My latest “bestest” secondary character in the new release – Special Agent Charli – meet Poppa John! #mgtab @mimisgang1

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I’ve just released my latest book called Special Agent Charli and I have to share with you that it’s my favorite story so far in my popular, 6-book series called Undercover FBI. The reason is simple. After losing my father earlier in the year, it was a sweet mission to remember him in the best way I could – by introducing him to my world of readers as the lovable character he truly was. He stars in the book and adds so much humor and entertainment to the story, that I know he’ll connect with everyone who reads Special Agent Charli..

**Please leave comments for me in the review section on Amazon after you read this book – I will read every one, I promise. I’m just anxious to see if you find him as wonderful as I always have.***

Dedication:

My father, the man we all called Poppa John, was my hero. Plain and simple! I adored the man as a child, a young girl, a married woman and most of all as a senior who truly understood the battles against age he overcame to stay sweet and kind until the day he passed.

He loved to make people laugh, said their smiles gave him joy… and hope.

One time, my son asked him the secret of being a good person, and his answer still rings true – be human.

We all miss him terribly, and the only way I could bear losing him was to write him into this book as my favorite character of all time. (And just so you know, most of the anecdotes told in this book were based on the truth.)

He’ll be remembered every time we see a yellow begonia, hear the song “Big, Bad John, and see the wonderful stain glass memories he left behind.

He was… and will always be… my special hero.

Meet my Poppa John 

Book Description:

The only man she wants in her life is her old Gramps, and all he wants is a great – grandchild.

Special Agent Charli Madison can’t get a break. After the stress of her last horrific assignment, all she wants is to spend time vacationing with her Gramps in Ft. Lauderdale, a city they both love. Plans go awry, and she’s forced into witness protection, guarding a teenage girl who’s the only person able to identify a notorious killer.

To make matters worse, she has to accept the womanizing local FLPD Major as her fictitious fiancé and her backup on the dangerous mission.

Heaven knows, she doesn’t deserve this mess…

Blake Sebastian is tired of his role as lover for the women who hang around him in droves. Problem is – he doesn’t trust any of them with his heart, never mind with his future.

When pushed, he admits to the curly-headed, disapproving FBI agent under his jurisdiction, a man can get sick of so much sugar. Every so often, he needs a little sour to offset that much sweetness.

Charli was not impressed.

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From our hearts to yours – Merry Christmas!

 

 

 

 

 

**This image is a photo of a treasured Christmas village my dad made from stain glass in his early retirement. Every year it decorates my dining room and reminds me of how lucky I’ve been to have had such a talented and gentle man as my father.

For me and my family, this is the season that we go all out, spend way too much money and have one heck of a lot of fun. It’s our time to say – the hell with everything – let’s celebrate. We’re all here and we’re all happy and healthy.

Only this year, there’s one of us who isn’t doing very well and that’s been making me feel so sad… until I called him today. Then my 93 year-old dad, who was taken to the hospital a week ago, cracked silly jokes, argued with me that he wasn’t being cheeky, he was just feeling so much better than he’d felt over the last few days when we’d begun to fear the worst.

WOW!! I can’t tell you the relief I felt. I wanted to jump up and down and yell hallelujah – Johnny’s back!!!  (That’s actually his name  🙂

So now – with a heart full of gladness and a spirit ready to enjoy the coming season – I want to wish you all the same happiness I feel.

In case we don’t tell you enough – the girls and I here at the Billboard – love and appreciate you, our readers and friends. We write our posts to entertain you and put out our books in box sets so you can enjoy our work at a reasonable price. Just like you, we all have families with ups and downs and good times and bad. We’re women with kind hearts who want you to know that we REALLY enjoy having you stop by and read our blogs. And when you leave a comment, it makes our day.

From our hearts to yours – have the best Christmas ever, surrounded by family and friends, love and warmth and… happiness.

May all your dreams come true in 2018!

Hugs,

Mimi

Magic happens sometimes for an author… #mgtab

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This book has been a revelation to me. In fact, the whole series has worked its spell. I’m writing the fourth and final book for the series now called Sweet Endings and I’ll admit that it’s been bursts of magic mixed in with a hell of a lot of hard work.

Every once in a while, an author begins a new story, and as soon as it starts, the character takes over. This happened to me. I pictured this girl in my mind, a librarian whose personality had to be that of a shy, scared, insecure miss who did nothing when she watches some mob members kill her twin.

After that incident, she changes into a person who feels such revulsion for her behavior that nothing matters except that she seeks revenge for the death of her brother. How can she live with herself if she doesn’t?

Right?

But how can she – a weak woman who’s never stood up for herself – make it happen?

That’s when the magic starts…

Sweet Retaliation

Book #1

The Mob Tracker Series

By

Mimi Barbour

NYT & USAT best-selling, award winning author!

 

Chapter One

What the hell was she doing following her brother, especially at night? Cassidy Santino didn’t do darkness. Not in the slums of a city like Las Vegas when, molasses thick, it threatened and terrified.

Gagging, sweating, she’d reached the end of her backbone. Thoughts of giving up and retreating gobbled up the small amount of bravery still hanging on by a thread, making her hesitate. Then worry for her twin, Raoul, kicked in.

Biting her lip, she eased forward so she could see around the rickety fence into the semi-lit alley behind a big warehouse. A group of men milled about in a circle. Two of them were head-to-head in a heated discussion. Adrenalin kicked in when she saw her brother step out of the circle.

Raoul’s shoulders were hunched in the same way he’d hold himself when their father had intimidated him as a boy. She watched him flinch and start to turn away. Then the man he’d been arguing with let out a bellow, backhanded him across the face and shoved hard. Before she could get her bewildered brain to accept the incident, Raoul went down and the other men crowded in and began kicking him.

No! Stop!

Her mind screamed the words, but her voice didn’t connect. It froze. When she opened her mouth fear struck her mute. Though she tried to release her rage, to force sound past the blockage in her throat, not even a peep escaped. She’d never felt so useless in all her sad, ineffectual years. Forcing her limbs to move, she fell forward onto her knees but couldn’t get her leg muscles to function.

Infuriating seconds ticked by as she watched the men work her brother over like he was a soccer ball, rather than a human being.

God! Please…

Movement, shuffling, a voice called out from another direction. “Police. Stop what you’re doing and back away. Get your hands up. Do it now!”

Thank you, Lord! Confidence arrived with the authorities, and Cassi felt a flood of energy. Springing to her feet, she started forward. Before she went two steps, one of the assailants stepped over to Raoul, extended his arm and a gunshot changed the rest of her life. She heard her twin grunt and saw his body jerk.

“No!”

Fear vanished under her instinctive urgency to get to Raoul. She ran. To help him, save him, give up her life for him. He was all she had in the world, the only one who mattered.

Blinded by grief, unaware of the loud gunplay going on around her, she fell to her knees next to his lifeless form. Before she had a chance to understand the danger, a man dashed out, swept her to the side and covered her with his own body.

“Keep down.” Rough, his hands hurting, he pushed her head under his chest while she wiggled to get back to Raoul. “Stop it. You’ll get us both killed.” His voice, hard and angry, drew her attention. She shook away from his hand and looked at him, trying to explain that the injured man was her brother and he needed help. When their eyes met, the bit of light from the building’s illumination revealed his face.

Deep blue eyes, encircled with a dark outer ring of pure determination, penetrated for an instant, an order clear and visible that only a man in command could produce. Compelled to obey, but overridden by her need to get to Raoul, she kept pushing at him, until she felt him jerk and heard his grunt of pain.

One of those monsters had shot her rescuer. Disbelief overwhelmed and in seconds the relentless fear returned. Imprisoned and helpless, the horror of the moment clawed at her sanity. Surrendering to its magnetic lure, darkness claimed her and she knew no more.

*** Sweet Retaliation is book #1 in the Mob Tracker Series.

Other books in this series are:

Book #2 – Sweet Justice – available here – AMAZON  KOBO  B&N  APPLE

Book #3 – Sweet Resolution – AMAZON  KOBO  B&N  APPLE

Book #4 Sweet Endings – to be released Nov 2017

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Chapter One excerpt – 2016 Love Christmas Collection – Frosty the Snowman – by Mimi Barbour #mgtab

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Frosty the Snowman…pup!

This book is dedicated to Stacie Williams with a great big hug!.

Holiday Heartwarmers Book #4

By

Mimi Barbour

 

Chapter One… (Sneak Peek – unedited version)

Ice shards blew against the Cessna’s windshield and vision became limited. The previously relaxed pilot suddenly changed to a man with a mission. Tension ramped up and the earlier warm atmosphere turned cold as fear constricted throats unable to swallow.

“We’re going down aren’t we?” Hali Gibson’s voice hadn’t risen from her normal tones. Not even a little. But inside hidden deep in her emotions lived a wild spirit that screeched and then whimpered. I don’t want to die! Not yet. Not now!

As if by sheer want and personal influence she could force the noisy plane back up into the blanket of white sleet that had suddenly appeared, she clutched the leather panel in front of her and bit back her screams.

The pilot bellowed over the plane’s roar. “I’m afraid so. But hold on! Up ahead, there’s a frozen lake that might work as a landing strip. Maybe we’ll make it.” He aimed his voice toward her and issued orders. “Just don’t panic.”

“I never panic.” She screamed back, her eyes feeling like they were protruding two inches from their sockets.

That got his attention, but just for a second. His expression fierce like that of a warrior pitted against an enemy larger than life, he ordered, “Brace yourself!”

In comparison to her own instability, she noted the giant-like man behind the controls appeared ridiculously steady. As if he’d force-landed his small Cessna in the middle of the frozen Alaskan outback any number of times. He kept speaking into his earphones giving their particulars and using the word “Mayday” to get attention.

It had certainly gotten hers. Who could blame her for thinking two voices might add more impact. Her screamed maydays certainly had more force than his.

With only a thin layer of plastic between them and the thickened white sleet that enveloped the small aircraft unexpectedly, it seemed to Hali that the fragile windshield appeared totally inconsequential.

For a few seconds, she wished herself back in the small airport in Ketchikan and pictured a sock in her mouth stopping her from insisting she needed to be his passenger. Why in hell had she fought so hard to be here now? God must be punishing her for being so pushy.

Hali listened to the roar of the small engine working as hard as it could, fighting against the elements of nature. She decided that when one faced death, seconds lasted longer, which gave people time to reflect. Why me, Lord? Forced to endure, she tightened every muscle in her body and prepared to meet her maker.

A humming noise from the pilot caught her attention. Watching him previously manoeuver the small plane, she’d seen the skill it had taken to manipulate the controls, hold the aircraft steady and if sheer will could force this bird through the white wall of hell, he’d be the one to do so. But damn, did he have to sing them to their demise?

What the…? The guy was singing Frosty the Snowman. Of all the crazies in the world, trust her to beg this particular Looneytune to let her come with him just so he could serenade her last moments on earth with a children’s Christmas carol.

Without realizing she would, her voice melded with his only she used the words. If it helped calm his nerves, she was all for it.

On the other hand, he hadn’t yielded to their dilemma, in fact, quite the opposite. As if in hand to hand combat with the devil himself, he fought like a man possessed. Continuing to fly blind, it was only the control panels delivering instrument readings he needed that kept the plane from plunging out of the sky.

Tipping from side to side didn’t help her nerves either. The harsh roar of the engines, revved to ear-splitting levels, caused her head to feel like it would explode. And Hali supposed the vibration had increased because of their escalating descent. One could only imagine the ground coming up to meet them, they certainly couldn’t see it.

Suddenly, howling from the crate in the rear of the plane ripped at Hali’s soft heart and guilt hit her hard. Because she was a wuss for driving long distances alone, she’d decided to take this bush plane into the wilds of Alaska from Ketchikan to Juneau rather than drive the 300 miles to deliver her cousin’s Samoyed – a present meant for her husband’s brother. Now, because of her cowardly decision, the gorgeous animal would most likely die.

My fault. All my fault. At the airport, after she’d been bumped from the regular flight, she’d beseeched this pilot to let her and the dog be his passengers. Seems there’s a pecking order in Alaska. If you owned the Airlines, you were first in line and could change the route anytime you wanted, even if Christmas was only a few days away.  Which left paying customers angry but forced to wait for the next flight.

Hali, unexpectedly stranded, had pleaded with this man to no avail. In her excitement, she’d even dropped her suitcase which had flipped open, scattering her belongings everywhere. Like a gentleman should, he’d helped her collect her property, had handed her over underwear, sweaters, even her going-away gift from the girls at the office, which had softened his stubborn expression slightly, but he’d still refused her pleas.

It hadn’t been until the pilot who’d originally bumped her had his say and a large chunk of money changed hands that the tall man had agreed to the arrangement. Within a few minutes, he’d rounded her up, got them belted into the place and they’d taken off.

Now she was locked into a sardine can, with a complete stranger controlling her life and—go figure… she’d begged to be here.

While her mind was travelling through time, the pilot had pulled off a miracle. They were speeding along a stretch of ice, hovering slightly above the ground. Battered on both sides, the winds didn’t like being robbed of their prey.  As the man in charge searched for a place to safely set the little plane down, he fought to keep them from tipping.

With visibility much better at this low altitude, up ahead, Hali saw what he did. There was a sheltered bay surrounded by trees. The lake looked to have less snow. And, cleared from the driving winds, the visible frozen surface invited them to drop in and stay a while.

Singing louder, with sobs of joy blending in, Hali swiped at her eyes, blinked repeatedly and watched the pilot set the plane down as gently as the buffeting wind would allow. Finally, he drove it closer to the shore and brought them to a complete halt.

In seconds, he’d turned off the motor. As if the turning of the key stopped their nightmare, it cut off their mingling voices also.

Hali watched him drop his face into his now shaking hands. Without realizing her intentions, she reached over to touch, pat, wishing she could hug. Finding her own hand enveloped in a tight grip, she didn’t move. For her, connecting in this way with another human being was a normal action and so she allowed them these magical moments before expressing her relief. Truthfully, she’d choked up and words wouldn’t be forced through clogged emotions.