“You want to leave the queen’s employ?” He nodded with an uncompromising stare. “Complicated. Unprecedented. Perfectly insane…I’m in!” — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Cimil 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 Helena Copy Share Image
“There is new information.” “Are you going to share it?” “No.” Of course not. Because it would totally ruin his whole mysterious… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Character Copy Share Image
“Although he was an ancient Viking, Viktor wasn’t “old school” as the younger vampires called it. Viktor embraced everything modern, and that… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Niccolo 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 Dark eyes Copy Share Image
“So. You in?” Niccolo looked from side to side. “In? In what?” “Yes. In. Are you onboard? Ready to throw down. Roll… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Cimil 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 Helena 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 Helena Copy Share Image
“And watch your tongue. I happen to be partial to humans - most, anyway. Clowns, not so much. Those evil bastards never… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“Hey, I’ve been alive for a very, very long time. Boring,” she sang out. “Gotta do something for kicks, and a good… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Apocalypse Copy Share Image
“I opened my eyes, wanting to watch him come, to see what his beautiful face looked like when he was lost in… — 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 Helena Copy Share Image
“Control, no. This place—I simply do not understand it. The humans here wear giant cocktail glasses around their necks and insert exorbitant… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Computers Copy Share Image
“And, let me compliment your fashionable attire, my friend. Is naked the new black?” said Rodrigo. Apparently, the two men could see… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Friendship Copy Share Image
“An hour later, a nameless, cold-faced man returned with a tray of fresh pasta, warm bread, and a few bags of brand… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Funny 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
“Niccolo had never seen so many gadgets and flashing lights, all just so they could remotely observe an abandoned military hanger about… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Niccolo Copy Share Image
“I’d spent so much time thinking about the future and about becoming someone I could never be that I’d simply missed the… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Copy Share Image
“I’m sure no one will notice a seven-foot, shirtless man who looks like the mascot for the Thunder from Down Under.” “I… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Flatulence Copy Share Image
“There were certain elements of the human world that where out of their control: war, inflation, American Idol…all things which could cause… — 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 Helena Copy Share Image
“Cimil watched Helena disappear into the pawnshop. “Ha! Did I tell you this was gonna be drama-tastic, or what?” she said toward… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Cimil Copy Share Image
“Niccolo released a quick breath. “Will you assist me or not?” he said. “Sure, my little cupcake of despair. Now, normally I… — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Cimil 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 Darkness Copy Share Image
