Spotlight & Giveaway: Two Sticky Nuts by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome author Mimi Jean Pamfiloff to HJ!

Hi Mimi Jean and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, Two Sticky Nuts!

 
Hi! Thank you for having me!
 

Please summarize the book for the readers here:

When Mila heads to Jamaica with her BFF, Mila is quickly ditched for a hot waiter. That wouldn’t be so bad, but she also discovers she’s staying at a family resort. No single men? Say what?
All seems lost until the most gorgeous guy she’s ever seen floats up from the beach and starts a conversation. It’s love at first sight!
But Carter, the man she thinks is Mr. Right, has a very SEXY SECRET!
What is it? She’ll find out as soon as she gets home.
 

Please share your favorite line(s) or quote from this book:

“I feel the overwhelming urge to fall in love with you.” He presses his hand to my cheek.

Please share a few Fun facts about this book…

• While this book may appear your standard rom-com trope, I guarantee it’s not! This is a corny, wacky, romance with several huge surprises. I won’t spoil the fun, but buckle in for some giggles and “What just happened?” moments!
• Oh, man. I can’t share the inspiration because it’s a huge spoiler for the big surprise. BUT! I will say this: I definitely relate to my heroine who never seems to be able to get off the hamster wheel and take a break. Someone take me to Jamaica! I promise I’ll behave. Haha…
• Other funny story: I had the bright idea of giving away green coconuts to a few lucky readers, which I planned to sign. So I ordered a case from Florida. Horrible idea. LOL. Most didn’t have liquid or they were rotten. Not exactly the way excite a prize winner.
• I had to go to my old standby—signed paperbacks, totes, and mugs. Check out my Facebook page if you want in.

What first attracts your Hero to the Heroine and vice versa?

LOL! Another spoiler. Let’s see if I can dance around this one?
When the hero first meets Mila, he’s first attracted to her compassion and empathy. Of course, he doesn’t know she’s faking it. In her defense, though, she has a VERY GOOD reason.
As for our hero, Mila is first attracted to his loyalty and confidence. He’s exactly her type! Except for one teeny thing…

Did any scene have you blushing, crying or laughing while writing it? And Why?

This is so hard! The funniest scene cannot be shared because it’s just too naughty. Let’s go with this one! It’s when Mila (our heroine) and her BFF (Sofie) are discussing their private parts.

“Blah.” She makes a sour face. “I’ve seen your pussy. It looks like an orange tumbleweed in a bad Western. So not my thing.”
“Holy shit, girl. Did you just bush-shame me?”
She nods with puckered lips, attempting not to crack up. “Yes. I did. No one should have a bush that big.”
“Oh, I’ll have you know that the bush is back. Men like to know they’re with a woman, not a Barbie doll.”
Sofie whips the towel off her body, exposing her full nakedness, including her hairless cooter. “Does this look like a nipple-less, crotchless piece of plastic?” She points to a rash on her inner thigh. “Just check out this stubble burn Romeo gave me. Barbies don’t have those.”
“Ohmygod!” I turn my head. “Put that shit away, you damned nudist sex fiend!”
She laughs. “Yeah, that’s right, Mila. Never go up against me in the one-up-womanship game. Sofie always wins.”
“Fuck off.” I laugh. “And go put some cream on your Barbie pussy. You’re so gross.”
She struts off to the bathroom. “And you’re jealous.”
“Sometimes, but not of your battered bald eagle.” Poor thing has a rough life. “As soon as we get home, I’m scheduling PTSD therapy for it.”

Readers should read this book….

If they want a FUN, CRAZY beach read with absolutely nothing predictable.
 

What are you currently working on? What other releases do you have in the works?

I’m working on VAMPIRE IN THE JUNGLE (Immortal Tailor #2). It’s about the last living vampire who is hiding in the jungle (as the title points out). Our fearless tailor must find him and convince him to re-enter society. This should be interesting!
 

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Excerpt from Two Sticky Nuts:

I look away, but then my mind registers something. Oh crap! That man is hawt!
My eyes snap back to his glistening tan chest and rippling abs that remind me of a tray of White Castle sliders. His arms are strong, and his thighs are tight, but it’s his face that really has me glued to the scene. Because he can’t be real. Only in the movies.
His tanned face has these incredible cheekbones and a well-defined jaw. His nose is straight, and his lips are sensually full, like two perfectly shaped apple wedges. Even his chin is perfect with a little dip.
He almost reminds me of Channing Tatum. Wait. No. A dark-haired Hemsworth brother? No. Not that either. He reminds me of someone. Every man I’ve ever fantasized over while using Mr. Hot Pink Orgasm Stick, all combined into this perfect amalgamation of hotness.
My brain is firing off all kinds of signals, attempting to make sense of him. Why is my body reacting like this? I mean, yes, I know why he’s stirring me up inside. Hawt. But why him? Why like this? I’ve seen good-looking men before, but not once did I get all these flutters in my stomach and twitchiness in my labia.
Oh shit. He’s coming straight toward me.
I try to play it cool and start messing with my sunscreen bottle, unscrewing the cap. I expect him to walk by and head into the restaurant and bar area, but then I hear a deep, silky voice that makes my ovaries crack with bolts of electricity like two tiny Frankenstein monsters. They’re alive!
“That chair taken?” he asks.
Swallowing down the accumulating drool in my mouth, I slowly look up, trying not to show how incredibly horny I’ve just become. “Oh, uh… My friend was going to use it, but I think she’s a no-show. Go right ahead.”
“You sure?”
Sit. Your. Fine. Ass. Down. Or I’ll hurt you. “Yep. Sure.”
“Thanks.” He sits, and I notice he’s carrying a backpack packed with stuff. He slides it off his shoulder, setting it on the ground, and pulls out two coconuts. He sets them next to him on the lounge chair, and then he removes an expensive-looking camera—the type with a fat, long lens. “I know my sunscreen is in here somewhere.”
Meanwhile, I’m still trying to stay calm and failing hard. I’m panting, my skin is flushed, and there’s a puddle forming under my ass on the lounge chair. Could be vaginal fluid, could be excitement pee, or could be sweat. Who knows?
“Damn. I musta left it somewhere.” He pulls out a bottle of water and his towel, but returns the camera into the backpack, followed by the coconuts.
“You ca-can use mine,” I stutter and hand him my bottle of organic, fragrance-free, hypoallergenic, water-based thirty block.
“Thanks.” He takes the bottle and inspects it.
“I have sensitive skin,” I explain and point to my head. “Comes with the DNA package. Red hair.”
He shrugs, removes his sunglasses, and puts a glob in his hands. He rubs it on his humpable face.
“What are those for?” I ask to distract myself from the scene playing out in my head: me actually riding his humpable face. I think I just discovered that I like a man with big coconuts.
He looks up, meeting my eyes.
Oh no. Blue? I’m a sucker for sky-blue, Bradley Cooper eyes. And now that I’m really up close, this guy’s hair is a mixture of chestnut with streaks of gold, like he spends a lot of time outdoors.
“You mean these?” He points to his coconuts now snuggled inside his unzipped bag.
I nod.
“I guess it does look a little strange—a guy just carrying around coconuts in his backpack.”
Dude? You are fine as hell. You can carry elephant turds, human heads, or bottles of your own spit. Wouldn’t make one fuck of a difference to me. “I was just curious if you were going to make a drink with them or eat them.”

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Book Info:

(NOTE: Standalone)
From New York Times bestseller Mimi Jean Pamfiloff comes a sassy, raunchy Rom-Com that’s sugary sweet, Two Sticky Nuts.

How far would you go for your possible Mr. Right?

I’m all in for a trip to Jamaica with my best friend, Sofie—sunshine, fruity cocktails, hot men. Yes, please! But when Sofie takes off with a sexy waiter, I’m stuck all alone. At what turns out to be a family resort. Where are the single men?

I’m ready to head home early when I spot an Adonis coming from the beach. Ohmygod. Are those abs real? Did he just sit next to me?

Turns out, Carter’s smart, adventurous, and makes indie films. We spend two amazing days together as he scouts locations around the island. And though we don’t hook up, our chemistry’s on fire! Quivers. Goosebumps. Fire!

Before he leaves, we trade numbers since he’s always passing through Dallas, where I live, and I can’t wait to see him again.

Until…

I get home.

And show a coworker my vacation pics.

And she recognizes Carter.

Gasp! Carter failed to mention his side gig, and let’s just say Mamma wouldn’t approve. I really want to give this guy a shot, but can I get past this?

Answer: I just might have to join him to find out.
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Meet the Author:

MIMI JEAN PAMFILOFF is a New York Times bestselling author who writes insane plot twists that will have you burning through the pages. Whether it’s Romance, Suspense/Thriller, or Fantasy, there are always big heroes to root for, smart and resourceful heroines, and a ton of heart pumping excitement in every story.

Mimi lives with her extremely patient husband (“Be right there! Just one more page, honey!”), two pirates-in-training (their boys), and their three spunky dragons (really, just very tiny dogs with big attitudes) Snowy, Mini, and Mack, in the vampire-unfriendly state of Arizona.
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