New York
Times and USA Today bestselling Romance author, host of the radio talk show, Man
Candy, on Radioslot.com.
When San
Francisco native Mimi Jean went on an adventure as an exchange student to
Mexico City, she never imagined the journey would lead to writing Romance. But
one MBA, one sexy husband, and two rowdy kids later, Mimi would trade in
corporate life for vampires, deities, and snarky humor.
She continues
to hope that her books will inspire a leather pants comeback (for men) and that
she might make you laugh when you need it most.
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Blurb:
Excerpt:
Blurb:
My name is Lily Snow.
I am twenty-five years old, and despite being born with an unattractive face, I
have never doubted who I am: smart, driven, and beautiful on the inside.
Until I met Maxwell
Cole.
He’s handsome,
excessively wealthy, and the owner of Cole Cosmetics. It’s been my dream to
work for this man for as long as I can remember. The good news is he wants to
hire me. The bad news is he wants me for all the wrong reasons. Ugly reasons.
In exchange, he’s
offered me my dreams on a silver platter. The job. The title. A beautiful
future. But this man is as messed up and ugly as they come on the inside. I’m
not sure anyone can help him, and he just might take my heart down with him.
Excerpt:
“What the hell are you doing here?” I stopped with my hands
on my waist and felt the beads of sweat running like a little river down my
spine.
His eyes moved over my body, almost reaching the top before
they made another sweep, lingering an extra moment on my breasts. He still
hadn’t uttered a word.
“What did you expect? Scales on my legs and a uni-breast?” I
couldn’t believe I’d said that, but pretending to be civil to this horrible man
felt like a lie.
His eyes reluctantly settled on my face, his revulsion
immediate. “Not the uni-breast.” He cracked a dimpled smile. Totally forced.
I hissed out an unappreciative breath and marched straight
to my door, pushing past him. I dug my key from the little pocket of my
waistband while he just stood there staring at the view down the front of my
panties.
Asshole. I shot him a look and released the elastic
waistband with a snap. As I turned the key in the lock, I decided I’d be
slamming the door in his face before he had the chance to say a single word. My
guess was he feared I’d tell his little secret or sue him or something.
Let the man stew.
But the moment I pushed open the door, he said something
that made me think twice. “Invite me in.”
Okay, it wasn’t so much what he said, but the way he’d said
it: a demand. It gave me the urge to do far worse than shut a door and leave
him on the other side.
I turned and looked up at him, shooting my own breed of
disgust his way. I hated the gorgeous bastard. I hated every perfect hair on
his perfect head, and I wanted him to know it. “Why the fuck would I do that,
asshole?”
“You have a dirty mouth.” A subtle smile, laced with a hint
of sadistic delight, twitched across his lips. That time his smile was real.
“You bring out the ugly bitch in me. Why are you here?”
“I want to talk. Invite me in,” he demanded again with that
deep authoritative voice.
I laughed at his attempt to boss me around. “If you’re
worried I’m going to tell anyone the truth about you, don’t. I’d actually have
to give a crap about you.” The only thing I cared about was getting on the road
to starting my own company as quickly as possible so I could build a company
where women like me were genuinely valued.
“Miss Snow, stop being such a hostile bitch and invite me
in.”
My knee twitched with the urge to salute his balls.
“I’ve got a job proposal for you,” he added, “the
opportunity of a lifetime.”
This sonofabitch wanted to offer me a job? After everything
he’d said? Hell yeah, I’ll invite him in. Just to tell him to go fuck himself.
I stepped aside and replied with a noxious sweetness,
“Why…won’t you come in, Mr. Cole?”
He dipped his head of thick dark-brown hair. “Why, thank
you, Miss Snow.”
“Oh, please. Call me Lily. I insist.”
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