“Am I really going to die?” Cimil’s face lit up with shock. “Jeez. What kind of goddess do you think I am?… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“Is there any spot on his body that isn’t hard? Tonsils? Kidneys? Oh! His tongue... silky little devil.” — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“Okay. Good point.” He’s very honest. I should ask how he is in bed. She slapped her hands over her mouth. “I… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“She had witnessed Niccolo flag down a blue pickup that night by merely whispering, “Stop your mechanical carriage.” — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“Oh. Come on! I left my backpack on the bus.” According to Darwin, you’re a prime candidate for extinction. Too stupid to… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“Oh God, now she couldn’t remember why she’d ever left him. She needed him. More than air or sunlight and beaches, definitely… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“Wow! First vampires. Then gods. Now…vampire—gods? What’s next? Werewolves? Smurfs? Were-Smurfs?” — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“You’re hurt,” she commented. And I care? Okay. It’s official. I’m my own species now: pathetic-deathwish-osaurus…I sooo hear extinction calling me.” — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“Helena, my love,” she heard a deep voice whisper from behind. Helena gasped and held on tight to that breath. Jeans clutched… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“Andrus turned the engine and gave her a suspicious look. “You smell like...” He shifted into drive. “What?” “Nothing, but—did something happen… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“You will marry me. We will be together. I will not discuss this again.” His dark eyes turned into bottomless, black pits.… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“Helena abruptly stopped, cursing herself for deciding to go on this stupid trip to the ruins. If only she’d stayed at the… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“As darkness descended, fear continued hammering on the cracks of her rational mind. Even the critters had decided to ratchet up the… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“For darn certain, that other sensation (which she was not going to think about) was her body telling her the time had… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“A tick of amusement flashed in Tomas’ eyes. “I can see you are not quite comfortable with leaving your quarters just yet,… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“He shoved the phone at her again. “What does this do?” Hand shaking, she took it from him. “Um. It’s called a… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“Kiss me, woman. I command you,” the voice echoed, this time compelling her to obey. Helena’s survival instincts gave her a hard… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“Helena silently put down the phone and tiptoed to the bathroom door. What should she do? Run? Knock? Walk in? Get naked?… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“She had to get a hold of herself. She had to run. Did she have a chance of making it out alive?… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“The corner of his mouth twitched with an arrogant smirk. “You are my mate, sì?” “Mate?” Like, as in…first? Buddy? Other shoe?… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“What the hell?” Helena objected. “And would someone please flick a Bic or rub two sticks together? I want to die knowing… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“Yes, a proud, proud moment in my life. If only that could go on my Facebook timeline!” — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“You do not mean that, my sweet. I know you are lying.” Yes. Maybe. Crap! I don’t…“No".” — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“Niccolo had never seen so many gadgets and flashing lights, all just so they could remotely observe an abandoned military hanger about a quarter… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share
“Any day now?” Viktor prodded. “Sì, sì. Do not get your…” Niccolo paused to recall the exact phrase. “Get your balls in a bunch.”… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share
“I’d spent so much time thinking about the future and about becoming someone I could never be that I’d simply missed the point: I… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share
“He shoved the phone at her again. “What does this do?” Hand shaking, she took it from him. “Um. It’s called a Smartphone. You… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share
“Oh God, now she couldn’t remember why she’d ever left him. She needed him. More than air or sunlight and beaches, definitely more than… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share
“Yes, a proud, proud moment in my life. If only that could go on my Facebook timeline!” — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share
“You may rely on it," he (Tommasso) said with that exotic accent. "Sorry, I don't speak Magic 8-Ball.” — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share
“A tick of amusement flashed in Tomas’ eyes. “I can see you are not quite comfortable with leaving your quarters just yet, so may… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share
“…But since you came here, the only thing I can think about is you. You’re like a goddamned fever I can’t rid myself of.” — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share
“ First, you will have to find your true mate. Or, more accurately, she will find you. A human, by the way." "Human ?"… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share
“Your body is a piece of fucking art, but that doesn’t mean you can use it to get what you want.” — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share
“Helena abruptly stopped, cursing herself for deciding to go on this stupid trip to the ruins. If only she’d stayed at the hotel with… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share
“Control, no. This place—I simply do not understand it. The humans here wear giant cocktail glasses around their necks and insert exorbitant amounts of… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share
“You want to leave the queen’s employ?” He nodded with an uncompromising stare. “Complicated. Unprecedented. Perfectly insane…I’m in!” — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share
“Is there any spot on his body that isn’t hard? Tonsils? Kidneys? Oh! His tongue... silky little devil.” — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share
