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  “Tomorrow?” I kiss him hard. “My mother will be upset if I leave early.”

  “I will be more upset if we’re not alone, Tassie.” He nuzzles my neck. “I can’t wait any more. I need to be with you.”

  That’s the other truth I came to fully understand this week. Hunter told me more about how mean I was to him when we were little. He’d try to talk to me, but I’d only roll my eyes or tell him he wasn’t as smart as me. Honestly, now looking back, I really was a huge heartless demagogue. It makes sense that he bit back. Underneath it all, however, I feel like we didn’t let it go because we preferred to have a bad relationship than no relationship at all. Then we got smart and grew the hell up.

  Hunter suddenly looks at me and sticks out his lower lip, making it quiver. His blue eyes go all round and saucerlike. “Paweez, Tassie?”

  “Oh, hell. Not the puppy face. You know what that does to me.” I can’t help cracking up.

  Hunter keeps it up.

  “Okay,” I say. “Let’s leave at six a.m.? That’ll give us almost three whole days before Elle or your roommates come back.”

  He kisses me again, gripping me tightly with his strong hands. “It’s not enough, but I’ll take it.”

  So will I. And I think this weekend is a good time to tell him that I’ve thought it over and have decided that I definitely exhibit the classic signs of being in love. Heart patters, inability to imagine a future where he’s not in it, and an insatiable urge to make him mine forever. Plus sex. I really want to fuck him again. Like dirty, nasty, animal sex. Yup.

  He deepens the kiss, making me want so much more. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to get through classes now. I’ll only be thinking of him.

  “Tassie!” screams a tiny sobbing voice.

  Both Hunter and I turn to see Elle coming from her Nissan.

  “Elle?” I let go of Hunter and rush over to meet her. “What happened?” I know it has to be bad, and it has to be her mother. Why else would she be here?

  “I can’t do it anymore, Tassie.” She throws her arms around me and sobs. “I can’t.” She drops to her knees, and I hold her but look up at Hunter, who’s completely lost. He doesn’t have a clue what to do either.

  I stroke the back of her head. “What happened, Elle? Tell me?”

  She just cries in my arms.

  TO BE CONTINUED…

  AUTHOR’S RAMBLE

  Hey There!

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  As for The Ohellno Series, Elle and Henry come next!

  OH, HENRY

  Book #2, The OHELLNO Series

  Henry Walton has been called many things throughout his life—fatty, bathtub, tree trunk, moose, walrus, lardo—you name it. But at over six foot five and weighing two hundred and eighty pounds, Henry is now solid muscle and the hottest defensive end in the NFL college draft. This is the moment he’s been waiting for: fame, money, women, and glory. Okay, there’s also a ten-million-dollar contract in it for him.

  There’s just one teeny tiny problem: He can’t quite get over being dumped by the coldhearted shrew with thick glasses and a genius IQ he dated for a mere few weeks. Elle.

  God, he so hates her and that stupid little squeaky laugh—a laugh that sounds like music to his ears and sweet, sweet victory to his career. Because for those two perfect weeks, his game was perfect. And now that she refuses to talk to him, everything is falling down the crapper.

  Call him superstitious, but he’s got to get her back. Even if she’s the last girl he really wants and she hates his guts.

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  In any case, I hope you enjoyed the story. I will tell you this: while I never dated a football player, I certainly hated them. High school jocks definitely left a mark on me—they’re idiots! But later in life, as I began to confront more and more of my biases, everything I detested was up for hole-poking.

  Anyway, this book comes from my heart. A statement about what makes us all worth our weight in gold: The willingness to love those who are different than ourselves.

  But it’s not enough to feel it; we have to take steps to reach out and show what’s in our hearts. Because, and trust me on this, they don’t know. The people we’re separated from, who live in worlds different than our own, they don’t know we’re here caring unless we show them.

  Every opportunity you get to reach out—one human being to another—is an opportunity for you to change the landscape of this world.

  In closing, I’ll tell you that had I not taken off my blinders, I would not have found the love of my life and married him.

  Love,

  Mimi

  MIMI’S PLAY LIST

  (Yup! These are the tunes I wrote the story to if you enjoy a little mood music with your books like I do!)

  “Young Blood” by Bea Miller

  “Riptide” by Vance Joy

  “Heart It Races” by Dr. Dog

  “Like I’m Gonna Lose You” by Jasmine Thompson

  “Dream” by Priscilla Ahn

  “I’ll Keep You Safe” by Sleeping At Last

  “Running Back to You” (feat. Allison Weiss) by For The Foxes

  “Peaches” by In The Valley Below

  “Roses” (feat. Rozes) by The Chainsmokers

  “40 Day Dream” by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros

  “I Turn My Camera On” by Spoon

  “Someone New” by Hozier

  “Dug My Heart” by Børns

  “Hang Me Up to Dry” by Cold War Kids

  “Fire And The Flood” by Vance Joy

  “Help I’m Alive” by Metric

  “Gold Guns Girls” by Metric

  “Blindness” by Metric

  “Beautiful Thing” by Grace VanderWaal

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  A big OH HELL YEAH! to all the folks who stepped up to the plate and took time out of their busy days to read and provide word coaching (sports talk!): Kylie, Dalitza, Ally, and Naughty Nana. Another cheer goes out to Sarah and Ashlee for using their young brains to sanity check the opening chapter.

  And, as always, my gratitude goes out to the wonderful professionals who help get this book all shiny and sparkly for the world: Latoya, Pauline, Su (looooove this cover, woman!) and Paul.

  Thank you!

  Mimi

  COMING SOON!

  Sail the high seas with a dashingly wicked pirate.

  Be swept off your feet by a ruggedly handsome cowboy.

  Hike through a dangerous jungle in search of ancient treasures.

  AT ROOK’S ISLAND, YOUR FANTASY IS OUR BUSINESS…

  Located near the Bermuda Triangle, some believe that Mr. Rook’s Island is an urban legend. However, their exclusive clientele will say it’s a paradise worth every penny. Because for a small fortune, they’ll make your wildest fantasies come to life.

  But Stephanie Fitzgerald doesn’t care about fairytales or romantic picnics. She only wants to find her sister, who never returned from her exotic vacation.

  To get answers, Stephanie will have to impersonate a guest and get close to the island’s mysterious owner, the handsome Mr. Rook. But he’s not about to give away the island’s secrets. And Stephanie is about to discover that paradise has a dark side.

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  San Francisco native 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 t
hat 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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