Oh Henry

Ohellno Series

by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Publication Date: August 25, 2017

Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romantic Comedy

SHE'S GOT ME BY THE FOOTBALLS...

My name is Henry Walton, and though I've been called many things throughout my life-- tree trunk, moose, walrus-- I am now six foot five, solid muscle, and the hottest defensive end in the NFL college draft. This is the moment I've been waiting for: fame, women, and glory. Just one problem: I'm suddenly in a bad slump. And it started the moment I got dumped by Elle, the nerdy goddess with thick glasses, a smokin' hot body, and a genius IQ. So what gives? We only dated for a few weeks, and it's not like I've missed her. (Much.) Regardless, all the facts point to one conclusion. Elle is my lucky nerd-charm. Call me superstitious, but I have to get her back before I lose everything. Even if she's the last girl I should want and she now hates my guts.

PROLOGUE

HENRY

Austin, Texas. Alpha Phi Frat House.

“Sorry, Henry, but I don’t owe you an explanation. It’s over, and that’s all there is to it.” Elle’s

big brown eyes show zero emotion, so I put on my game face. I’ve never been chucked like this.

Never. Because I’m fucking Henry Walton, one of four heirs to the Walton oil fortune, famously

handsome, and the most anticipated NFL college draft pick since that asshole who got signed

with the Steelers.

Elle’s giant brain must be broken.

Standing in the doorway of our two-story, Southern-charmer of a frat house, I step

outside in my Pirates PJs bottoms onto the porch. I carefully close the door so the guys inside,

who are fellow Pirates, don’t overhear. They’d never let this go. Football players live to fuck

with each other.

“You—you’re rejecting me?” I point to my bare chest, snarling down at her little round

face. Sure, she’s got a genius IQ and is the likeliest person to build a tele-transporter or some

geeky Star Trek shit like that, but I’m what the ladies call a bona fide catch. Six-five, two

hundred and eighty pounds of pure muscle pleasure, orgasm philanthropist, future football Hall

of Famer, and—fucking bonus point—I’m an all-around fun guy. Elle can’t deny it. My ability to

turn her frowns into smiles is irrefutable. It’s the reason she bought that raffle ticket, the prize

being a date with me, during our fraternity fundraiser. It’s the reason she said she wanted me

to show her a good time after she won. Which I did. Several “good times” in one night and

about fifty more “Oh, Henrys!” since then.

So why is she dumping me? Not that we were official. But, dammit all to hell, I like her. I

really fucking like her. Normally, I don’t go nerd, but Elle suckered me with her cute little gap-

toothed smile and spunky personality. Okay, and she’s a blonde, which I like, and she has nice

jugs.

I swallow down a tangled mess in my throat. “Fine. Plenty of fish in the sea. I’m cool

with that.”

“Errr…you don’t look cool. Do you need to sit?”

“Just a hangover,” I lie. “Big party last night.” Actually, I can’t remember what I did. I

can’t think straight.

Elle touches my arm, pity written all over her face. “Henry, we were never really going

to work out. Even you had to know that.”

I slowly remove her hand. “Never gave it much thought.” Too busy living the dream and

all that.

She shoves her petite hands into her pink overalls. “Well, I need more than a hot guy

with big muscles. I need…” She blows out a long breath. “I need a man. One who will be there

when things get difficult. One who’s had to deal with the real world. You only know screwing

and football, and I respect that. I might even be jealous. But there is no universe in which your

interests and mine could coalesce into a symbiotic relationship outside the bedroom.”

“Who says you even symbiotified me there?” No. That’s not a real word. And we both

know I could fuck Elle all day long and never get tired of her. There’s this little squeaking thing

that she does right before she’s about to come. Adorable.

Wait. No. Fuck that. It’s annoying. Just like her shrill laugh, obsession with spy novels,

and stupid nerd jokes about black holes—“Two protons walk into a black hole, blah, blah, stupid

science punch line, blah, blah.”

Good riddance.

But as I think those words, something deep inside sets off like a grenade. Boom. I’m

pissed. I just can’t fuckin’ believe that she’s kicking my awesome ass to the curb and won’t even

tell me why. Not the real truth anyway. Because even a guy like me with only above average

intelligence can see that Elle’s little line about needing “a man” is bullshit. Men just don’t come

any manlier than me.

Elle laughs, followed by a little squeak. My eyes zero in on that gap between her teeth.

How had I thought that was hot? She looks nothing like a young Madonna.

Yeah, she looks more like Urkel. Only pale as shit with blonde pigtails and tape in the

middle of her glasses. I’m the one who actually broke them, though. I sat on them after we

screwed. She kind of got mad, and I offered to replace them ten times, but she just shrugged it

off. “No biggie. What’s a nerd without a little tape? I’ll fix ’em later,” she said.

Elle finishes honking out a final laugh. I can’t believe I’m into her.

Was into her.

“Symbiotified. Oh, Henry. I’m going to miss your humor.” She grabs my arm and gives it

a squeeze. “It was nice knowing you.”

I jerk my head. “Been nice knowing you, too. Good luck with your…math ’n shit.”

Fuck. That sounded lame.

Elle crinkles her nose. “Yeah. I’ll cross my fingers and hope those big scary numbers

finally make sense.” She turns away and heads toward campus, shaking her tight little ass in her

overalls.

Jesus, what was I even doing with her? I can get tens—ten cheerleaders, ten models, or

ten of the hottest women at any party.

I snarl at the back of her head and clench my fists. “Stupid geek!”

Without slowing her pace or turning around, she throws up a middle finger. “Dumb

jock!”

I can’t help but laugh. She may look like a helpless, lost little nerd begging for social

ridicule, but I’ve yet to meet anyone with bigger balls. Male or female.

Stop it, Henry. It’s over. I gush out a breath of frustration. Fuck her. I don’t need anything

but football.

Smart Tass

Ohellno Series

by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Publication Date: April 11, 2017

Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romantic Comedy

From New York Times Bestseller Mimi Jean Pamfiloff comes SMART TASS, a new Romantic Comedy. He’s the hot quarterback all the girls want. She’s the smart girl he loves to pick on. And now that they’re all grown up, things are about to get geekin’ ugly… My name is Tass. I’m smart, I’m driven, and I am determined not to let prankster Hunter Johnson continue raining on my parade. When we were little, he’d pull my hair and call me names. When we were teenagers, he’d throw food and tease me for being a flat-chested virgin. But now that we’ve ended up at the same college, he’s out of his hot head if he thinks he can keep messing with my life. It’s like he’s fixated on me or something. Well, guess what, Mr. Amazefootball? I’m not that geeky little girl anymore and you do not screw with a smart woman. So what’s my plan? It’s definitely wild, and he’s about to find out…

About Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Mimi Jean Pamfiloff is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of Paranormal and Contemporary Romance. Both traditionally and independently published, Mimi has sold over 800,000 books since publishing her 1^st title in 2012, and she plans to spontaneously combust once she hits the one-million mark. Although she obtained her international MBA and worked for over 15 years in the corporate world, she believes that it’s never too late to come out of the romance-closet and follow your dreams. When not screaming at her works in progress, Mimi spends time with her two pirates in training, her loco-for- the-chili- pepper hubby, and rat terriers, Mini & DJ Princess Snowflake, in Arizona. She continues to hope that her books will inspire a leather pants comeback (for men) and that she might make you laugh when you need it most.