Accidentally In Love With...A God? (Accidentally Yours)
Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
Trapped for many years, a robust god seeks freedom . . . and revenge. however the simply factor that could keep him is the fervour of a woman's contact . . .
Emma Keane is your commonplace urban lady attempting to get a date. there is only one factor preserving her again: the disembodied male voice chatting with her via her brain. Sound form of loopy? perhaps. yet loopy turns downright lethal while the voice persuades her to shuttle to the wilds of the Mayan jungle. There she's going to unfastened his body-his exceptionally scorching, muscled, naked body.
Humans are so frail, so undisciplined, so liable to love. And whilst this old being connects with Emma, the emotions she sparks force him totally mad. protecting, keep-her-close, never-let-her-go form of mad. which would now not be this kind of undesirable factor simply because from the instant the attractive, passionate Emma unshackles his physique, they're hunted at each flip. Now he will need to do every thing in his strength to maintain her secure. yet will it's adequate?
The by accident Yours Series
BOOK 1: unintentionally in Love with...a God?
BOOK 2: unintentionally Married to...a Vampire?
BOOK three: solar God Seeks...Surrogate?
BOOK 3.5: Accidentally...Evil? (a Novella)
BOOK four: Vampires want Not...Apply?
BOOK 4.5: Accidentally...Cimil? (a Novella) (Coming in January 2014)
BOOK five: Accidentally...Over? (Coming in August 2014)
In my head, characters pop up out of nowhere. See, I don’t plot, or define. an concept will come to me and Wham! My mind simply flows with it. Or a personality will come to me and all the things of his or her puzzle commence tumbling speedy into position and the tale strikes from there. both means, this all performs in my mind’s eye like a film and that i take a seat at my keyboard doing my darnedest to get all of it down because it is going alongside. In my Dream guy sequence, i began it with secret guy simply because Hawk and Gwen got here to.
outdoor seemed back, retaining up a couple of black, knee-high leather-based boots. He passed them to Tommaso and went again to doing regardless of the males did round right here. “Put them on,” Tommaso steered. “Not till you resolution me. I’ve by no means been on a horse. i used to be raised in ny. So sooner than i'm going and hazard my neck sitting on most sensible of that animal, I’d prefer to comprehend why you’re being so nice.” If I didn’t recognize any larger, I’d say he all of sudden regarded ashamed. “Mr. Santiago referred to as this morning, and that i instructed him.
persistence was once over. “Guy, Votan—whoever you are…” Anger flickered throughout his face. “Who gave you my outdated name?” Cimil had acknowledged it, yet what was once the large deal? “Are we enjoying Rumpelstiltskin now? unimaginable! simply inform me! What are you?” He acknowledged, “Over the centuries, people believed us to be many stuff: fae, extraterrestrial beings, even vampires—since we can’t rather die—but you’d name us… gods.” “Sorry. Did you simply say ‘gods’?” He nodded stiffly. i used to be certainly going to want to soak up ingesting. “Like.
T-shirt and flip-flops—wrangled my rainy curls right into a knot on the nape of my neck, after which headed out the door. I anticipated to work out a specific safeguard expecting me, probably analyzing a e-book concerning the historical past of the ninja or Armani. but rather than Tommaso, there have been blond males wearing undeniable khaki cargos, T-shirts, and darkish blue fleece vests. outdated military warriors? i suppose it labored. “Where’s Tommaso?” The taller of the blond males shrugged. “I imagine he had a few stuff he had to do.” Stuff? yet I.
different gods. in truth, the final time they’d been that loud was once correct before—“Maaskab! They’re here!” I screamed and felt my physique cross flat lower than Brutus. “Stay!” Brutus commanded after which obtained up and ran off into the jungle. I rolled over and located myself lying—gulp—all on my own? Holy Virgin of Guadalupe, kill me now. I gritted my enamel, achieving for the gun at my facet. yet what if I shot an Uchben? I placed it again in its holster, figuring out that whatever was once tickling my neck. I leaped up gasping and.