 copy – Darker After Midnight by Lara Adrian
• 3 winners, 1 copy of WITCHFUL THINKING by HP Mallory
• 10 winners, 1 copy of a PREVIEW from Net Galley of ABOUT LAST NIGHT by Ruthie Knox
• 10 winners, 1 copy of PREVIEW from Net Galley of DEEP AUTUMN HEAT by Elisabeth Barrett

What does the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee mean to this southern girl? For me, she is fascinating public figure. The British Royals have always been fascinated me in history books and in my lifetime. I mean, really? People still like the royals and respect them. I think part of the fascination with them was Princess Diana and now Kate. Let’s face it, the media made Princess Diana into what she was and I believe, ultimately killed her. Her mother in law might not have approved of her in the end but the queen did respect her as a mother and let William and Harry live somewhat normal life. Diana was fiercely protective and I believe that she would be proud of the lives that her two boys have led. Well, she might be having talks with Harry now but I digress…

Queen Elizabeth was named queen after her dad died. Can you imagine growing up thinking that one day you would be queen? Not me that’s for sure. Can you imagine being Elizabeth and grieving the loss of your father and then being told…guess your the Queen of England? Oh and your husband is now your consort? I know my husband wouldn’t take to kindly to being a consort? Think about that for a minute. I think that Elizabeth has done the best that she can with the times and situations that she has been given to deal with as queen and as a mother. Yes, a mother. Ultimately, Queen Elizabeth is a mother. Okay, maybe not Harriet from Ozzie and Harriet but a mother. She is now a great-grandmother now, too.

Lastly, I would like to talk about someone that will be Queen of England in her lifetime…Kate. Yes, Kate Middleton. She and William have always kept my attention through the years. School mates, house mates, boyfriend/girlfriend, lovers and now husband/wife. In some ways, Kate was better groomed to be the next queen than Diana. Kate grew up from her late teens until now involved in William and his family. She knew what she was getting into and fell in love along the way. I truly believe that Kate and William are in love and you can see it in their faces and the way they touch each other. *sigh*

As you can tell, I’m rambling but I promise this week to have more trivia and posts.

Beautiful cover for Jonathan’s newest horror book.

Jonathan Janz

Hey, all! How’s the gang? Great? ME TOO!

Okay, now that I’ve gotten the false enthusiasm out of the way—the work is piled about shoulder-high right now; papers to grade, my fourth novel to finish and edit, taking care of my children, who I last saw playing near that abandoned toxic waste site—I’ll stop sounding like a corporate manager trying to drum up employee enthusiasm on a Monday morning.

However, I do have something pretty cool to show you.

There’s a cover artist over at Samhain Publishing named Angela Waters. She designs covers. Really awesome covers. Sure, some of her covers feature scantily clad people (after all, Samhain does publish a bunch of romance). But her horror covers include no smoldering gazes or swooning housewives sandwiched between power lifters. Her horror covers…well, they look something like this:

I don’t know your opinion on the above artwork, but I can…

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Unfortunately, up until about a month ago, I truly did like my job and the company I worked for. Not so much anymore. And yes, the Death Star is a horrible place to work. :)


Dance Me to the Stars by Marie Astor Guest Post

Dance Me to the Stars by Marie Astor Guest Post

I would like to welcome Marie Astor to my blog today.  Most people don’t know that my childhood dream was to be a dancer on Broadway.  Yes,  I was inspired by West Side Story, Fame, and A Chorus Line.  I still watch ballroom dancing, love the Latin dances.  And no I do not watch Dancing with the Stars.  I still mourn the loss of Juliet Prowse.  So when I got the chance to be on a blog tour with Marie Astor and her book about a tango dance teacher and his neighbor, I’m all in.  Without further ado, here is Marie.

How do you research your books?

Hi and thank you for inviting me to Love, Laughter and Friendship. My name is Marie Astor and I am the author of contemporary romance novels Dance Me to the Stars, On the Rim of Love and Lucky Charm, and a short story collection, A Chance Encounter and Other Stories.

I often get asked about how I research my books, and my answer is that my research varied for each of my books.

In my latest contemporary romance novel, Dance Me to the Stars, the heroine Claire is an up-and-coming architect living in New York, and the hero is a tango instructor. When I decided on Claire’s occupation, I knew that I would have to research the nature of architect’s work in order to write about Claire’s professional life, so I went through as many architecture books as I could get my hands on. But that was not all – tango dancing plays a central role in the book, so I had to research tango music and ballroom dancing as well. I even took a tango lesson, which I might add was a lot more fun than reading architecture books.

My novel Lucky Charm takes places in Paris and in New York – since I was lucky to have visited Paris in the past, I was able to reconstruct most of this wonderful city from memory, and I know New York pretty well, so I got a pass on that one. There is a scene that takes place at a shooting range, so I had to do research for that – I even went to a shooting range myself and fired a small caliber rifle, which was both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. For Annabel’s and Lilly’s palm reading at Madame Aurora’s, I had to research the meaning of tarot cards in order to give my palm reader credibility.

For my contemporary romance, On the Rim of Love, which takes place in British Columbia, location became the inspiration, making research so much more fun! I visited Banff, British Columbia two winters ago and I was instantly smitten by its beauty – the vast open spaces, the towering mountain cliffs and the white, sparkling snow that seemed to stretch endlessly. An idea for a contemporary romance became to form in my mind: big city girl meets a big-mountain skier who is rooted in his small hometown. By the end of my ten-day stay at Banff, I had jotted down an outline and notes on the main characters, Maggie and Taylor, as well as Taylor’s best friends, Shawn and Hannah.

Thank you so much for inviting me to Love, Laughter and Friendship and giving me the opportunity to talk about my books. Wishing everyone happy reading!


Twenty-eight-year-old Claire Chatfield has everything a girl could possibly wish for: looks, a promising career at New York’s top architectural firm, and an engagement ring from one of New York’s most eligible heir-bachelors! Life should be a dream, but when Alec Brunell, a sexy tango dancer, moves into the apartment one floor above from Claire’s, he unwittingly awakens Claire’s old insecurities, making her question her life choices. Will Claire brave her fears and allow herself to take a chance on Alec, or will she continue to play it safe?

In order to secure his place as his father’s successor, thirty-three-year-old David Lawson must settle down with a wife befitting the future head of Lawson Enterprises – and who could fit the prerequisite better than the stunningly beautiful and incredibly bright Claire Chatfield? There is just one glitch – David Lawson is in love with another woman – a Hollywood Legend Claudia Block.

A successful tango instructor, Alec Brunell has never lacked for women’s attention, but he finds himself at a loss when faced with his downstairs neighbor, Claire Chatfield. Upon hearing of his occupation, most women swoon with desire, but Claire runs for the door. Still, her iciness only adds fuel to his fire, as Alec is determined to change Claire’s view of him.

Claudia Block has been basking in the limelight of Hollywood for more years than she cares to admit. While she still has her looks, she would much rather not mention her age, which makes her unconventional affair with young and handsome David Lawson that much more difficult for her to give up.

Dance Me to the Stars is a love story about finding one’s perfect match – sometimes following one’s heart is as convoluted as learning the steps of tango.

Dance Me to the Stars, has been selected in the first round of entries in the General Fiction category in the Amazon Breakthrough Novel contest this year.


Alec put down the paint roller and wiped his forehead on the back of his arm. Man, he was beat – he had forgotten how grueling physical labor could be. Sure, he worked out six days a week, not to mention daily dance practice, but painting walls made him discover muscles he did know he had. Every bit of his body throbbed, but at least he had gotten the job done – the south wall was painted red, and the other three were white. Now, all he needed was wait for the paint to dry so that he could add a silhouette of a tango couple against the red background – that ought to complete the ambiance. He opened the small fridge and reached for a bottle of orange juice. The cool liquid soothed his parched throat; holding the now half-empty bottle, Alec walked over to the window to check out his new view. All in all he was happy with his new digs: the rent was reasonable and the view was not bad either – from the top floor he had an unobstructed view of Second Avenue – not exactly the poshest of locations, but it would do.

One thing he had not counted on was fussy neighbors. Alec smiled, thinking of the unexpected visitor from the morning. “Claire,” he mouthed her name, remembering her tousled chestnut hair and hazel eyes – even that bulky bathrobe she had been wearing could not conceal the shapely outlines of her body.

Of course, a girl like that was bound to be a challenge. But he had always liked challenge, and the fact that he was a professional tango dancer usually played in his favor. Usually, but it might not be so this time. Alec winced, remembering Claire’s reaction to his innocent question about her music taste. What was all that about? he wondered – as far as he was concerned, no one could resist tango. Well, he would get to the bottom of Claire’s music idiosyncrasies in due time, but in the meantime, he needed to think of a way to become more neighborly.

“Think of the devil,” Alec murmured, taking another gulp of orange juice as he spotted the subject of his thoughts exiting the lobby. Someone must have a hot night planned, he thought, his eyes examining every detail of Claire’s outfit, which was far more flattering than the bathrobe he remembered from this morning. Now, she was dressed in a little black number that fitted her body to a T – his instincts had been right, from long, shapely legs to firm, flat stomach to wonderfully full breasts, her body was downright perfect, and the way her chestnut mane bounced down her back made Alec want to get to know his neighbor better. Heading out for a night on the town, Alec mused – it was Saturday night after all, and he was glad to remark the absence of a male companion by Claire’s side. Suddenly, his new building looked even more appealing.

More about Marie:

Marie Astor is a die-hard romantic who wholeheartedly believes in true love, which is why she writes in the contemporary romance genre. Marie is the author of contemporary romance novels Dance Me to the Stars, On the Rim of Love, Lucky Charm, and a short story collection, A Chance Encounter and Other Stories.

Marie’s latest novel, Dance Me to the Stars, has been selected in the first round of entries in the General Fiction category in the Amazon Breakthrough Novel contest this year.

Currently, Marie is working on her next novel – a first installment in her romantic suspense series. Stop by Marie’s website: www.marieastor.com to sign up for book releases and events. Marie can also be found on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/marieastorcollection and Twitter: @marieastor.

Books by Marie Astor:

Dance Me to the Stars – a contemporary romance about finding one’s perfect match.


On the Rim of Love – a contemporary romance about the unexpected power of love.


Lucky Charm – a humorous contemporary romance about love, luck and friendship.


A Chance Encounter and Other Stories – a short story collection about love and everyday life.


Accidentially Married…A Vampire

Accidentially Married…A Vampire

One hundred percent (100%) of all royalties received from the sale of Accidentally Married to a…Vampire from both B&N and Amazon THIS SUNDAY will be donated to The Breast Cancer Foundation.

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!

Contemporary Paranormal Romance by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

“4.5 out of 5 Stars for Accidentally in Love With…a God? (Amazon)!

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.


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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Contemporary Paranormal Romance by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

“4.5 out of 5 Stars for Accidentally Married to…a Vampire? (Amazon)!”

“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.


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 frofrom 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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Sun God Seeks… Surrogate?

Book 3, Accidentally Yours)

Contemporary Paranormal Romance by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff


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.

Website:  http://www.mimijean.net/

iTunes: http://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/mimi-jean-pamfiloff/id498303364?mt=11

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Email: mailto:mimi@mimijean.net


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