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TOMMASO
Immortal Matchmakers, Inc #2
Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
Released May 24th, 2016
From New York Times Bestseller Mimi Jean
TOMMASO,
Book #2, Immortal Matchmakers, Inc. Series (Standalone)
SOMETIMES, HOT MEN CAN BE REAL
MONSTERSโฆ
Tommaso
Fierro is used to the finer things in lifeโnice suits, nice car, nice house.
Okay, his past isnโt so nice, but thatโs in the past. Or at least it was until
Luckily,
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PROLOGUE
Lying in bed, I sifted through the darkness with my tired eyes, in search of the strange noise coming fromโฆ
Holy crap! Itโs above me!
The dark figure came into focus, and I let out a yelp that shouldโve been a terror-filled scream. What in the name of fuck is that? I thought, feeling my entire body turn ice cold with fear.
In the yellow light of my alarm clock, I saw the monsterโs face hovering over mine, its eyes pits of glowing crimson swirling with black.
Oh shit. Oh shit. What is that? I opened my mouth to finally deliver that scream, but the beast quickly slapped its sickly hand over my lips to muffle the noise.
Oh, God. Help me. He smelled like death and evil. He smelled like desolation and despairโeverything bad in this world mixed together.
Knowing I was about to die, I felt my eyes begin to tear.
โPlease,โ I mumbled through the gaps in its sticky fingers, the unmistakable smell of dried blood filling my nostrils. โPlease donโt kill me.โ
Slowly, it dipped its head, allowing me to see its face up close.
Christ. Heโs human. Or something humanlike , resembling a man covered in black soot and the stench of death.
โPlease, Iโm begging youโjust let me go,โ I whimpered.
The man slid his hand from my mouth, studying me. Then there was a flash of something I didnโt expect in their depths: fear.
โSave. Me,โ he mumbled in a deep gargle . โPleaseโฆ saveโฆ meโฆโ
What theโฆ? I was the one who needed saving!
โI think itโs the oth -other way around,โ I stuttered and then reached for the reading lamp to my side and swung. He stopped it inches from his face, and an icy rage replaced any semblance of kinder, gentler emotions.
He roared and then grabbed me by the hair, dragging me from my bed.
โLet go!โ I yelled, and he did. He tossed me to the floor as if I were completely weightless.
Oh, God. He was so strong.
I yelled for help, but no one was coming. I lived alone out in the middle of the desert.
Looking pleased by my fear, he reached into the waistband of whatever he wore as clothing and drew a buck knife or machete or something one might use to murder an innocent twenty-six-year-old golf instructor who lived ten miles outside of Palm Springs, liked to binge on crunchy food, and owned two Jeeps, a cat that hated her, and four rescue chickens. Yeah. It was that kind of knife. A really, really big fucking knife.
โOh, God. Please no . Pleaseโฆ Iโm sorry,โ I cried. โWhatever I did, Iโm sorry!โ Of course, I wasnโt sorry. I was simply terrified and wanted to live . Unfortunately, the odds were not in my favor.
I watched in terror as the blade barreled down toward my face.
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
Mini Me, in Arizona. She hopes to make you laugh when you need it most and
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