Release Blast - Its A Fugly Life By Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
HE’S
PERFECT FOR HER IN EVERY WAY,
EXCEPT FOR ONE SMALL ISSUE.
HE’S TOO LATE.
IT'S A FUGLY LIFE
Fugly #2
Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
Releasing Oct 11th, 2016
From New York Times Bestseller Mimi
Jean Pamfiloff, Comes a New Standalone Contemporary Romance.
HE’S
PERFECT FOR HER IN EVERY WAY, EXCEPT FOR ONE SMALL ISSUE. HE’S TOO LATE.
My name is Lily Snow. And I was once
the kind of ugly that turned heads and made people stare. The worst part was
how I let it ruin my life and destroy my relationship with the love of my
life—Maxwell Cole, one of the sexiest, wealthiest, enigmatic men on the planet.
All because I felt ugly and certainly not good enough for a man’s love.
But not anymore.
One car wreck, three reconstructive
surgeries, and some unexpected money have changed my life.
I’ve started my own company, I’ve
finally learned to like myself—not love, but like (hey, it’s a journey)—and
I’ve met a wonderful new man who’s helped me put Max in the past where he
belongs.
There’s only one problem: After six
long months, Maxwell Cole is back, asking for the one thing I can’t give him.
And he’s not taking no for an answer.
NOTE: This is a continuation of the
story FUGLY, but is a standalone.
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Excerpt
“So you said yes.” I could practically see the steam rising off
the top of Max’s head of messy brown hair. Perfectly messy, of course, because
Max demanded perfection in everything he did.
“No.” I had needed time to think. “But I will. Tonight.”
A long moment passed while Max stared into my eyes. “Then you
have to wait.”
“Why would I do that?” Patricio loved me. I loved Patricio. No,
as I explained, it wasn’t the same type of love I once had with Max, but for as
long as I breathed, I would never love anyone like that. But that was because
the evolution of our relationship had been unlike anything else. Like many
women, I first thought of Max as the indescribably sexy and driven man who
appeared in all of those steamy ads for his company. Naked. Hand covering the
goods. Ripped from head to toe. Words could not describe how much I worshipped
him. Then we’d met when I interviewed for a sales position at his company, and
I caught a glimpse of his ugly side. I hated the man. I hated how he looked at
me, I hated looking at him, and I hated how he made me feel like the ugliest
creature on the planet. Then he made me an offer I couldn’t refuse and talked
me into working for him. After that, we started to really see each other and
ourselves for who we were.
I fell hard for him.
But Max and I had ended in self-destruction. Me with my ugly
problems and him with his. Oh yes, that man had issues. Big, scary issues with
fangs and wiry hair and an ice pick. We were so tainted by our fucking hang-ups
that we were bound to end in a blazing fire of hurt. That had been the one sane
thought I’d clung to these past six months: we were bad for each other, and it
never would’ve worked. It didn’t matter how much I loved him or he loved me.
“You owe me, Lily.” Max’s nostrils flared a bit.
I frowned. “I owe you what?”
“You took everything from me—my company, my sanity, and my peace
of mind.”
Whoa. “According to you—two seconds ago—you didn’t want your
company anymore, and before I came along, you were a slave to your…secret,” I
whispered that last word. I don’t know why exactly, since it wasn’t a secret
anymore. Max’s perfection-obsessed mother had psychologically abused him and
his older sister, causing him to believe that anything unaesthetically pleasing
was a cancer. His secret disorder was called cacophobia. He would experience
extreme anxiety at the sight of ugliness. It sounded kind of funny until you
were at the receiving end of that disgust or understood how hard it had made
his life. His own sister had disowned them all, likely to save herself. Last
I’d heard, Max was trying to find her.
As for his disorder? I had been Max’s antidote. His
desensitization therapy. Which was why he’d hired me. Okay—it was part of the
reason. He believed in me and wanted to help me find my confidence. And while
my outsides made him break out in a cold sweat, he found my insides irresistible.
He eventually overcame his aversion, and we shared a few days of magic. Bliss.
Heaven. Yes, for a few short moments we both believed we’d had a future
together, without our uglies.
We’d been wrong.
“Lily.” He gripped my shoulders. “We both know where this will
go. Why make us suffer any more than we already have?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“I love you. More than anything, and I know you feel the same.
So why put yourself or Patricio through any unnecessary turmoil?”
I felt enraged by his presumptive nature. He didn’t own me. He
knew nothing about what I’d been through. There was no way in hell I’d risk
getting hurt like that again by him. Nope. Nuh-uh. I’d rather have a do-over of
my face getting mangled—it would hurt less.
“I think you’re going to have to accept the truth, Max. We. Are.
Over. I am marrying Patricio.”
“No. You won’t.”
“Says who?” I asked.
“Me.”
I laughed.
He squeezed my shoulders firmly. “I know you, Lily. I know the
smell of your darkest fears and the sound of your happiest laugh. I know how
your heart beats faster when I kiss that little spot at the base of your neck.”
He leaned down to whisper in my ear, “And I know how your pussy feels when you
can’t get enough of my hard cock.”
I jerked back and stared into his hazel eyes, unable to deny a
single shocking word. “Your point?”
He slid his hand behind the back of my head and kissed me hard.
His lips were punishing. His tongue was hot. His body told me he was ready for
war and taking no prisoners.
Goddammit! I missed his soft lips. They felt like perfection
against my mouth.
He pulled back, leaving me breathless. “My point, Lily, is that
I own you. Not because I’m a possessive asshole, but because you already gave
yourself to me.”
He was overlooking how he’d turned me away when I groveled at
his perfect feet and begged for forgiveness. I have suffered and suffered and
suffered some more. I’m done suffering. I was not about to invite that horrific
breed of vulnerability into my life. Never again.
I walked out of the back room and weaved my way between my
display tables to the front door.
Max followed closely behind. “Where do you think you’re going?”
I pushed the door open and stepped to the side. “This is the
only thing I’ve got to offer, Max. The exit. And don’t come back.”
He smiled, walked straight for me, and stopped with less than a
foot between us. “You’re mine, Lily, and you can pretend otherwise, but it
won’t change the fact: Patricio doesn’t love you like I do and he never will.”
I held up my left hand to show my engagement ring. “He says
otherwise. And so do I.”
Max shook his head. “Marketing, Lily. It’s all about marketing.”
He turned and left, leaving my mind to wonder what he’d meant.
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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 corporate world, she believes that
it’s never too late to come out of the romance closet and follow your dream.
Mimi
lives with her Latin Lover hubby, two pirates-in-training (their boys), and the
rat terrier duo, Snowflake and Mini Me, in Arizona. She hopes to make you laugh
when you need it most and continues to pray daily that leather pants will make
a big comeback for men
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