'Tis the Season: A Collection of Mimi's Christmas Books

by Mimi Barbour

  TIS THE SEASON

  Praise for Mimi Barbour

  “SHE’S ME is a delightfully deep read.”

  ~ Kimber, Fallen Angel Reviews (4 Angels)

  “Quirky and sparky and Ms. Barbour gets the mix right…. [HE’S HER is] a great little story. Recommended.”

  ~ V. Scurfield, WRDF (Fantastic, Stays on Shelf)

  “You definitely need to pick up WE’RE ONE and all the other stories in this series. You will not be disappointed.”

  ~ Roberta, You Gotta Read Reviews

  (rated You Need to Read)

  “These three enchanting novellas entertain with tales of time travel and body sharing. The stories of growth, transformation and sweet love are inventive, the characters unforgettable, and the dialogue well written.”

  ~ Gail Pruszkowski, R.T. Review (4 Stars)

  “THE VICARAGE BENCH…is a truly delightful read. I was captured by the events but the characters kept me reading…. All three enjoyable [stories] are tied together by a vicarage bench, a special rose bush, and the admirable Dr. Andrews.”

  ~ Pamela Denise, Romance Junkies,

  Blue Ribbon Reviews (rated 4.5)

  “Humor, heartbreak, silliness and sensual tension…a book that will most certainly be staying on my ‘to be read again’ shelf. TOGETHER AGAIN …a job well done. I look forward to reading the other books in the series. This is definitely a book I highly recommend.”

  ~ Val, You Gotta Read Reviews

  (rated: You Need to Read)

  “I really enjoyed [TOGETHER AGAIN]. Mimi tackled something that was complicated on a number of levels and pulled it off beautifully. It was so much fun to read.”

  ~ award-winning, multi-published Author Susan Fox

  Also Author of

  Vegas Series

  Action–Packed Thrillers!

  Partners – (Book 1)

  Roll the Dice (Book 2)

  Vegas Shuffle (Book 3)

  High Stakes Gamble (Book 4)

  Spin the Wheel (Book 5)

  Let it Ride (Book 6)

  The Vicarage Bench Series

  Spirit Travel at its Best!

  Vicarage Bench Anthology – (Books 1-3)

  She’s Me – (Book 1)

  He’s Her – (Book 2)

  We’re One – (Book 3)

  Together Again – (Book 4)

  Together for Christmas – (Book 5)

  Angels with Attitude Series

  Angels Playing Cupid!

  The Angels with Attitudes Series – (Books 1-3)

  My Cheeky Angel – (Book 1)

  His Devious Angel – (Book 2)

  Loveable Christmas Angel – (Book 3)

  Other Titles

  The Surrogate’s Secret

  Christmas Runaway

  Mimi’s Mix

  Main Menu

  Start Reading

  Copyrights

  About the Author

  My Contact Page

  Other Works by Mimi Barbour

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  Christmas Runaway

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  Loveable Christmas Angel

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  Together for Christmas

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  She’s Not You

  CHRISTMAS RUNAWAY

  Sara Hanson was miserable. What in the world had possessed her to give her young son Kai permission to spend Christmas holidays with his best friend’s family in Hawaii? Three months ago when the topic came up, he’d worked on her. Not having the heart to refuse, she’d caved. Obviously, she hadn’t thought about the fact that she’d be left alone on her favourite day of the year.

  Blinding snow made driving almost impossible. She shouldn’t have waited so long to start back home. But she couldn’t leave Nanaimo without making sure that his plane had taken off safely and arrived the same way in Vancouver, then a stop at the mall for life-saving necessities such as chocolate and a favourite bottle of wine. Add a few more stops, like dinner at her favourite Thai restaurant and a movie that should have made her laugh but didn’t, and here she was driving home too late, and through weather that had deteriorated dreadfully. Ice formed in sheets on the roads as the thermometer dropped when night fell, and treacherous didn’t begin to describe the conditions.

  Thankful that Pegi, her Samoyed, had travelled with her, she turned to pet the whining animal. “Don’t worry girl. We’ll be fine on our own. Kai deserves to be with his friends for Christmas. You and I’ll celebrate with a spinster party just as soon as we get back to our cozy fireplace. We’re not too far now, and as long as I go slow, we’ll get there.”

  Her pet still seemed agitated, and so Sara opened the passenger window a little, knowing how much her dog liked to stick her nose out and breathe in some fresh air.

  The radio had been acting up for the last few miles and finally became so distorted she shut it off. A loud cracking noise had her squinting through the blinding snow to see if a problem lay ahead on the road. She couldn’t see anything but huge flakes of never-ending snow that her windshield wipers had a hard time to clear. All of a sudden the street lamps flickered and went out leaving the highway totally black. Only her headlights gave light and some solace, as they filtered through the mesmerizing curtain of blinding white.

  Unexpectedly, Pegi lunged at the passenger door next to her and barked. Without thinking, Sara stepped hard on the brake, which forced the car to fishtail. Like an aircraft on takeoff, it glided to one side of the road, and overcompensating the turn made the vehicle head straight to the other side and into the ditch.

  “Pegi? What in the world is wrong with you, girl? Stop that noise. Look what you made me do.” She wailed the words and grabbed for the dog’s collar at the same time. “Settle down.”

  But the agitated animal continued her uproar. She seemed to sense that the only way out was on Sara’s side. Climbing on her lap, sharp toes digging in, whining and quivering, she demanded to be let out.

  “Wait till we get home. Pegi, stop this nonsense.” She tried to push the huge, furry white monster back over to her side of the car, but to no avail. Pegi wouldn’t let up, and instead, became even more forceful by licking her face and butting Sara with her head.

  “Fine. I’ll open the door, but you can’t run off. You hear me? Stay close.” Sara grabbed her gloves and the flashlight she always carried under her seat and shut the car off. She left the lights on as a safety precaution, and released the latch only to have the weight of the big animal wrench the door from her hand. It swung open, and in a flash, the distraught, barking dog sailed out and disappeared. Frustrated, Sara stepped out of the car only to land on her backside. “Damn ice,” she muttered, as she carefully got to her feet only to see her dog bounding through the snow behind them. “That’s it, you dumb beast. Ever heard of the pound where they stick crazy canines in cages and feed them dried veggies pellets?”

  Commands for the dog to ‘get back here right now’ got no response. Now I’ll have to go and get her, she thought. Bloody hell! That’s all I need—fall face first in a snowbank and get my feet soaked chasing an untrained, bratty pet. “Arrggg!”

  The barking plus the trampled snow gave Sara an indication of Pegi's direction. Sputtering and swearing divested a little of her rising ire and lowered her blood pressure somewhat, but to say she felt annoyance eating into her stomach lining would be putting it mildly.

  The staccato yelping continued and rose to frenzied proportions. Sara started into the direction the noise came from. She knew she couldn’t leave her big baby out in the night alone.

  Chiding whatever impulse made her choose to wear her fashionable high-he
eled boots over the practical ones she usually preferred had her shaking her head. She put on her gloves, powered her flashlight, and started in the direction of her dog’s cries.

  Wet, sticky snow had built up over a foot high on the roads, in some places even higher, and was much worse when she headed for the side. The trees were thick and the gullies deep with lots of brush under the snow to trip her up. In her anxiety, the first stump she fell over only earned a grunt and a groan, but the next few made her let loose with some of her more colourful cusses. Only her determination to beat her dog senseless kept her going. Like that was going to happen. Pegi, the fanciful canine that believed she was human and had rights to the end of her mistress’ bed was the most spoilt animal in the world. The fear that her pet might be in trouble was what drove Sara on.

  Rocks barred her way, branches ripped at her legs while her indulgent, twelve-dollar pair of silk stockings became their victim. To stop never entered her mind. Her beloved’s begging cries and her own stubborn streak forced her onward.

  Finally, her flashlight beamed on the silly crazed mutt and instead of returning to her mistress when ordered, the creature led her further into the woods. Just when Sara decided not to play this insane game any longer, Pegi ran up to a dark mass leaning against a tree. It was then she saw movement and heard the murmur of a female’s voice.

  Sara rushed forward to drop to her knees beside the quivering youngster. Shushing the distraught dog, she knelt down and shone her flashlight into the face of a frightened teen. “My God! Are you okay, sweetheart?” Brushing the wind-blown hair away from the face of the frightened girl, she added. “Don’t be afraid. Pegi’s big, but gentle as a lamb. She’s barking because she’s worried about you.”

  “I can’t believe you’ve come. I gave up hope.” The young voice broke, and Sara watched as the girl bit her lip. Amazed by her control, Sara waited. “Your dog woke me and keeps pushing at me to get up, but I’ve hurt my ankle, and I can’t. It’s swollen and won’t take my weight." Now sobbing, the youngster’s fear came through loud and clear.

  Once Sara was able to make out the girl’s features, she guessed she was probably twelve or somewhere around that age. The bluish tinge to her lips, and her shivering, told Sara that hypothermia had started to set in, and getting her back to the car became her top priority.

  “Look sweetheart, I need you to stay with me. Don’t pass out again. I’m going to piggyback you to my car on the highway, and we’ll get you warmed up. Okay? Now tell me what you’re doing in these bushes and so far off the highway.” She boosted the girl up and gave her the light so she could shine it in front of them. Lifting her the same way she’d carried Kai to bed before he'd gotten too old, she balanced the weight on her back and held on to the arms around her neck.

  “I got angry at my dad and ran away. I stayed off the highway so he couldn’t find me. Once the snow started, I decided to try and get back to the road, but I tripped over a tree and must have hit my head. I think I passed out for a while. When I came to, I couldn’t remember which way to go. It was dark and I couldn’t see. My foot hurt so much, that I…I.” Her sobs now made understanding her words impossible.

  “Don’t cry, honey. I’ve got you and you’re going to be fine. Oops…” By paying attention to the child, and not where she headed, Sara smashed into a rock and took a good hit to her knee. A strong back and good muscle tone kept her from dropping her passenger and going down altogether, but her blasted heels kept giving way so her ankles wobbled back and forth like a kid in her first pair of skates. “My name is Sara Hanson and this mutt is my dog Pegi. What’s your name?” Sara knew she had to keep the girl talking.

  “I’m Amy Watson. My dad is the new director for the Oceanside Clinic. He’s also a doctor.”

  “We need doctors in this community, so I’m very glad to welcome you both. Look, you can see the headlights which means we’re almost there. Hopefully we’ll have cell phone access, but out here it’s not great at the best of times. And with this storm, who knows?” Slithering and sliding, bent almost in half, and often leaning on her oversized dog, after a good fifteen minutes, Sara finally got them to where the car sat lopsided in the ditch.

  Amy slid off Sara’s back and balanced on her good foot, using the car as a leaning post. It took precious moments for Sara to pry open the back door, but finally the latch gave, and she helped Amy slide onto the car. “Lay back, honey. Put your feet up on the seat. That’s good.” It took only moments to get herself and Pegi into the front and to start the engine so the heater blasted warm air. Once settled, she removed her coat and took off the fuzzy sweater underneath and piled both on Amy whose teeth chattered incessantly.

  Despite the chapped lips and reddened cheeks, Sara could see the girl was a beauty.

  Auburn hair, naturally curly, had escaped from a ponytail and formed tiny ringlets around her pretty face, highlighting her drenched emerald eyes. Thank goodness her slender body hadn’t weighed overly much, or Sara wouldn’t have been able to carry her.

  “Thank you. Your sweater feels warm. I can’t stop shaking. Wow, I never really understood how cold—cold could be.” Amy’s chattering sounded weird with her teeth clicking continuously.

  Agile from years of yoga, Sara manoeuvred herself past the floor console and into the back seat where she checked Amy’s swollen leg. “Can you move your foot? I think it’s best to leave the boot on. It’s keeping the leg from swelling worse.” Not being great at first aid, Sara had always relied on her nursing neighbour to bandage Kai’s scrapes and wounds most active boys suffered. “I wish your father was here.”

  Even though the words “me too” were whispered, Sara heard them distinctly. "Dad is going to kill me when I get home. He’s so busy with his new job; he hasn’t had time for me at all. I miss my friends in Vancouver so much, and I only wanted to spend a few days with them over the holidays, but he refused to consider it. Said he had no time to bring me there. Like I couldn’t take the ferry myself. Treated me like a kid, and freaked out when I pushed him on it. You know, I’ve tried to understand about his work, really I have. But he doesn’t care that my life is over or that I have no friends here or that I’m miserable.” Tears gushed and streamed, drenching her cheeks and pouting lips.

  Immune to displays of self-pity, Sara added. “So to fix him, you ran away in a snowstorm to hide in the woods. Where you could have died rather than sit the foolish man down, explain your feelings, and talk to him like an adult.”

  “He doesn’t listen.”

  “Do you talk? Or scream and pout?”

  The silence was telling. “I’m a brat, aren’t I? I’m so sorry.” She held her hand toward Sara, pleading for comfort, and Sara could no more ignore the gesture than stop the hug that followed. Pegi, bounding over to land on top of them, broke up the moment and had them laughing.

  “Get into the front Pegi. Amy’s fine now.” Sara smoothed the girl’s long straggly hair from her face and kissed her cheek. “She could never stand it when my son and I got into a battle either. From the first sign of tears, she’d do anything to stop the war.”

  Sara reached into her pants pocket and pulled out her cell phone. “I need to call for help. I haven’t seen anyone else on the road since we got here.”

  The bars pointed to a full battery, but the words ‘No Service’ illustrated clearly they were out of luck. Darn it! Sara thought through her options and decided she had no choice.

  “Amy, we can’t keep the car going, or we’ll run out of gas. We’re stuck too deep in the snow for me to drive out, and my house is too far for me to carry you. Our only hope is for me to try and find a signal further up the road and call a neighbour who doesn’t live too far away. He has a four-wheel drive vehicle and would come and get us. Look, there’s a straight stretch past the curve up ahead. I’ll try there. Give me your father’s number so I can add it into my address book and I’ll call him also.”

  She carefully copied the numbers and then redressed in her coat and
gloves. Before she left the vehicle she reached into the bag on the floor by the front seat and pulled out a fancy parcel. “In the meantime, here’s a huge bar of chocolate for you to nibble. I’ll be back as soon as I’ve reached someone.”

  She pulled on her headlights, pushed the heavy door with all her might to dislodge the recent snow, and heaved herself out. “No Pegi. You stay and keep Amy company.” With a shove on the animal’s chest to push her back, she slammed the door, then slid and fumbled her way to where she surmised the road lay. So much snow had fallen in the last twenty minutes that without the faint treads from her tires, she’d never have found the highway. Her skewered headlights illuminated the curve sign, and using baby steps, she glided in that direction. Holding her phone in front of her, Sara prayed for a change.

  She stopped to get her bearings, and what she saw made her shudder. Wind, that earlier was quite light, had picked up to almost gale force. Banks of snow had formed everywhere, and the blizzard conditions made walking so treacherous, she had no idea how she stayed upright. Her hair whipped out from under the turned-up hood on her coat and slapped at her cheeks and eyes forcing tears to overflow, all but blinding her.

  How could a perfectly ordinary day turn out so badly? Here she was stuck in a ditch in one of the nastiest snowstorms she’d ever seen, with an injured runaway in her car, and if she couldn’t get her phone to work, no way to get help. Things couldn’t get much worse.

  Blaringly loud, the honking horn made her spin around and instinctively dive for where she hoped lay the edge of the road, but not before seeing the driver fight the wheel of an SUV gone loco. The crash, buffeted by so much snow, didn’t sound half as loud as she expected. Dazed, and lying on her side, she watched the front end of the vehicle plough through the drifts of soft snow, dip into a gully, and became wedged, looking like a one of those chauvinist joke videos they send over the internet depicting women drivers.

  Stunned, she lay there, gathering her scattered wits and questioning the higher power about his sense of humour.