Title: SUN GOD SEEKS…SURROGATE?
Series: (Book 3, Accidentally Yours Series)
Author:
Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
Publisher:
Self
Length:
295 Pages
Genres:
Paranormal Romance (Action/Adventure, Comedy)
Heat
Level: Sensual
Sequel to ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE WITH…A GOD? and The New York Times Best
Seller, ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO…A VAMPIRE?, this story has it all! Vampires,
gods, and our favorite evil Mayan priests, the Maaskab.
5.0 out of 5 Stars on Amazon
for “Sun God Seeks…Surrogate”!
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BLURB:
When 24-year-old Penelope learns of a new miracle drug that
could cure her ailing mother, it’s the answer to her prayers. Until she sees
the cost. But for every door that closes, a window opens. In this case, the window
calls herself Cimil, and she’s quite possibly the most insane person Penelope’s
ever met. Could it be because this complete stranger just offered Penelope one
million dollars to carry her wealthy brother’s baby?
But Cimil’s brother isn’t your everyday millionaire. In fact,
he gives new meaning to the word hot.
EXCERPT:
Wondering
which screw in her head had come loose this
time, twenty-four-year-old Emma Keane strapped a parachute to her back in
preparation for yet another fun-filled jungle mission.
“Dammit!
Stop wiggling!” she barked over her shoulder. “And that had better be your
flashlight!”
Well,
actually, it was a cranky, rather large warrior named Brutus strapped to her
back and wearing the parachute because she had yet to find time for skydiving
lessons.
Dork.
In
any case, looking like a ridiculous, oversized baby kangaroo wasn’t enough to
stop her from making this nocturnal leap into enemy territory—Maaskab
territory. She had scores to settle.
Emma
sucked in a deep breath, the roar of the plane’s large engines and Brutus’s
growls making it difficult to find her center—the key to winning any battle.
And not freak out.
Funny.
If someone had told her a year ago that she’d end up here, an immortal
demigoddess engaged to the infamous God of Death and War, she would have said,
“Christ! Yep! That toootally sounds
about right.”
Why
the hell not? She’d lived the first twenty-two years of her life with Guy—a
nickname she’d given her handsome god—obsessed with his seductive voice, a
voice only she could hear. Turned out, after they finally met face-to-face,
their connection ran blood deep. Universe deep, actually. A match made by fate.
Emma
rubbed her hands together, summoning the divine power deep within her cells.
One blast with her fingertips and she could split a man right down the middle.
“Careful
where you put those,” Guy said, cupping himself.
Emma
gazed up at his smiling face and couldn’t help but admire the glorious,
masculine view. Sigh. She knew she’d
been born to love him, flaws—enormous ego and otherworldly bossiness—and all.
His
smile melted away. “Please change your mind, my sweet. Stay on the plane, and
let me do your fighting.”
“Can’t
do that,” she replied. “The Maaskab took my grandmother, and I’m going to be
the one to get her back. Even if I have to kill Tommaso to do it.”
Guy
shook his head. “No. You are to let me deal with him.”
Emma
felt her immortal blood boil. She’d trusted Tommaso once, and he’d betrayed
her. Almost gotten her killed, too. But she’d known—well, she’d thought—it wasn’t Tommaso’s fault. He’d
been injected with liquid black jade, an evil substance that could darken the
heart of an angel. That’s why, after he’d been captured and mortally wounded,
she’d begged the gods to cure him.
Then
she did the unthinkable: she’d put her faith in him again.
Stupid
move.
He’d
turned on her a second time, the bastard. Yes, his betrayal—done of his own
free will—was her prize on that fateful night almost one year ago when her
grandmother showed up on their doorstep in Italy, leading an army of evil
Maaskab priests, her mind clearly poisoned.
“If
Tommaso hadn’t helped her escape, we could’ve saved her,” she said purely to
vent, because she really wanted to cry. But the fiancée of the God of Death and
War didn’t cry. Especially in front of the hundred warriors riding shotgun on
the plane tonight.
Okay, maybe one teeny
tiny tear while no one’s looking.
“Do
not give up hope, Emma.” Guy clutched her hand. “And do not forget…whatever
happens, I love you. Until the last ray of sunlight. Until the last flicker of
life inhabits this planet.”
Brutus
groaned and rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed by the sappy chatter.
Emma
elbowed him in the ribs. “Shush! And how can you, of all people, be
uncomfortable with a little affection? Huh? You bunk with eight dudes every
night. That’s gross by the way. Not the dude part. I’m cool with that. But
eight, big, sweaty warriors all at once? Yuck. So don’t judge me because I’m
into the one-man-at-a-time rule. That’s messed up, Brutus.”
Brutus
growled and Guy chuckled.
In
truth, Emma didn’t know what Brutus was into or how he and his elite team
slept, but she loved teasing him. She figured that sooner or later she’d find
the magic words to get Brutus to speak to her.
No luck yet.
Accepting
a temporary defeat, she shrugged and turned her attention back to the task at
hand. She took one last look at her delicious male—seven feet of solid muscle
with thick blue-black waves of hair and bronzed skin. Sigh. “Okay. I’m ready,” she declared boldly. “Let’s kill some
Scabs and get my granny!”
She
glanced over her other shoulder at Penelope, their newest family member. Her
dark hair was pulled into a tight ponytail that accentuated the anger simmering
in her dark green eyes. Pissed would be a serious understatement.
Emma
didn’t blame her. What a cluster.
“Ready?”
Emma asked.
“You
better believe it,” Penelope replied. “These clowns picked the wrong girl to
mess with.”
Guy
frowned as they leaped from the plane into the black night.
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:
www.mimijean.net
Email:
mimi@mimijean.net
5***** Review
I really enjoyed this story not because all the other readers said so but because I came to that conclusion all by myself. [smile]From the weird deities, and believe me they were weirdddd. To the new language (well it is more new words[?] I suppose[smile]). [I think I need to clarify the question mark. Old words wrapped in new gift wrap that produces new words (making sense?). Words that can become every day use.] Let the words speak for themselves: Golden oldies - Okeydokey. Perfect for the character Penelope.
Munsters- a collaboration of all the bad weirds
Pen - "Find the silver lining, Pen. Your mother is alive and healed
Fuckitty fuck- speak for itself hey[smile]
With an ever growing list of weird characters I think by the time the series is done a whole new race would be established.
But I really did enjoy the character Penelope the main character in this book. Since I have not read the previous two in the series. {Which will be rectify soon} My view can change but for now I will stand with this.
She was witty, clever, scared, confused often. Hey who wouldn't be after being dumped in this mess and being the Sun Goddess at the end. I can not blame her.
But at the end she rose and strengh and wisdom was revealed. Her witty thoughts kept the story humorise [is that a word? I hope so] and interesting from page one to the end.
The author kept the plot interesting with enough momentum to not make it boring with all the weirdness. Throwing in hunks with lost off sex appeal to keep a girl glued to every page. From the God of Death and War to the Sun God, Viking Vampires, Uchben soldiers etc. They were mega hunks with lots of power to save the day. Laying down their lives for humanity. Sweet!
I am going to leave with this to let you drool and want to buy the book:
Cimil’s Mandatory Pop Quiz
Well, hello again, my little People Pets!Now, I know you’ve been patiently waiting for this sequel to BOTH Books One and Two, but you must first pass my fabulous little Pop Quiz.
Oh, yes. The gods have spoken. And by gods, I mean me. Because I’m the only one who counts. No, really. The gods can’t count or do any sort of math. Don’t ask. Leprechaun curses aren’t funny.
Anyhooo, no cheating! (Especially you, Ashlee...) And I will know if you do. Because I know everything. Except how this story will end…
Demon crackers!
Cheers to me,
Cimil, Goddess Delight of the Underworld
***
A. The Smurfs
B. The were-Smurfs
C. The Uchben
2. A female descendant of the gods. Not immortal, but does carry the gods’ bloodline.
A. Snooki
B. Betty White
C. A Payal
3. An evil cult of dark priests, descending from the Maya.
A. The Republican Party
B. The Democratic Party
C. The Maaskab (aka Scabs)
4. Evil vampires whose favorite flavor is innocence.
A. The Obscuros
B. The Osmonds
C. The Osbournes
5. Now that Chaam, the God of Male Virility is locked away, I lead the Maaskab army.
A. The Dos Equis “Most Interesting Man in the World”
B. Kathy Griffin
C. Gabriela, Emma Keane’s grandmother
6. Mimi Jean’s favorite slang term for a man’s private part.
A. Man-treat
B. Man-sicle
C. Man-fritters
*****
The answers is revealed in the book!Happy reading
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