Sun God Seeks...Surrogate? [NOOK Book]

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A Deal from Heaven

Living in New York City, Penelope Trudeau has seen a lot of weird stuff-but nothing like the insane redhead who accosts her with a wild proposition. Penelope will get a million dollars if she has a baby with the strange woman's brother. With her mother dying from a mysterious disease, Penelope can use the money. Yet the terrified waitress is adamant that ...
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Overview

A Deal from Heaven

Living in New York City, Penelope Trudeau has seen a lot of weird stuff-but nothing like the insane redhead who accosts her with a wild proposition. Penelope will get a million dollars if she has a baby with the strange woman's brother. With her mother dying from a mysterious disease, Penelope can use the money. Yet the terrified waitress is adamant that her womb and eggs are not for sale . . . until she meets her intended mate. He's impressively built, gorgeous, and red-hot, literally. He's a freaking immortal Sun God.

For thousands of years, Kinich (Nick to his friends) didn't believe in fraternizing with humans, so procreating with them is definitely a no-no. But after one sizzling encounter with the beautiful, passionate Penelope, Nick begins to think he was wrong . . . until he realizes meeting Penelope was just another one of his crazy sister's schemes at manipulation. But now that he has Penelope in his life, he can't let her go. Especially because doing so means throwing her into the hands of his dangerous enemies.

Approx. 90,000 words.

The Accidentally Yours Series

BOOK 1: Accidentally in Love with...a God?
BOOK 2: Accidentally Married to...a Vampire?
BOOK 3: Sun God Seeks...Surrogate?
BOOK 3.5: Accidentally...Evil? (a Novella)
BOOK 4: Vampires Need Not...Apply?
BOOK 4.5: Accidentally...Cimil? (a Novella)
BOOK 5: Accidentally...Over? (Coming in August 2014)
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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
01/13/2014
Pamfiloff’s sixth Accidentally Yours humorous paranormal (after Accidentally... Cimil?) pairs up a struggling waitress and a devastatingly sexy god. Penelope Trudeau is minding her own business, trying to support herself and her ill mother in New York City, when flamboyant stranger Cimil offers her a million dollars to bear a child by Cimil’s brother, Kinich. While Penelope declares that her womb is not for sale, she does wonder why Cimil chose her. But the truth is far beyond anything she could have imagined: Cimil and Kinich are gods, in the middle of a fight to eliminate evil forces and prevent the apocalypse, and Cimil thinks Penelope is Kinich’s fated mate. Pamfiloff injects smart-ass humor into every scene, as Penelope’s mother is kidnapped and Penelope and Kinich try to find her while keeping themselves alive. The cutesy dialogue and asides (“Ogling your giant man-sicle...”) are cloying, and the cliffhanger ending frustrates, but the plot and characters are pure fun. (Mar.)
From the Publisher
"Pamfiloff injects smart-ass humor into every scene...plot and characters are pure fun."—Publishers Weekly on SUNGOD SEEKS...SURROGATE?

"I can't wait to read the next one."—http://romancing-the-book.com/ on ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO...A VAMPIRE?

"If you like sexy Gods and nonstop adventure this is the book for you...Once you read this one you will want to read the next."—http://romancing-the-book.com/ on ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE WITH...A GOD?

"I want to read the next book in the series so bad. I hope I can handle the wait. It just seems that I get deeper and deeper into this series."—http://romancing-the-book.com/ on SUN GOD SEEKS...SURROGATE?

"I really love the Accidentally Yours series. I just never know what will happen next."—http://romancing-the-book.com/ on ACCIDENTALLY...EVIL?

http://romancing-the-book.com/ on ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO...A VAMPIRE?
"I can't wait to read the next one."
http://romancing-the-book.com/ on ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE WITH...A GOD?
"If you like sexy Gods and nonstop adventure this is the book for you...Once you read this one you will want to read the next."
http://romancing-the-book.com/ on ACCIDENTALLY...EVIL?
"I really love the Accidentally Yours series. I just never know what will happen next."
http://romancing-the-book.com/ on SUN GOD SEEKS...SURROGATE?
"I want to read the next book in the series so bad. I hope I can handle the wait. It just seems that I get deeper and deeper into this series."
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781455546961
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 3/5/2013
  • Series: Accidentally Yours , #3
  • Sold by: Hachette Digital, Inc.
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 288
  • Sales rank: 18,661
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Before taking up a permanent residence in the San Francisco Bay Area, Mimi spent time living near NYC (became a shopaholic), in Mexico City (developed a taste for very spicy food), and Arizona (now hates jumping chollas, but pines for sherbet sunsets). Her love of pre-Hispanic culture, big cities, and romance inspires her to write when she's not busy with kids, hubby, work, and life...or getting sucked into a juicy novel.

She hopes that someday leather pants for men will make a big comeback and that her writing might make you laugh when you need it most.

You can learn more at:
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Twitter: @MimiJeanRomance
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Sun God Seeks ... Surrogate?


By Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Grand Central Publishing

Copyright © 2014 Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4555-4697-8



CHAPTER 1

Penelope. Approximately Three Weeks Earlier


"Sorry, but did you just say ...? You want me to what?" I stared at the flaming redhead who'd trotted into the crowded café off the snowy New York street, helped herself to the chair across from me, and swiped her finger through the creamy froth of my eagerly anticipated cappuccino.

Rude!

Didn't matter that the woman was disturbed, which she clearly was; the pink scuba mask on her head was a dead giveaway, as was the hot-pink mink coat.

"You heard me, Penelope," she said, rapping her glittery pink fingernails on the tabletop. "Five hundred thousand dollars—okay ... I'll make it one million. But not a penny more!"

How the hell did she know my name? And had she really offered me money for what I thought? Was today April Fools'? No. It was November 30.

Then it dawned on me. I was being punk'd. Wait. That show was canceled. Yes, Ashton had moved on to corny camera commercials, a sitcom, and a very unflattering Ringo Starr beard.

Well, double dammit, whatever was going on, I didn't have the patience for this today; I'd just received bad news. The worst kind of bad news.

I dog-eared my book, Spanish for Linguistic Tards—never too late to learn another language, you know—and slapped it down. "I don't know which of my friends orchestrated this crappy prank, but I've got work in twenty minutes, and it's going to be a long, long night—"

"Hold your jicama!" she interrupted, shoving her index finger in my face as her phone squawked. She quickly dug through her oversized pink fuzzy handbag and pulled out the device. "Wassup? Yeah. Yeah. Oooh my ..." The odd woman, who appeared to be in her thirties, continued her egregiously loud banter while stroking the lapel of her furry coat.

I glanced over my shoulder, wondering if anyone else inside the bustling café was witnessing this obnoxious display. Oddly enough, not one person was.

Whatever. Didn't matter. I'd already decided to go find my pre–night shift triple-skinny cappuccino (hold the weirdo finger) elsewhere.

I pushed away from the table, and she latched onto my wrist, instantly igniting a surge of numbing static throughout my entire body. Every muscle ground to a halt. Except my pounding heart. That worked fine.

She narrowed her eyes and then made a little no-no wave with her scrawny, pale finger.

"Yeah. Uh-huh. Oooh. Nice," she continued, chatting on her phone while I experienced the world's quietest panic attack. "I'm thinkin' we go with the chicken fingers." She shook her head a few times. "No, silly. Real ones. I love crunchy food." Pause. "How the hell should I know what to do with the chickens? Make them some special shoes." Pause. "Yup. Yup. Clothing is optional. Except for the clowns. They get too carried away with the ball jokes. Seriously. It's disturbing. Even for me." Another pause. "We can talk about it later, Fate. I gotta take care of this girl before she throws a hissy." Pause. "Yes. It's that girl. This is gonna be dramalicious!"

She ended her call and sighed happily in my general direction. "Gods, I rock. I should be a ride at Six Flags. They should name a country after me—Wait! No. The planet. They should name the entire planet after magnifique moi!" She suddenly snapped back her head and locked her eyes on the ceiling. "Oh yeah? You just try it!"

I couldn't move my head, but from the corner of my eye, I noticed a little black dot.

A fly? She's talking to the fly?

She then pointed right at the little bugger. "That's right! I'll take you down. I'll cut you, bitch!"

The fly buzzed away.

The woman shrugged and then leaned into the table. A wide, evil grin stretched across her elfin face. "Okillee-dokillee, Penelope. Let's not play games—for the next five minutes, anyway—Pin the Tail on the Donkey is my favorite, though. Just in case you were wondering." She snorted. "I like it when they squeal."

Her paralyzing grip didn't allow a response, but I was all ears; this woman scared the crappity crap out of me.

"I know everything about you," she continued. "You're Penelope Trudeau. You were raised right here in good ol' NYC. Your mother has been fighting a mysterious illness for the past year, which is why you've put off going to grad school even though you've been accepted to several excellent programs."

Who the hell was this woman? She recited every fact about my life, including how I was a size 8—or size 10 after the major holidays and sporting events—had a black belt in karate, was afraid of spiders, and had no intention of celebrating my twenty-fifth birthday tomorrow. Birthdays freaked me out.

"My brother and I mean business, Penelope. This isn't a joke. Though ..." She snorted twice. " ... Did you ever hear the one about the porcupine who married the sheep?"

She released my wrist.

Ever so slowly, my body sparked back to life. Terrified, I blinked several times before nodding no. She was insane. Truly. Unequivocally. Bonkers. And she apparently knew how to do that Vulcan grip thing. Not a good combo.

"Well, their children were able to knit their own sweaters!" She chuckled loudly and slapped her knee.

Then, for no apparent reason, her expression transformed into a void of human warmth. It sent shivers deep down into the pit of my stomach, which was now telling me to run. Run far, far away. I didn't know if her offer to pay me one million dollars was genuine or the ramblings of a madwoman, but God save me, I didn't want anything to do with her.

"So, you in or out?" she asked, crossing her arms. "One million dollars, honey. It will solve all your problems: help your mother, pay for school ... What's one little egg and nine months of your life?"

The insane woman continued staring as I realized I had full control of my body again.

The words "My womb is not for rent!" exploded from my mouth, and the entire café fell silent. Everyone stared with gaping mouths.

"Oh, sure. Now you're all paying attention," I mumbled.

I turned my attention back to Ms. Nut Job and slowly stepped away, preparing to make a mad dash for my life. "I'm not interested."

"Great!" She popped up from her chair and flicked her hand in the air. "You'll get half the money now—just for showing up to the party. I mean that figuratively, by the way—'cause you're not invited to my actual party. Friends and family only. Plus a few people who won the raffle. And some clowns. And my unicorn—don't ask."

I felt my face involuntarily contort. She wasn't just disturbed, she was batshit crazy.

"Come to my house tomorrow morning, nine a.m. sharp." She began digging in her purse again. "My lawyer slash Twister coach, Rochell, will have the papers ready along with a Welcome Handbook. I suggest you read it. There will be a pop quiz, and Rochell doesn't mess around."

I stepped away from the table toward the door. "I don't know who you are, but I said no, and I meant it. Stay the hell away from me!"

That something in my gut, which had told me to run, now screamed at the top of its lungs.

I listened.

I bolted onto the bustling street filled with evening holiday shoppers making their way down the snow-covered sidewalks. But when I glanced over my shoulder, back toward the corner café with its floor-to-ceiling windows, the madwoman wasn't inside or on the street.

I stopped in my tracks and shook my head.

Had I dreamed the entire thing? Had some deranged woman dressed like pink cotton candy, using a scuba mask as a headband, just propositioned me to be the surrogate mother of her brother's baby for one million dollars?

Nooo.

I seriously needed some sleep. Or therapy.

CHAPTER 2

For the record, I've never been one to look down on a hard day's work. I come from a long line of hard workers despite my hoity-toity French last name. But truth be told, I couldn't wait for the day I'd leave behind waiting tables in exchange for a real career. My dream was going to grad school to get my master's in political science. Eventually, I wanted a PhD and to teach. Unfortunately, that dream was far off, some untouchable horizon beyond the daily grind of my current life that consisted of taking care of my sick mother during the day and working two back-to-back night shifts at Carmine's Trattoria seven days a week.

What about my dad? We didn't talk about him much, but I knew he'd studied at the same university as my mother and hadn't been ready for fatherhood. So that left us two girls and a few random cousins out West.

Mind you, I didn't complain about taking care of my mom because she was the sort of person worthy of any sacrifice—kind, generous, always finding the silver lining in everything. Still, that didn't mean our situation wasn't hard. Her condition was a medical mystery with only one real symptom: She suffered from a crippling exhaustion. She barely stayed awake long enough to get in one meal a day. And not one of the dozen or so specialists I made her see knew what caused it.

Regardless, I wasn't giving up. Even if the cards seemed stacked against us.

Case in point, this morning I'd received a call from her doctor. I wanted to get her on a new European immune-boosting drug, but found out her insurance wouldn't cover the eighty-thousand-dollar-per-year prescription. Now she'd been turned down as a candidate for FDA trials.

"Miss? May I have some more water, please?"

I glanced up from the polished cement floor I'd been staring at while deep in contemplation. Table nine.

"Right away," I replied with an apologetic smile. I trotted back to the drink station and promptly returned to fill glasses and clear away empty plates. All the while, my mind wasn't far from that one nagging question: What the hell was I going to do?

You'll figure this out, Penelope. You always do. You just need some sleep so you can think clearly.

I squared my shoulders and made my rounds, remaining cheerful for my customers. After all, they weren't at the famous Carmine's spending their hard-earned money to watch me sulk. No, they deserved all the joy they could have. Life is short.

I displayed a bottle of Chianti for uncorking to my regular at table five, and my mind drifted back to the bizarre incident at that café before my shift. Had it been real? Sure felt that way. Or maybe the sleep deprivation finally had me by the big toe.

But what if it was real? You wouldn't be the first woman on the planet to be a surrogate mother.

Then an image of the crazy redhead popped into my mind. "My womb is not for rent! Okay?" I slapped my hand over my mouth. "Sorry, Mr. Z, I have a little brain baggage today."

Mr. Z, who thankfully dined alone, smiled graciously and nodded at the bottle. I reached into the pocket of my black slacks for my corkscrew, but instead of finding the slim, plastic-covered tube, I felt paper.

"Oh. Jeez. So sorry. I must've left my corkscrew in the kitchen." I held up one finger. "Be right back." I scurried toward the kitchen, distinctly remembering having put the corkscrew in my pocket.

I smiled at the line of three chefs working their steaming skillets as I headed to my locker toward the back of the cramped kitchen. I popped open the lock and then dug through my purse. Sure enough, there it was. This particular corkscrew with a large gripper was the only professional model that didn't require me to place the bottle between my thighs. Funny to watch, yes. Professional, no. Not many diners wanted to see their wine wedged in my crotch.

Picky, picky.

I pulled the paper from my pocket to deposit it in my bag, but the moment my eyes registered what it was, my heart stopped.

Paper-clipped to a small business card was a cashier's check for five hundred thousand dollars drawn on the Bank of New York.

"Holy crap," I whispered, my hand trembling. The check seemed official enough—watermark, signature from the bank president.

But ... but ... it was just a dream, wasn't it? I stared at the card. It had the name Cimil and an address near Central Park written on the front. On the back, a handwritten note said:

9:00 a.m. sharp. Don't be late. Have garage sales to hit.

No. It most certainly hadn't been a dream.

Okay. So I get how in this situation, especially for someone with my particular set of challenges, the proper reaction might be to ignore how the check ended up in my pocket and then jump up and down in gleeful hysterics. One might even fall to his or her knees and thank the angels above for such a gift. Five hundred thousand frigging dollars. It would solve all my problems. I could go to the bank in the morning, cash the check, pay for my mother's treatment, and go to school.

But the fact was, an ugly cloud of bizarre hovered overhead along with an equally bizarre string attached to the money. And on the other end of that string was some crazy woman with a fetish for hot pink.

A baby? She really wants me to have a baby with her brother? What I couldn't figure out was why. Why would anyone believe I'd go for such an insane idea? And why would anyone think I'd make an ideal surrogate? Was it the four Big Gulp–sized cappuccinos every day? How about my addiction to mochi ice cream and sourdough bread with extra butter? Oh, I know. It must've been the four hours of sleep I got each night. Yes, I could see how anyone would want to rent my womb.

My mind raced. I felt so damned cornered. Yes, I needed the money, but I didn't want to have kids yet. Someday, yes. When I found the right man. Not now. Not like this.

That's when it hit me. Anger. How dare this strange woman ...

I glimpsed at the card. Cimil.

How dare this ... Cimil pop into my life and throw money at me. She obviously knew about my horrible situation and was taking advantage. How did she know? Good frigging question! I wasn't going to stand for it! My eggs and body weren't for sale! No way would I have a baby with some stranger and then give it away to a bunch of crazy, rich people. What sort of person would I be?

"You'd be a bad bumper sticker waiting to happen." I huffed loudly and shoved the check in my purse. After work, I would give Cimil a piece of my mind. I'd find some other way to get my mom her medicine. I could go to private organizations for funding. I'd also petition the Swedish company directly. I bet they gave away dozens of grants each year. It would take time, but with a little luck and lots of persistence, I'd find a way.

You'll figure this out, Penelope. You always do.

Chock-full o' determination and hell-bent on defending my honor, I stomped up the steps of the insanely gorgeous brownstone located in the exclusive Carnegie Hill neighborhood. Despite the late hour, salsa music and laughter poured outside through several cracked windows.

What kind of people would want to party with a depraved woman like her? I wondered.

I leaned over the side of the porch and tried to catch a peek inside through a tiny gap in the noxious pink curtains, but could only make out the shapes of a few bodies.

"Some seriously messed-up people, that's who," I mumbled to no one.

The door flew open. A very large, fierce-looking man with spiky, dark brown hair, wearing leather pants and biker boots, filled the doorway. He looked me over with a glare that could melt the half inch of snow right off my parka. Despite the death sneer, the fact that he held a baby—dressed in a girly Santa-style outfit, chewing a cracker, and slung over his hip—sort of ruined the tough guy image he was going for.

He frowned and waited for me to say something.

"Oh. Um. Is Cimil here?" I asked.

"Name?" He sounded like a soldier working a checkpoint.

"Penelope. Penelope Trudeau." I don't know why I suddenly felt guilty, like I was trying to crash the party, so I offered, "I have an appointment with her in the morning, but it can't wait."


(Continues...)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 4, 2014

    Great book

    Love this book

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  • Posted June 18, 2014

    Awesome book, has humor, handsome men & every day beautiful

    Awesome book, has humor, handsome men & every day beautiful women. This a paranormal love story. This would be for more mature people.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 14, 2014

    Love this series. No more to say.

    There is only so much I can say aboutthis author and series.. xD honestly this one was so hot and funny and just kept me on the edge of my seat the whole time. I want to be an author so when I find an author who I think is amazing I feel like mimi is tottaly going to change my writing. (Lots more cliff hangers!!!) Lmao.

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  • Posted April 17, 2014

    ' I received a complimentary copy of this book through Netgalley

    ' I received a complimentary copy of this book through Netgalley from the publisher in exchange for an honest review '

    Penelope is struggling. She's trying to find a way to pay for her mother's medical expenses. Then out of nowhere this red head ( Cimil ) pops up saying that if she becomes a surrogate for her brother she will give her a million dollars. Now while that would be the perfect solution Penelope is Angry. Her eggs and body are not for sale. Then she meets the brother and is undeniably attracted to him but he is so arrogant that she can't stand to be around him.

    Kinich ( Nick ) is against the Gods mating with Humans and making Payals. He thinks they are an abomination. He can't believe how he feels about Penelope. A human. But he knows he can never be with her because he knows he will never put her first, his duty and responsibilities as a God will always come first. So he tries to resist but it is easier said then done. But after a Maskaab attack the term Surrogate takes on a totally different meaning.


    My opinion: I don't know how many ways I can say that I LOVE this series. I am never disappointed. Kinich is an arrogant jerk of a God when it comes to females, well human females. He is fascinated by Vampires ( which is ironic, you really have to read the book to find out why ). And as much as he tries he can't resist Penelope. Cimil is once again up to no good or is it really good? It's so hard to tell with Cimil, she is so devious. You can't help but love her. lol. Penelope has enough worries trying to figure out how to pay for her mother's medical expenses to deal with a crazy woman. And Cimil really is crazy or so it seems. Not only does she have to deal with this arrogant man who won't leave her alone it turns out he's a god and he has a major problem with the fact that he thinks she is a Payal. I love the women that turn out to be the mates to these male Gods. Penelope is kick ass in her own way and she's not going to take Kinich's crap. This one can be read as a stand alone although you really do want to read the rest of the series so that you are not lost when it comes to some of the other characters. I highly recommend reading!

    ' Read and Reviewed by LSK Sweetheart Reviews '

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  • Posted March 9, 2014

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    Reviewed by Crystal Book purchased by the reviewer for pleasure

    Reviewed by Crystal
    Book purchased by the reviewer for pleasure
    Review originally posted at Romancing the Book

    This series just keeps getting better and better.

    Every time I read one of these books in the series I think it is the best one. I get proven wrong by each one. They just keep getting better and better. If you love mystical beings and the paranormal then you just need to get all three books and read them one after the other.

    Penelope is a woman that works herself to the bone just to take care of her mother. She has turned down plenty of offers for colleges because she wants to be there for her mother and find a cure that will help her get better. You get to know how strong and loving she can be.

    Kinich is the Sun God and nothing comes before his job — saving human kind. He balks at falling for any woman and wants Gods to pass a law so that Gods can’t have babies outside their race. Here comes his sister Cimal to the rescue.

    When you have a book that has gods, angels, vampires, and vikings just to name a few you know that the book has got to be amazing. I love the story line of each and every book and their characters. You just never know what will happen next. Just when you think you know what will happen or how something will end. You are proved wrong. I love stories that are this exciting.

    I want to read the next book in the series so bad. I hope I can handle the wait. It just seems that I get deeper and deeper into this series. Just wonder how the author comes up with all this. Since I am still in shock after reading this book, I just don’t know what to say.

    I recommend this book to every single person. I don’t believe you will be disappointed.

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  • Posted March 7, 2014

    I Also Recommend:

    The third book in the Accidentally Yours series is a thrilling p

    The third book in the Accidentally Yours series is a thrilling paranormal romance.  I really enjoyed this book and the world of mythological gods that the author has created, it has its unique twists, lots of fun snarky dialogue and some surprises that the reader doesn’t see coming.  

    See my full review at: Paranormal Haven .com

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 4, 2013

    Good book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 16, 2013

    Woot woot

    Not a dull momment!!! So freaking funny from beginning to the end with love and a lot of action. A must read!!! :):):)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 17, 2013

    OK but...

    I enjoyed this but I REALLY hate when a 'To Be Continued' book isn't disclosed up front.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 11, 2013

    Loved it

    This series keeps getting better

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  • Posted April 30, 2013

    Mimi Jean is an absolute doll and wonderful author!  Buy this se

    Mimi Jean is an absolute doll and wonderful author!  Buy this series it will not disappoint.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 31, 2013

    Yolo

    That means you only live once for you non wiz kahlifa lisiners

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  • Posted March 25, 2013

    It was an okay read but my review disclaimer is that books that

    It was an okay read but my review disclaimer is that books that end with cliffhangers receive an auto star reduction because they contain an incomplete story. I don't require a HEA and will settle for a HFN. But cliffhangers??? They just suck the interest right out of a story (series) for me. 




    This story was chock full of characters with diverse personality traits. Good in one respect because it kept the story interesting but bad in that it got overwhelming at times with all the people popping in throughout the story. I understand that they were essential to the plot but the story took on a chaotic dimension because of it. The subplots were complex but frustrating, especially as I reached the end of the story and spied no resolution because of the dreaded cliffhanger. And although the story was funny at times, there were many times when the humor felt contrived ("Grack" was one such instance and Cimil's almost excessive hijinks was another). The all-too-prevalent sarcastic quips, retorts, and banal humor ceased having entertainment value after a while. 




    All in all Sun God Seeks...Surrogate? wasn't a bad story...I just gained more enjoyment from the first two books in the series. I'm crossing my fingers that the next book will feel a bit more fluid and answer some of the unanswered questions that remained in this one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 9, 2013

    Cliffhanger is killing me!!

    OMG...how can I wait for the next book? Love the characters and storyline. Really dying to see where if goes.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 9, 2013

    Awesome

    Funny and enchanting could not put down.

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