Friday, December 9, 2016

God of Wine
Immortal Matchmakers, Inc. #3
By: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
Released Nov 25th, 2016
Self-Published
 
Blurb
From New York Times Bestseller Mimi Jean Pamfiloff…
Book #3 of the Immortal Matchmakers Inc. Series. (Standalone)
CAN ROCK-HARD ABS SAVE THE WORLD? HE SURE THINKS SO
Acan, the God of Wine and Intoxication, has been partying for over ten thousand years. And
New Year’s Eve, when humans around the world succumb to his naturally occurring spike in
powers, is his big night. Only this year, things are bit different.
A plague is sweeping the immortal community, and he’s turning downright evil. All those New
Year’s bashes will turn into bloodbaths if he doesn’t stop it. Sadly, the only known cure is finding
a mate, and he is a giant, rude, beer-bellied mess. Definitely not husband material.
But can a little gym-time and help from the pros at Immortal Matchmakers, Inc. turn him into a
divine sex-machine? Absolutely!
So watch out, ladies! The God of Wine is lookin’ for love. And he has absolutely no clue
what he’s doing.
 
Excerpt #1
Acan, God of Wine and Intoxication, entered the upscale fitness club that boasted some of LA’s
tightest asses with one thing and one thing only on his mind: Sweet. Fucking. Revenge.
“Fucking human.” His eyes scanned the ocean of disgustingly healthy people, all tanned,
glowing, and annoyingly perky for five a.m. I want to end them all. Starting with the woman from
last night. Because of her—one lowly human—he had been unable to partake in his usual one
hundred tequila shots and fifty beers or “accidentally” burn down the posh Santa Monica hotel
with one of his legendary, crowd-pleasing, exploding mojitos. All because of a random woman
he’d met in the hotel elevator whilst in transit to last night’s rooftop party. He’d said, “Hiya,” paid
her a “compliment” and then invited her to the event. She’d shockingly said, “Fuck off,” more or
less. So he’d said, “Fuck off back, you old bag.” She’d said, “Shove it and come to my gym so
we can see who’s really old.”
You! You are, you wilted vag. Yeah. That’s right! She was some disgusting fitness-freak mortal
who spent her days denying the truth: she would grow old, her beauty would fade, and her little
lady “flower” would wither and die like an old tomato.
Yet she had the gall to metaphorically slap his perfectly bronzed cheek and challenge him to a
fitness duel? Simply because he’d complimented her by saying she had nice tits or something
like that? (Honestly, he couldn’t remember.) But nooo… She’d turned her nose up at him in the
elevator. So what if he hadn’t been wearing any pants! Or underwear. Honest mistake.
What a fuzzy cunt! With his horribly clear vision, due to the lack of alcohol, Acan zeroed right in
on the blonde woman in her forties as she did squats and hip thrusts inside the fishbowl
aerobics room.
“There you are…” His growl faded into the background as she raised her toned arms above her
head, clapping her hands, laughing and “wooing” with the other fitness hags in the room. Acan
suddenly felt his heart beating so hard that his knees began to knock. His breath stuck in his
lungs, and his eyes didn’t seem to want to move away. She is so…radiant. So lively. Her lovely
creamy skin, pert nose, and beaming smile reminded him of an angel. With really nice jugs. And
something about the woman’s tight, tight ass and long legs made him feel a little tingly.
What? No. I can’t stand her. Must be the lack of tequila in my system, making me all crazy.
Being sober was awful.
“Hey, dude. No offense, but that’s pretty fucked up,” said a male voice.
Acan looked down—way, waaay down since he was over seven feet tall—at the stumpy little
weight-lifter dude with bleach blond hair, wearing a black spaghetti strap tank top.
“What?” Acan pushed his snarled brown hair from his eyes, but it wouldn’t move. Why is my hair
so sticky? Was it always like this?
Stumpy dude’s eyes flashed to Acan’s groin. “Pants, man. Pants. I mean, yeah, that’s a huge
shlong, but there’s a time and a place to impress the ladies. Yunnooo?”
Acan looked at his lower extremities. “Hell.” He’d forgotten his pants. Again. And his fucking
underwear. Again.
That’s the fifteenth time this week! I think. Either way, going to kill Jill, he thought. Jill, his full-
time assistant slash deity-nanny, was supposed to make sure he didn’t go out the door showing
off the man-gear anymore. Of course, it was now five in the morning, and she was never on
duty this early because he was never awake before noon unless on his way to bed after
partying all night, which was almost every night. Jill didn’t usually get in until—well, he didn’t
really know. He was passed out most of the time.
It’s a tough job being the party god, but someone’s got to do it.
Acan jerked his head, playing it cool. “Thanks, dude.” He turned to leave, wondering how he’d
arrived to the gym naked. Uber? Chauffeur? Battery-powered kiddie tank?
Gods, I hope I didn’t ride my bike. That seat was the worst on his bare balls.
“Hey!” an angry female voice called out.
Acan turned. Dammit all to hell. It was her. The giant CrossFit fuzzy cunt. Okay, she was hot
and all vivacious and whatnot. But so? She was rude! And she didn’t know her place in this
world. He was a god, a force to be feared and…well, to have fun with. After all, he was the
embodiment of festive excess.
“You showed up. I didn’t expect…” Her voice faded as she realized he was down a pair of pants
(and underpants) and up one man—involuntarily, of course. “I didn’t expect to see your penis.”
She swallowed and made a disgusted face. “Erect.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “What? Never seen a god before?”
“If you’re referring to a beer-bellied slob reeking of stale beer, who’s standing nude and aroused
in the middle of my gym, then no. I’ve never seen a god.”
“Boom!” He threw up his arms, making eagle talons with his fingers. “Well, now you have.” He
turned and strutted from the gym with his head held high. Godsdammit. I gotta get a drink.
~~~
 
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matchmakers-inc- 3-by- mimi-jean- pamfiloff
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Author Info
 
 
MIMI JEAN PAMFILOFF is a USA Today and New York Times bestselling romance author.
Although she obtained her MBA and worked for more than fifteen years in the corporate world,
she believes that it’s never too late to come out of the romance closet and follow your dream.
Mimi lives with her Latin Lover hubby, two pirates-in- training (their boys), and the rat terrier duo,
Snowflake and Mini Me, in Arizona. She hopes to make you laugh when you need it most and
continues to pray daily that leather pants will make a big comeback for men
 
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