Just Mr. Love – Revoluvtion Read Online Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 53529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
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(NOTE: Reading book 1 isn’t required, but this is a series. Fun, new drama in every book!)

From bestseller Mimi Jean Pamfiloff comes a semi-raunchy Rom-Com with a dash of the impossible and a whole lotta dirty language, Just Mr. Love.

Is he a love machine or a weapon of mass destruction?
My name is Huff, and I used to be a wimpy nerd, but after an unfortunate event, I now have the strength of a hundred men along with other interesting abilities. Even my, eh-hem, man part is pretty special—a recent discovery. “I can’t believe it can do that!”
No one knows exactly how this happened, but now I have enemies. Some want to reverse engineer me, and others want me dead.
The only thing keeping me from losing my sh*t is River, the girl I’ve loved since the second grade. I’d do anything for her. Anything.
But every time we try to move out of the friend zone, something gets in the way. This time, that something is me.
I just might be deadly in bed.

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CHAPTER ONE

“You went to River’s bedroom? You let her see you!” my brother, Kyle, yells over the phone as I pace the weathered dock behind my house. Location undisclosed.

All right. Fine. I’m in Mexico at a secluded lake near the border of Belize. They say the gods once lived here, but I’m no god. It’s where I’ve been hiding out the past seven months.

I keep my head down, I have my groceries delivered to my front porch each week, and I mostly stay on the property. There are a few small hotels and eco-resorts near here, but for the most part, the people who come to swim or fish on the lake are locals. Chances are slim they’ve become obsessed with me, like people in the US. Still, when I go outside, I wear sunglasses and a hat.

Why? Because the whole world thinks I’m dead, not to mention one hell of a special guy.

Just who am I? I used to be a shy, wimpy nerd. But today? Well, it’s complicated.

My real name is Hudson Ulysses Ferris, but my friends and family call me Huff. Others know me as Mr. Ultra Mega Love, who tragically “perished” seven months ago due to heart failure.

Nope. Not dead.

Pfft. It was a lame nickname anyway. What’s even lamer is that they all thought I was a real-life superhero. One brave act and society labels you.

“What the hell were you thinking, Huff?” Kyle snaps.

“I know. I fucked up.” I brush back my shaggy hair. I can’t really go into town to cut it, so it’s clippers. Grow out. Clippers. Grow out. Right now, I look like a surfer dude due to my sun-bleached hair past my ears, though I’m anything but laid-back.

“I screwed up,” I admit to my big brother. “I never should’ve gone to see her.”

“No shit,” he barks. “Do you have any idea of the crap I’ve gone through to make the world believe you’re dead? Not to mention the guilt I put up with from Mom and Dad? They won’t stop hounding me to arrange a visit. They have no fucking clue how dangerous it would be if anyone outside our family found out you’re still alive.”

He’s right. I’d be hunted by every government and pharmaceutical company on the planet. The psycho chemist Morris, who created the drug that transformed me, was initially employed by a sports drink company called Muscle Juice Potion. MJP for short. Morris’s performance-enhancing cocktail turned out to be highly effective but with major side effects. Exploding heart, for one. But only if you stopped taking the drug cold turkey. It also made people murderously aggressive.

Anyway, a lot of athletes at my university were hooked on it and died. I was unfortunate enough to be drowned by a bunch of dickheads in a sludge pond adjacent to the MJP factory. Apparently, I gobbled down a gallon of experimental batches from Morris’s super-juice trials, plus whatever else was in that pond.

Honestly, no one knows what gave me the strength of a hundred men, the ability to travel with one thought, and the hearing of a distrusting mother. I can heal fast, too. It’s why I’m so valuable. I’d make the ideal super-soldier. Or spy, weapon, Olympic athlete—pretty much anything requiring strength. And since MJP wanted to cover their tracks and disposed of all the byproducts in that pond, no one knows what was really in it.

I don’t even think Morris, who’s been on the run for as long as I’ve been in hiding, has a clue what happened to me.

“Huff,” Kyle says, “I’m going to fix this, but you can’t pull this crap again. River thought you were dead, and as hard as that was for her to accept, she was moving on.”

“How do you know?”

“We keep in touch,” he says matter-of-factly.

“You mean you’ve been keeping tabs on her.” A flaming ball of anger flares in my stomach. When it comes to River, I’m protective to a fault.

“I keep tabs on anyone who might go snooping.”

That would be River. Like Kyle said, it wasn’t easy for her to accept my death, but eventually she did.

Or had?

Going to see her in the middle of the night probably blew it. Wasn’t the first time I’d risked it either. It’s just that sometimes I miss her more than I love her. I know it sounds messed up, but it’s the truth. If I loved her more, I wouldn’t get near her. But I did. And she saw me.

Fuck. The look in her wide brown eyes. No words, man. No words. It was pure rage plus a bunch of other crap. Like, all the pain in the world mixed with a side of, “Are you kidding me right now?” I’d popped into her room, thinking she’d be in bed asleep, when she walked in the door, flipped on the lights, and literally said, “Fucking Huff. You’re alive. I knew it!”


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