Excerpt:
Darkness
was the one thing in this world I didn’t care for—probably because I felt most
comfortable with facts. Seeing objects equated seeing facts. There is the
floor. There is the couch. Facts.
Guessing
where things were—I think the leg of this table is around here
somewhere—ouch!—was inefficient, useless. It was why nightlights were invented.
So
when I entered John Doe’s dark room, the first thing I wanted was to bring in
some light.
“Mr.
Doe?” I said to the dark figure seated in the corner of the small room, staring
at me like an eerie scarecrow waiting to frighten the shit out of anything that
crossed its path. “My name is Dr. Valentine. I’m the new director. May I turn
on the lights so we can discuss the reason you are here?”
“I
asked not to be disturbed.” The man’s deep, masculine voice felt like a cold,
chilling slap. Yet strangely, it was also…Well, I didn’t know really. Hypnotic,
perhaps.
I
squinted, my eyes straining to see his face but only able to make out his
silhouette—broad shoulders, short hair, and fit-looking arms from the shadows
of biceps I was able to spot.
“That’s
exactly why we need to talk,” I said. “It’s come to my attention that you are
not here to seek therapy—”
“Leave.”
My
mouth flapped for a moment. “I’m sorry, but did you—”
“I
said leave,” he growled.
Sadly
for him, intimidation didn’t work on me. Not that I was stupid and wouldn’t get
out of harm’s way. The question was, did he intend to harm me?
“And
if I don’t?” I asked, testing the waters. His response would tell me everything
I needed to know. Reading people’s internal emotional state was another gift of
mine.
I
waited for a reply.
And
then I waited some more.
He’s
not going to answer me. Fine. This was silly and a completely unproductive use
of my time. I would just have to see him with my own two eyes. My gift would do
the rest.
“Okay.
These lights are going—” I flipped the switch, and the moment my eyes met his,
I was hit by a hard wave of…
“Holy
fuck,” I gasped.
I
flipped off the lights, turned, and left the room. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What was
that?
BLURB:
From
New York Times Bestseller Mimi Jean Pamfiloff, Comes the New Standalone Story
of Mack, a Continuation of the King Trilogy
“THEY THINK KING IS EVIL, BUT HE’S GOT
NOTHING ON ME.” - Mack
MY
NAME IS MACK. And if I play my cards right, I will soon be dead. Permanently.
Not even my powerful twin brother will be able to resurrect me. A good thing.
Because a man like me has no business living. Not when I have killed. Not when
I have betrayed everyone I have ever cared for. Not when I know I’m destined to
do it again.
This
is why I have come looking for her—the only one capable of ending me once and
for all. But will she think I’m just another insane patient? Or will she
believe the truth? I am thousands of years old, my heart too dark to be
salvaged.
MY
NAME IS TEDDI, short for Theodora. My entire life has been a canvas of grays,
whites, and black. I can’t feel, I can’t understand joy, I’ve never truly
lived. Until now. His name is Mack, and though he believes he’s cursed, my
degree in psychology tells me otherwise. Besides, someone who’s capable of
bringing so much light into my life can’t be anything but good.
But
I can save him. If he’ll let me.
(STANDALONE
STORY – BASED ON THE USA TODAY BESTSELLING KING TRILOGY)
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Mimi
Jean Pamfiloff is a New York Times & USA Today best-selling author of
Paranormal and Contemporary Romance. Her books have been #1 genre sellers
around the world. Both traditionally and independently published, Mimi has sold
over 600,000 books since publishing her first title in 2012, and she plans to
spontaneously combust once she hits the one million mark. Although she obtained
her international MBA and worked for over 15 years in the corporate world, she
believes that it’s never too late to come out of the romance closet and follow
your dream.
When
not screaming at her computer or hosting her very inappropriate radio show (Man
Candy Show on Radioslot.com), Mimi spends time with her two pirates in
training, her loco-for-the-chili-pepper hubby, and her two rat terriers, DJ
Princess Snowflake and Mini Me, in the San Francisco Bay Area.
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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