Thursday, November 28, 2013

Newsletters – are they an important tool for an author?? #freepartay

Oh yeah!!

According to what I was told back in 2006, a newsletter could be the most important tool of all. At the time, my webmistress urged me to start gathering names because the people who signed up to get my intermittent letters would be interested in me and my progress. They’d be my fans –happy for my success, supportive and hopefully proud.

After visiting various workshops at the Emerald City (Seattle) Conference recently, I do believe that advice was solid. I’m happy to say that I took her seriously and I did start gathering my list.

I opened my newsletter in a place called Your Mailing List where you can gather up to 1,000 names before the price of $3.99/mo kicks in. There are other places out there and I do believe one of the most popular sites is called Mail Chimp where you can have 2,000 on your mailing list for free (why didn’t I sign there???)  Mimi—pounding desk!! After further checking, it seems once the 2,000 range is reached, the cost increases significantly…hummm! Lifting head off desk, grinning…

Unfortunately, since I haven’t been very active about garnering names, I probably won’t have to worry about slipping into the paying slot for some time. But that changes as of today. From now on, anyone I meet who touches my life in some way will be invited – notice I didn’t say begged – invited to join my mailing list.

Recently, I listened to a seminar on newsletters where the speaker strongly urged anyone who had a product for sale to send out letters at least once a week and always be prepared to reward the reader in some way for opening and reading the post. Giving the reader an incentive for reading my news made sense, whether it is a bit of humor to brighten their day or maybe a chance to win a gift certificate or even a free book. I could do that. But not four times a month.
Face it, there just isn’t that much to say between books and I’m lucky to get one released every couple of months. Myself, I do enjoy reading what some of my colleagues are working on but I wouldn’t be so interested if I became inundated with too many people sending me continuous updates. Therefore, I decided that a monthly letter would be sufficient. Now, all I have to do is make sure that there’s some excitement in my life so I can pass it on.

And you know what?  There is. Lately, I’ve seen my income steadily rise from all the hard work I’ve put in. My books are becoming popular and have reached a lot more people than I ever dreamed they would. It’s brilliant to know that I have touched that many lives with my stories. It’s also wonderful to have made so many new friends in the industry.

And here comes the fun part – Ahem!! Are you ready???

Would YOU sign up for my newsletter?? There’s a hot little button on the right side and anyone who signs up in the next month will have a chance to win a $20 Amazon Gift Certificate.

How did I do? Did you sign??


Tuesday, November 26, 2013

RELEASED on Time!! - "SHE'S NOT YOU" - #Amazon #99cents #Elvis Presley


This book has been an absolute joy to write and a nightmare to release. But it’s there now. The cover posted on the Amazon page looks so darn cute. Maybe because the sweet sleeping puppy called Sam is one of the characters in the story.

The month and a half it took to write this book was a fun time for me. The song echoed in my head periodically to remind me of where the plot line needed to go. I’d even
play the tune just to get in the mood.

Of course, writing about the Christmas season is always special. I enjoy trying to get the mood just right so that it comes through the pages for the readers to see and feel.

When I write my characters, I have a vision in my head, and at first, for the hero, I saw Elvis himself. But then Jesse Parker emerged and became his own man. I’m glad because he’s a sweetheart and a shadow to no one. Locked into an old, dead love affair, this guy needed to wake up and let go of his memories.  So he wouldn’t miss the love right in front of him. In the song it said – And it’s just breakin’ my heart cause she’s not you. Maybe not, but she was better.

Belle Foster soon became real to me also. As a mother myself, I felt her worries and fears for her little girl. She’s a woman who’s had so much to overcome, most of all a belief in her own worth.

And Layla, the child, could be anyone’s daughter or granddaughter. Mischievous and cute as a button, she gets into your heart, digs a hole and won’t be shook loose.

Put these three people together in a love story and you have a wonderfully warm tale that will brighten the holiday season for any reader of romance.
Since I haven’t chosen which song to use for the next book in the series yet, I intend to set up a contest to let the readers help make that decision. The information for this contest will be posted on my website and facebook page.

So… if you’d like to be involved, please do come and either sign up for the newsletter on my website or follow me on facebook. Soon, I will be writing a post and sending everyone linked with me the simple rules.

**The winner will not only choose the title by picking his/ her favorite song of Elvis’s, but the book will be dedicated to that person also.


Friday, November 22, 2013

Does the age of a book matter in fiction today?


I read something on a blog the other day where there was a mention of the age of the book discussed. How once a book was over a year old, its value had diminished. And it got me to thinking whether it was a problem in today’s e-book market.


I decided after looking at the puzzle from all angles that it isn’t really as important as some people would believe. Of course this doesn’t include the traditional paperback and hardcover system where your publisher would give a novel a very short window of time to make its sales on the book shelves, and then pull it when the book didn’t sell very well.


Personally, I have a loaded bookcase at home with hundreds of books that I’ve gathered and kept because they were either presents or too good to give up – books to be re-read. Still to this day, I scour second-hand bookstores and flea markets looking for backlists from favorite authors. This bodes well for my hypothesis that people still love older books.


Today, on Amazon, E-bay and other sites, one can find books that years ago would be very difficult to buy. It’s so freakin great!


Now for e-books, it’s a whole different system. First of all your book is up there on Amazon to stay. Or until the author or publisher take it down which would probably only happen in the case of there being no sales.


From this point on, I can only make suppositions based on my own behaviour. When I look for a book, most times I either search for an author I already like or the same author of a book I just finished and loved.  I seldom look to see when it was published unless I think I may have already read the story. Otherwise, I will happily pay my money and enjoy my purchase.


The reason for my blog today is because of the book I'm now promoting in the Free Partay (see below). It’s called “Together for Christmas” and is a book first published by Wild Rose Press in 2011. Not that two years is any great age at all when it comes to e-books, but if we were thinking the old traditional way, it would have been off the bookshelves a long time ago unless it had been a best-seller. Even then, chances are it would only be in a small book store or… have a new cover.

Which is what Together for Christmas has! As soon as I had the rights returned to me, I slapped a new cover on it as fast as my artist could come up with one (and I might add - he did a fabulous job). Then I released it again under my own name.


It worries me some that a few people might have already bought the book and will not recognize it with its new face, but since it’s only for sale with Amazon, I know their wonderful return policy will cover any purchases that might fall into this category.


Since the book is written during the Vintage era, again I don’t worry that the contents might be outdated. The story is just as lovely today as it was when I created it. So, in my way of thinking, if a book was interesting and well-written years ago, it still is today.


Well some books….



99 cents for a limited time only!!!

Abbie Taylor has a thousand things to do before the big day, help the vicar with his needy families, organize the Christmas nativity, and spare time for a distraught baby at the orphanage who only settles when she’s near. Falling into a coma while her spirit resides inside a prickly, big-shot businessman doesn’t work for her at all… until she falls in love.

How could Marcus Chapman be so unlucky? First he’s saddled with his newly widowed mum, and the next thing he knows, he has an annoying spirit invader who’s instantly aware that he isn’t nearly as tough as he makes out. Between these two manipulating women, and the orphans Abbie forces him to visit, the poor man doesn’t stand a chance. The season is Christmas, and love is all around.

Praise for this book:

“Barbour spins a difficult story with ease. Her prose is smooth. Her characters rich and her plot fast paced. She delivers the well-deserved happily ever after ending perfectly.” ~ Reviewed by Jo-Ann Carson

“With all of the terrible things that are happening in this world, sometimes you just need a shot of happiness. I'm glad that Mimi realizes that this need exists and is able to create this happiness to share with us.” ~ Reviewed by Leandra Hanes


Tuesday, November 19, 2013

A trip along memory lane… #Elvis #ElvisPresley

I have to admit to spending a lot of time in the past few months researching the songs Elvis made famous during his incredible career.  *I can’t say I’ve ever enjoyed that particular chore more.* Since my aim is to write stories for some of his songs, the words are important. Listening to them has taken me back in time where I've revisited some wonderful memories.

While listening to Love Me Tender, I travelled back in time to 1956. I was very much a tomboy of ten back then, hadn’t even reached those mind-blowing teen years. I’d gone to the local movie theatre near where I lived in Winnipeg. In those days the 10cent admission and 10cent bag of popcorn could only be had once a month as we weren’t all that well off. But, this particular Saturday my favorite actor, Roy Rogers, was on the billing and I had whined my way into my dad’s pockets – he’s still a sweet, giving man.

Off I went with friends and thoroughly enjoyed the cowboys and Native Americans blockbuster. (Sorry – but that just sounds wrong!! :-)

Because there were two movies back to back, even though I knew I was expected home, I got caught up in the one following the stereotypical western and stayed glued to my seat. Love me Tender was the very first Elvis movie I ever saw. Serious trouble awaited me with my mother, but I remember thinking that watching him would be worth it. I hung out until the last scene where I bawled my eyes out. Totally smitten, my heart now belonging to the boy with the incredible smile, I faced the music. When I tried to explain why I stayed, it flew over their heads like smoke from the cigarettes they both enjoyed. Mom yelled, dad winked – no bigggie:-)

Not long after, it was announced that, on the coming Sunday, Elvis would be appearing on the Ed Sullivan show. For the first time, I ignored my parents when they admonished me to get away from the television, not to sit too close or I could go blind. When he appeared and began to sing Hound Dog, I went berserk. I screeched along with the audience and fell back in a heap at the end. Tears clogged my eyes while I’d watched my fantasized boyfriend appear live. Mom laughed at my performance and Dad grumbled about idiots with ants in their pants.

From that day on, every chance that came my way to get my hands on teen magazines added another photo to my overcrowded wall in the small bedroom I shared with my sister. In fact, I remember one she finally made me take down because she said she felt his eyes watching her while she undressed for bed. It bugged her so much, she’d cover it with a scarf. After she said that, I also began to get the weird sensation he was peeking and down it came.  Hey, I was ten!!!

You know, as much as my young heart adored my idol, I believe I loved his music even more. The rock and roll beat lit a fire in me and still does to this day. My feet can never stay still when I hear that sound. As the years rolled on, I perfected the jive and every chance I got; I’d be bopping with whoever would get on the floor with me – boy or girl. Sometimes even the doorway when I was alone and the rhythm would make me move. Still happens once in a while.  OMG - can't believe I'm blabbing that.  

Moving forward a few years…

When I was thirteen, a year younger than my sister, she had a boyfriend (let’s call it puppy love because all they did was hold hands – things were REALLY different back then). On Christmas day, shy and rather hesitant, he arrived with three of his buddies for backup. He had a present for her that I still have to this day since I took it over as soon as he left. It was an LP of Elvis’s Golden Hits. (My sister was never a huge fan – not like me.)

The best thing about that gift??

I eventually married one of those buddies and he's still my husband today.

 Do you have any memories about those times in your life that changed you forever?

I wanted to remind you that I now have a
link on the right side panel.
Since I will be chosing 3 lucky winners

for a gift copy of my soon to be released
She's Not You,
please be sure and add your name there now.
**Just so you know,
those addresses are dear to me and will never be used

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I also have a New Releases Notification link

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which connects to


Once there, on the right side under "Liked"
click on the link for
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Saturday, November 16, 2013

Have you ever thought - Wow - I wrote this?

Have you ever written a novel or an essay or even a letter that you just knew was good. I’m not talking great. (I’m leaving my mother out of this, :-)) I mean that after you finished it and you're reading it over, time and time again, you found yourself sighing and muttering – good, good. And a few times you sat back and thought… wow, I wrote this?

That’s what happened to me as I worked on my newest book called “She’s Not You”. It’s as if someone else inside me, a lovable someone, dictated the words – or maybe just the feelings – and I had to put them to words.

There were a few times when I couldn’t seem to come up with the exact phrases I knew would describe the emotions or the actions perfectly. When I relaxed and freed my thoughts, there they were waiting for me to grasp them. It was kinda eerie but wonderful at the same time.

Now I’m not talking about a literary masterpiece. I don’t write that type of a story. My work is all about entertaining the reader. Sort of like a favorite hour-long TV show in comparison to a blockbuster at the cinema. There’s room in this world for both.


I know that personally, I love reading something that can take my mind off my day-to-day and lift me into another world. Give me a romance with some humor, good characters and conflict and I’m all yours. But until I began writing my own books, I never thought much about the efforts made by the person who did all that work – the author. How she/he came up with the plot? The motivation they had to write the story.


I still don’t know how it works for others but I can tell you what motivated me to write this one. A song played on the radio by my favorite singer of all times (Elvis) and it rang in my head, drove me near batty, until I got that light-bulb moment. Write the damn story. I’m so glad that I listened.

Since then I have been replaying a lot of his music and I know one thing for sure.  This is just the beginning. There's a series here just waiting for me. One that I totally look forward to creating.    

"She's Not You" - Book #1 of the Elvis Series will be released November 25th

If you wish to be notified by Amazon 
when this book is released,
 just click on the Stay up to Date tab

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Branding - Take it serious or not?

I didn’t at first. I thought it was just a lot of hype for us to spend even more money to sell our products. After all, what did it matter if at a glance people recognized me? Did it mean they’d rush off to purchase my books?

I’ve grown up over the last few years in the industry and I now realize that I was an idiot in my earlier thinking. Of course branding is important. It’s a reflection of the outer image you want to portray to the world.  And darn right it matters.

It matters that you attract people at a glance enough for them to follow through to get to browsing. And who knows where browsing can lead… hopefully to my beautiful new books page full of excerpts and buy links.

One of the things I always liked about my blog is that I felt comfortable there and hoped it made others feel the same. Like an easy chair that just fit. But those old Lazyboys can get pretty shabby over time.

So, with the help of a professional, all my pages are now sleek and slim, no more extraneous links, no more jumble left lying around because I didn’t know and didn’t take the time to learn how to clear it away…. I’m so ashamed, gulp!!

My old Vicarage Bench on my newsletter and website are gone to be replaced with the image I’ve chosen to be branded with. In my opinion, today it fits my writing perfectly. A bit of fun mixed with drama to evoke suspense and fantasy. 

So… if you are on the fence right now, wondering whether to take the leap to improvement, I have one piece of advice. Take your time. Make sure that the replacement is actually better. And if at all possible, think ahead to where you’d like to be in a few years. Brand yourself in such a way that those later decisions will fit into the choices you make today.  

Talking about making choices,
I have chosen to put my contemporary romance,
The Surrogate's Secret,
into the November 15th
Free Partay.

As you know, there are a lot of best-selling authors
who have books in this promotion,
so please check to see
if there's anything that interests you.
And while you're at it,
let your friends
know about these wonderful FREE books.

Back Page Blurb:
Her twins mean the world to surrogate mother, Sheri O’Connor. Since the donor parents were killed before their birth, she gladly takes on the responsibility to raise them herself. When their Chilean Uncle, Miguel Rivera, arrives unexpectedly to take them back to his country, she unravels and coldly informs him that isn’t going to happen. Because they’d used her eggs in the process, her claim supersedes anyone else’s. Never in a million years does she dream that the South American heartstopper wants her babies so much that he will force her to marry him by threatening to withhold the money she needs for an operation for her tiny son.

Miguel knows women aren’t to be trusted. After all, didn’t his devious fiancé give him up for dead and marry someone else while he spent months being held hostage in the jungles of Columbia? If his mother hadn’t brought a team to save him and end up getting shot during the rescue, he wouldn’t be alive. Therefore, if the only thing that can stop his Mamacita from succumbing to her wounds is to adopt his dead brother’s surrogate children, then he will do anything to see that happen. Even marry the ditzy blonde whose saving grace is her gorgeous body, beautiful face and her absolute devotion to her babies.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

New website, blog, facebook and newsletter pages – all branded. See for yourself!

Branding is beautiful!!
Recently, I decided that I needed to upgrade my image. Not only on my website. I chose to do so throughout all my personal pages. Since I loved the colors and look of my blog template and had difficulty giving it up, I asked Rae (Rae Monet, the webmistress who designed everything) to create all the rest of my sites to be as close as possible.

She did so. And it's Fan-freakin-tastic!!

The new template is similar enough to be recognizable, but now it shows my name along with the title ‘Believe’. BTW I’ve used that as my guide for a number of years. Way before even Justin Bieber and the Canadian Olympics decided the word worked for them. So there!! Yeah!....what a child!

Once Rae got started, I was enthused at how well it all went together. Rather than having my books displayed on both places, there’s a button on my blog that takes followers to my website where the books, not only have their own page all nicely set up with buy-me links, but she arranged them in the specific series. And each has its back-page blurb and an excerpt in case the reader wants to know more about the stories.


On the news page, there’s a couple of free reads in case a person has some time to wile away when they visit.

There’s also a contact page for anyone who wants to find me. I love to get mail so don't hesitate. Most important, there’s a link for fans to sign up for my newsletter which I’m hoping you will do.

To make everything perfect, Rae has given me the same image for my facebook page and my newsletter. And just to be cheeky, I added the same photo for my Google+ page also.

***If you join my mailing list now, you’ll see what I mean when I send out the next one….hint, hint!! :-)))


Thursday, November 7, 2013

Be careful what you wish for!

Today, I'm very pleased to introduce a debut author, RWA chapter co-member and lovely friend, Reggi Allder. She's pleasantly surprised us all by recently publishing her wonderful debut book called "Money, Power and Poison". I  read her work and left a review which you can see here.
Hi Mimi, I’m very happy to be here. Thank you for asking me.


As you know my book Money Power and Poison is now available on Amazon. I’m pretty excited. It’s a page turning, romantic suspense that take place in a California beach community.  But be careful what you wish for. When my heroine realizes her dream, she’s thrown into the world of the rich and ruthless and surrounded by a web of lies, betrayals and danger.

Sounds intriguing, tell me about yourself.

I’m married and have two kids. The youngest is at university. My husband is a great guy who’s supportive of my writing full time. I have two dogs, a pure bred poodle and a rescued mutt. They stay in my office with me while I write. They’re patient, though there are times when they give me that we-need-a-walk look and won’t take no for an answer, probably a good thing for me. I’m a film buff and an avid reader. I can’t resist a good mystery, mixed with a passionate love story. Themes of redemption and second chances are favorites of mine. I’m drawn to wounded heroes and bad boys. I’d love to hear from readers telling me their favorite heroes from either a book or a movie. I’m making a list to be put up later.

What inspired your latest suspense?

Unrest around the world triggered the inspiration for my second suspense Shattered Rules. When I saw a report about the turmoil, I thought what if a woman was innocently involved simply because she was naïve? There’s romance, conflict, intrigue and a theme of redemption, not to mention a gorgeous FBI agent. Shattered Rules will be available on Amazon soon.

What is your writing routine like?

My schedule starts early. I get up, dress and go straight into my office. I’m usually in the office between seven and eight in the morning. I’m lucky because my husband brings me coffee so I don’t even have to go downstairs. These days I even keep that schedule on the weekend if my book is on a roll. I work until late afternoon. Occasionally I work after dinner.

Tell me about your current WIP or series.

I have two WIPs, a romantic suspense sequel to Money Power and Poison and another contemporary that follows the lives and events of people in a small town in the California foothills. It’s the second book in my Sierra Creek Series and follows characters from in Her Country Heart.

Are you a plotter or a pantser and have you ever experienced writer’s block?

I’m a pantser. I tried to plot when I first started writing and I had my first bout of writer’s block. Making lists and outlines and plotting every scene is a great idea but it just didn’t work for me. I was lucky to find that out early. I stopped plotting and the writer’s block disappeared. Now I let ideas percolate. Feelings and plot twists come to me as I write. I do have a general idea of where to story will end up. Often I know the end of the book before I have a beginning. I don’t work backward. But when I begin the first chapter, even though I don’t have all the characters and the plot turns, I know how the book will end.

Tell me about your characters.
As an author of and romantic suspense and contemporary novels, I love nothing better than tales of love lost and then found or stories of heroes and heroine who discover love but wonder if they’ll live long enough to enjoy it. My main characters cope with longings, secrets, lies and betrayals. They control their panic and manage their passion as each fight to discover a hidden strength. It’s a strain for them to remain motivated as the world offers temptations and puts them in untenable situations. Can they survive multiple ordeals and carry on to reach their goals and find true love?
In the contemporary novels my heroes and heroines search for love while struggling with the trials of day to day living, including the demands of family, finances and employment.
Here are links to my website and to my book on Amazon:



Blurb: Money Power and Poison When a billionaire is murdered, a woman fights to stay alive long enough to prove she’s innocent. An obsessed killer has plans to make her his next victim. A mystery from the past and lies from the present could help a reporter make sense of it all before it’s too late and the woman dies.

In idyllic Carmel California, billionaire software developer Conner Harrison is poisoned at his fiftieth birthday party. Young business woman, Kathryn Carlyle is about to be charged with his murder. Why would the police think she’d murder a man she only met once? And why is someone trying to kill her? Out of her depth, she wants someone on her side.

Alpha male, TV reporter Holt Rand needs a scoop to revive his career. The exclusive on Harrison’s murder will put him back on top of the ratings game. Nothing and no one will stop him from getting to the truth. But when he meets Kathryn his life is changed forever.


Chapter One

In the midnight gloom of a residential street in Carmel, California, business owner Kathryn Carlyle watched the city’s dim lights from the back seat of a speeding police car. She gasped for air as dread tightened her throat. This can’t be happening to me.

The catering van she drove to billionaire software developer Conner Harrison’s birthday party had been impounded by the police as evidence. She rubbed her throbbing temples to release the pain accumulated there.

Two blocks from her beachfront condo, she snatched a breath of air. “Please stop. I have to get out.”

The middle-aged officer guided the patrol car to the curb. “We’re not finished with you. Go, but don’t leave town.”

He’d probably been waiting all night to use that cliché. Don’t leave town. She almost laughed, except nothing funny had happened tonight.

She exited the car and inhaled the sea breeze as it rustled her hair. It was such a welcome change from the stifling atmosphere that contaminated the police station where she’d spent the last few hours. How long before the man came back to arrest her?

Relieved to be in her safe neighborhood, she took a deeper breath, kicked off her black leather pumps and sat on a driftwood log overlooking the serene bay.

She swallowed as nausea swirled in her stomach. The fact that she hadn't eaten since breakfast didn’t help. Always nervous before an event, she’d planned to eat after Mr. Harrison’s party. Now he hovered near death. The thought of eating brought bile to the back of her throat. Why did the authorities think she poisoned a man she’d only met once?

A nightmare had snared her and was holding her in its grip. When Mr. Harrison died the charge against her would be murder in the first degree.

As the realization crept through her, she tensed. Two deep breaths calmed her, but didn't stop the headache forming over her right eye.

True she’d had the opportunity to poison him, but no motive. She only met him because he’d asked her to cater his birthday party. With his death, there was nothing to gain and a lot to lose, her reputation, her business, her life.

In the morning the police would sort out the truth of her innocence. Still, adrenaline caused her heart to race. She rubbed her temples and tried not to think anymore.

A gust of wind circled her. She shivered and folded her arms in front of her. Damn. Her suit jacket was still in the patrol car.

She stood and brushed the sand from the back of her skirt and picked up her high heels and shoulder bag. Time to go home, sleep was doubtful, still at least she’d put up her sore feet.

Leaves crunched somewhere in the shadows of the nearby trees, she squinted into the darkness but didn’t see anyone. Even so, fear gripped her.

She forced her swollen feet back into her pumps and walked quickly up the dimly lit street. The click of her heels echoed in the quiet night air. The desire to flee from an unknown danger increased the speed of her footsteps.

With the exception of a black truck parked at the curb, the street was empty. The pickup’s engine revved. The cab light came on and cast an eerie glow on the driver’s face. He smiled at her.

As she thought about waving to let him know the headlights were off, the vehicle drove straight at her. It jumped the curb, sideswiped her, sending her flying.

With a thud, she landed on the muddy front lawn of a neighboring condominium. The sound of the engine faded as the vehicle disappeared.

She lay motionless on the ground. Cold mud oozed into the fabric of her skirt. A twinge jabbed her and terror banged against her rib cage.

Overriding the sense of shock was her need to get home where she’d be safe. She grabbed the strap of her purse and attempted to stand. Pain shot through her hip and down her leg. She fell back into the mud.

A man dressed in black came out of the darkness and stood over her. Before she could cry out, he bent down and covered her mouth with his huge hand.

 "Don't scream. You'll wake the whole neighborhood. I’m not going to hurt you." He helped her stand.

 The streetlight lit his face and a lock of coffee brown hair fell over his furrowed brow. Five o'clock shadow covered his jaw and his full lips formed a grim line. Compassion shone in his obsidian eyes. It was incongruous to his hardened expression. He reminded her of someone, but she couldn’t think of a name.

"Your uncle sent me,” he said in a deep voice.

"You were at the police station.” She pushed a strand of hair from her face.

"Yeah. Thought I could talk to you. They wouldn’t allow it. Can you stand by yourself?"

"I think so." A spasm shot in her leg and her knees buckled. She grabbed him and reluctantly leaned on his lanky body for support.

“I'll call 911." He held her to him.

"Don’t phone them.”

"You’re hurt.”

“I'm okay.”

“The police need to know about this. Use my cell."

"No. I can’t handle it. Not tonight. I'm cold. I’m muddy. I just want to go home.”

"Can you walk?"

"Yeah," she said, hoping she could. The first step sent pain racing through her. She gasped.

With one hand he steadied her. With the other, he yanked a smart phone from his pocket. ”What’s your address?”

“330 Sea View Avenue, number three.”

He punched in 911. "There's been an accident. A woman’s hurt. I need an ambulance sent to 330 Sea View Avenue number three ASAP."

After he pocketed his phone, he carefully scooped her up in his arms. “Let’s get you home.”

Never one to ask for help, this time she had to admit she needed it and balanced herself by putting her arm around his neck. His body heat warmed her as her cheek rested against his solid chest. Odd how protected she felt, almost as if this stranger were an old friend.


Now book - to be released soon.

Shattered Rules

Workaholic FBI agent Brick Larson loves his job. He doesn’t need personal relationships. He’s been burned too many times. The last thing he wants is to get involved with the younger sister of his ex-fiancé. But to defend the United States that’s exactly what he’ll do.

Kelly Shaw secretly loved Brick when she was a teenager and would have trusted him with her life then. But that was years ago. Neither are the same people they used to be. Can she trust him with her current secret?

Mimi thanks again for having me.