by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
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Published by Inc. on August 24th 2015
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Source: Tasty Book Tours
Seven days to go from lethal immortal assassin to Prince Charming? Not likely.
Demigod Andrus Gray may look like every woman’s dream, but when it comes to charm, he sees no point pretending: He has none and makes no apologies for it. Behaving nicely hasn’t made him the deadly assassin he is today. But is that really the reason he’s still single?
The Goddess Cimil—owner of Immortal Matchmakers, Inc.—thinks yes. So when she foresees a mate in Andrus’s near future, she’s determined to make the match happen. That means hiring aspiring actress Sadie Townsend to help the barbarian “act” a little more civilized.
But are seven days really enough? And why does the idea of seeing Sadie everyday excite him more than meeting his mate?
Commotion erupted in the restaurant, snapping Sadie back into awareness that she was lying on the restaurant floor underneath this large man, who was actually assaulting her.
“You think you can take me down with a little knife?” he snarled.
“Dammit, Andrus. You barbaric asshole,” barked the man’s date, “she was not trying to attack you, she was trying to serve you meat.”
A moment passed as the man stared into her eyes, still lying right on top of her, his cock nestled right up against her crotch. She felt his heart pounding away in his chest, the rhythm strangely matching her own frantic beats, like two war drums pounding together.
Ohmygod. What am I doing enjoying this?
You are not. You’re offended!
Yes. I am.
His eyes moved to her lips and then a cocky, devious smile worked onto his mouth. “Whoops. Guess I overreacted,” he said in a slow, deep unabashed voice.
He thought this was funny? He’d knocked the wind out of her and everyone was staring while she’d experienced an embarrassingly erotic moment that proved she was nuts or completely hard up for a man. Or into having public sex.
“Fucking asshole,” she snarled, catching her air, “get off.”
A wicked little smile flickered across his lips. “Perhaps later,” he whispered. “At present, I’m on a date.”