Monday, June 4, 2012

His Devious Angel by Mimi Barbour : Interview & Excerpt

Paranormal Humorous Romance


If the angel hadn't forced him to brake, Liam might have killed the gorgeous dog-walker who ran into the street to save a little boy. He owed that woman big time, and he would pay his debt—even if she was cranky and became more difficult with every meeting. After all, how hard could it be to walk a bunch of mangy mutts?

"Men are scum" and no one can tell Sadie any different—it's why she stays away from them. Until a crazy, hotshot soldier runs her down with his convertible. Now she's bruised and sore, and stuck having to accept his help with her elite dog-walking business. Just her luck that some of the expensive pets go missing and Liam decides the puppy-mill rumour needs to be investigated. And once they're forced to spend more time together, darned if a spark doesn’t start to ignite. 

His Devious Angel is the 2nd book in the Angels with Attitudes Series.




She wrenched herself from the man's hands, then slapped at him when he wouldn't let go. "Don’t touch me, you nutcase. Driving like you're racing in the frigging Indy 500." Her face ended up two inches from his. "Damn fool. You could have killed us."
He frowned, pulled back, and clenched his hands. “I'm sorry." What could he say? She was right, and he hated knowing it. On the other hand, he'd never shirked his responsibilities or hesitated to be accountable for his own actions. "I was speeding."
"Achh!" Disgustedly, she pushed him out of her space and again hung onto the car, trying to get the support she needed to rise.
"Don't be silly. Let me help you."
"No! I don't want you to touch me."
"Why are you being so stubborn? I just want to help.” Without further ado, he lifted her into his arms, over the side of the convertible, and into the front seat.
“Are you crazy? Let me out of here. I’m not going anywhere with you. You all but killed me earlier with your stupid stunt, flying through the red light—”
“It was yellow.”
“Was not.”
“Was too.” He glared at her over the side of the car and watched the sparks ignite




in her cat-spitting green eyes. She crossed her arms and pushed her face closer. “Where do you think you’re taking me?”
“To the nearest hospital.”
“No way! I don’t want to go to a hospital.” A small dimple appeared on each side of her mouth as she ground her teeth.
“Tough! My car hit you. You need to see a doctor. With a slap on the door, he started around the front of the vehicle to get in at the driver’s side.
“My mother's a nurse. She'll check me out. Just let me sit here for a minute, and then I'll be on my way. Hopefully never to run into you again."
"I think it was the other way around." Have you lost your mind? Whatever possessed him to make such a stupid joke about the accident? Obviously slipped out before his brain had caught up with his flapping mouth. Adrenaline stimulation must have short-circuited your brain cells.
His grin faded from the power of her direct, unflinching, not-amused stare.
"Look, it's the shock. I'm not usually so insensitive. Truly, I want to help, and if you let me drive you to your mother's, I promise not to go over thirty miles an hour." His hand began its rise, since he'd intended on putting it over his heart, but on second thought he decided to forgo the silly maneuver and hope the sincerity in his voice would be enough to convince her.
Her trembling fingers rose to secure her hair where it had escaped from a clip in the back, while her half-lidded gaze searched his face and contemplated. He saw her wince and reached to help with the silky strands. Her exclamation of annoyance stopped him immediately. A thought popped into his mind and wouldn't go away. She'd be officer material in any man's army; the rank of captain came to mind or maybe torturer, interviewer, person who extracts information.
As she lowered her arms, a groan escaped.
"That's it. You're hurt and being stubborn." He headed around to the driver's side and got into the car. He pushed the starter button, reached for his safety belt, and peeked to see what she thought about his high-handedness.
Yep, she wrenched at the door handle, fully intending to get out of his car. He reached past her and pulled it closed, then pushed the child safety locks and flinched when he heard her swear under her breath.
Green eyes blazed spikes of resentment aimed directly toward his face.  "Get this into your head. I am not going anywhere with you. Not even to the corner. Now let me out of this car."
Without knowing why, Liam glanced into the rear-view mirror, not at all surprised to see his earlier phantom.  Depp's look-alike radiated satisfaction in his raised eyebrows and smug smile. Pride flooded his face as he looked adoringly at the she-mule in the passenger seat.
"You're in for it now, my man!”
Liam had no idea how he could hear the voice, see the body and yet know with everything sane in him that he was arguing—mind-talking—with a ghost. "Don't you start!"
"Just saying. And I'm not a ghost."
"And I'm not your man." Should a ghost sound so huffy?
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Thanks for having me on your blog Laurie. I love talking about my career and answering fun questions!! If anyone wants to leave a comment, I'd be happy to present a winner with a free e-book of "His Devious Angel." 


 
Hello Mimi!  I'm so excited for the opportunity to chat with you.  Thanks for stopping in.  How would you describe your writing style?
 
 
 
I would say that my writing style is:
 
 
 
(a.) Humorous - I love adding the element of humor in my stories because in my world, we always try and have a chuckle and a laugh over most things. If I spend a great amount of time with someone who is terribly serious, I get bored and I find myself getting tight inside. But, if I’m with a friend who likes to have a bit of a giggle, I always find I’ve been much more entertained and more likely want to be with that person again.
 
 
 
 (b.) Shoot from the hip as far as the plotting goes - Although I always have my beginning and ending figured out in my mind before I start the story. I'm lucky that way as I know a lot of authors who can write to the end and have no idea how to finish off the book.
 
 
 
 (c.) Strong character development – Ever since I started reading as a child, I have to admit to being drawn to the characters in the story. It goes without saying that I like there to be conflicts and good story telling, but once I’ve connect with the heroine and hero, I’ll always finish the book. Can’t help myself. I just have to make sure they get their happy ending.
 
 
 
(d.) I must admit that as I write more books, my ability to write stronger conflicts has grown. Or it just might be that the first three stories I published were novellas and now that I’m writing full-length, it gives me more time to build the tensions and interweave intrigue. 
 
 
 
What are you usually wearing at three o’clock in the morning?
 
 
 
Pajamas and earplugs!
 
 
 
Important question. Silk, satin, cotton or flannel? What is your sheet of choice and why?
 
 
 
Since I’m a romance writer, I’d love to say satin—but—one time I bought some just to try them and see how they worked, and my husband slid off the bed and so did our blankets – all night long. Decided to go back to our good old percale cotton ones, which are always cool and always feel so smooth. No balls – I hate bally sheets. Hey! Notice I used the word as an adjective!!
 
 
 
 Tell us something not very many people know.
 
 
 
I’m a bit of a grouch in the mornings. Most of my friends think I smile all the time because, I usually do. Not so much if it’s really early. I guess you could say I’m more of a night person. Funny, if I write late at night, I don’t normally have to edit too much. If for some strange reason I write in the early morning hours, it’s pretty well all dribble and the bitchiness comes through real clear.   
 
 
What’s your typical writing day like?
 
 
 
About eight am I start my day either on my treadmill or walking the seawall close to our house in Qualicum Beach. Then I tidy the house a bit and ready myself for the day. I eat breakfast in my office while I have my first game of spider (my bad!!). Then I check my e-mails and waste a bunch more time writing notes and checking Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads, etc, etc. I call that my promo time so I don’t feel too guilty.
 
 
 
Then I cuss once I’ve seen that the morning has flown and I haven’t written a word. I quickly grab lunch and have my second game of spider. (my real bad!!) Then I open my manuscript and lose myself for at least three or four hours. On a good day I can write 2,500 to 3,500 words.
 
 
 
If I’m under the gun, I start writing first thing in the morning and go for it all day. If I put my mind to it, I can usually get a good amount written in the morning, edit it for the PM and get another bunch written for the afternoon. It doubles my output when I write in the morning also, but then I'm pretty well incognito when it comes to socializing.  
 
 
 
If you could have lunch with one writer, who would it be?
 
 
 
I was going to say some far-out writer no one’s ever heard of, but the truth is Nora Roberts would be my choice. She’s consistently produced books that I love to read and never regret buying. I know when I start one of her stories, I will be entertained, and invariable, she’ll make me smile, chuckle, or even laugh out-loud a few times between the beginning and the end. I’d love to be able to question her about her journey to get where she is now, and most important how she grew as a writer…the aspects of the craft she would consider to be the most important and how best to work on them. And, since she’s a best-selling millionaire, I bet she’d even pick up the tab!  
 
 
 
What a great choice!  I'd love to be included in that lunch date too. Nora Roberts writes consistently great stories with characters that stand out; and, she writes across so many different genres.  Moving along, tell us about your newest release.
 
 
My newest release is called “His Devious Angel”. It is a romance about a soldier just returned from the war in Iraq with Posttraumatic Stress Disorder and with a bad habit of speeding. And a girl who sees herself like she was as a teen—chubby and unhappy and not as she is now—slender and pretty. It's a humorous story, and the angel who resembles a young Johnny Depp is hilarious and gets our hero in and out of all kinds of situations In this book I've focused on dogs, puppy mills and family ties that will make you laugh and even cry a little. But the ending…it will make you happy. 
 
 
 
Do you have anything in the works?
 
 
 
Well…there's a bit of a story here to tell about the next book. You see I recently got involved (thank you Lord!!!) with the Indie Book Collective. After the April promotion called Lucky Days Free Par-tay they advertised that they were organizing an anthology called "Bullets, Brass & Babes".  And anyone interested in joining should write a short story up to 5,000 words and submit it. I thought it would be a cinch and so I wrote my story and sent it in only to be told that I had started the actual book. What they wanted was a short story introducing the main characters for a full-length book. Holy Mackerel!!! Now I had to write another short story about these characters and then still produce a full-length book. Wow – all I'd wanted to do was write a few thousand words so I could be a part of an anthology with some great, best-selling authors. What a blooming pickle!! Therefore you ask me what I'm working on?? It's a full-length suspense story called `You Shot Me!`` which will be the follow up to my short story  in the anthology called "Partners". (Shaking my head – with a sad, hang-dog look plastered over my chubby cheeks) How in the hell do I get myself into these situations??? 
 
 
I'm can't wait to read your short story in Bullets Brass & Babes.  I actually picked up my free kindle copy last weekend.  Where can we find you hanging out?
 
 
 
I have a really fun blog that I love to work on called Believe! 
Also, you can find me on facebook and twitter




 
 
I'm an author who loves to read up-lifting stories about romance. Add in some time-travel, or maybe an angel, and it makes the story more fascinating because of the incredible possibilities. 

Mimi Barbour was born in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada too long ago to mention the date. She lives on the beautiful west coast of Vancouver Island and writes her paranormal romances with tongue in cheek and a mad glint in her eye. Asked why she prefers paranormal, she answers - chuckling.
 
 
"Because it's fun! Imagination can be a lot more interesting than what happens in real life to so-called normal people. I love my characters, and my goal is to make the readers love them also. To care about what happens to them while the story unfolds. If I can steal my booklover's attention away from their every-day grind, absorb them into a fantasy love story, and make them care about the ending, then I've done my job."

 
And the 5-star reviews I've received have led me to believe that I'm on the right track!

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4 comments:

Joanne said...
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Mimi Barbour said...

Thanks for having me Laurie. The post looks great!!
Mimi

Stephanie Verhaegen said...

Looks great! :D

I prefer epub. :) Thanks!

laura carter said...

looks good. I prefer .mobi format :)