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Mad about Mia

Mad about Mia

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by Millie Criswell

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Award-winning author Millie Criswell has won a loyal following with her gift for creating unforgettable characters with lots of humor and heart. Now comes her newest confection of a novel—a story filled with delicious passion and a delirious sense of fun!

It might be hard to picture impish Mia DeNero as a bodyguard, but what she lacks in


Award-winning author Millie Criswell has won a loyal following with her gift for creating unforgettable characters with lots of humor and heart. Now comes her newest confection of a novel—a story filled with delicious passion and a delirious sense of fun!

It might be hard to picture impish Mia DeNero as a bodyguard, but what she lacks in size she makes up for in determination. So when straight-laced Nick Caruso walks into her office and says he needs protection from the mob because of a book he’s writing, she doesn’t hesitate to take the job. Moving the studious author into her apartment seems like the best way to protect him from shady characters. But soon after he’s settled in, the thick, nerdy glasses come off and Mia starts wondering who’s going to protect her from this irresistible new client?

Posing as a geeky author on the run from the mob is making FBI agent Nick Caruso crazy. But if it will help him shut down a money laundering operation out of Little Italy, he can ignore the wimp jokes for a little while longer. It’s harder to ignore the sassy woman he hired to be his “bodyguard.” There are a number of things he’d like Mia to do to his body, and guarding it isn’t on the list. As things heat up—on the job and in the apartment—Nick begins to see he’s in danger of losing his heart to the woman he’s deceived, and who is determined to save his life. . . .

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Childhood is what you spend the rest of your life overcoming.

Hope Floats

"Broke, busted, disgusted, parents can't be trusted And Mia wants to go to the sea . . ."

Holding the firm banana that she'd brought for her lunch like a microphone, Mia DeNero belted out "Creeque Alley" at the top of her lungs, accompanying the Mamas and the Papas, whose '60s song blared from the boom box in the corner, while changing the lyrics slightly to suit her miserable state.

Actually, her state wasn't really all that miserable, just disappointing. The kind of disappointment that gives you that funny little sick ache in the pit of your stomach each time you think you might fail.

She'd finally opened her protective services business, The Guardian Angel, despite major protests from her parents, and had set up business in an old, smelly vacant storefront on Eastern Avenue; the place used to be a fish and chips restaurant and still reeked of old grease and vinegar. But the rent was cheap, and right now she needed cheap.

"Greasin' on American Express cards . . ."

Ha! Wasn't that the truth? Soon her credit cards would be maxed, and then she'd be in major deep doo-doo. And she was determined not to borrow a cent from her parents, or from Angela, though her big sister had offered to help numerous times. But Mia was too proud to accept a handout, and determined to make it on her own.

Failure was not an option.

Been there, done that!

Surely there had to be someone who wanted to hire her. Being new to the area, and not having the advantage of referrals, she'd placed an ad in the local newspaper, The Baltimore Sun, morethan two weeks ago, and had even passed out flyers to all of the local businesses in her area, hoping someone might need her services, or could recommend a friend who did.

Of course, Little Italy wasn't exactly the crime capital of the world. And there might not be too many people in need of protection. But she needed only one.

Plopping down in the rickety old swivel chair she had purchased at Carboni's Used Furniture, Mia propped her feet up on the equally battered gray metal desk and peeled her banana. No longer in the mood for singing, she took a bite out of her "microphone" and chewed.

Glancing around the small office, she grimaced at the badly dented metal filing cabinet, the ugly chair that fronted her desk, and the hideous bent-out-of-shape Venetian blinds covering the front window which she'd tried to clean before moving in and had ended up ruining in the process.

All in all, it was not a place to inspire prospective clients, unless, of course, they were Jack the Ripper. Though her diploma hanging on the wall behind her desk did certify that she had passed a bodyguard training course at the Serve and Protect Bodyguard School in Towson, Maryland. It was signed by Mike Hammersmith, her instructor, the man she'd nearly killed at the shooting range one day.

Mia had been a bit nearsighted-okay, a lot nearsighted-which made shooting a gun at any distance a bit problematic. But she wasn't about to let that little detail deter her. She now had contacts, though she didn't like to wear them.

Munching on her so-called lunch, which her mother would have found lacking-Rosalie DeNero was of the opinion that everyone should consume at least ten thousand calories per day-Mia focused all of her attention on the front door, willing someone to appear.

At this point, she didn't much care if it was a client. Sitting in her tiny office day after day, waiting for the phone to ring, or a living entity to visit, was not only lonely, it was damn boring, depressing, and totally disheartening.

Did she mention boring?

So when the front door opened, Mia was so startled that she shifted in her chair a little too quickly, trying to move her feet off the desk at the same time, hoping to present the best appearance to whomever it was that was calling. But she ended up pushing back on the old chair too hard, causing it to topple over backward.

Which was how Niccolò Caruso found her.

Nick leaned over the desk to make sure the woman who'd suddenly disappeared from sight was okay. One minute she was eating a banana and the next . . . Boom! Gone.

"Are you all right?" He pushed his glasses back up his nose and extended a hand, biting back a smile. Mia DeNero, with her Orphan Annie brown curly locks, was fifteen shades of red, but seemed otherwise unhurt.

"Yes, thanks. I was just daydreaming, and you caught me off guard. Let me assure you that I'm not usually so clumsy," she said, trying to right her chair and brush off her jeans at the same time. "How can I help you?"

Nick gazed at the pint-sized woman before him and wondered the same thing. She couldn't have been more than five feet, three inches in her stocking feet. His idea to hire Mia DeNero as a bodyguard might have been a little too rash.

Rash, hell! It was downright insane!

But he had a job to do, and she was going to help him do it.

"I'm in need of protection, Miss DeNero. I found one of your flyers and it was like an answer to my prayer." Nick hoped he sounded nerdy enough. He was certainly making himself sick.

Folding her hands atop the desk, Mia DeNero tried her damnedest to look professional and totally together. Unfortunately, there was a blob of banana clinging to the end of her pert little nose. Leaning toward her, he proffered his handkerchief. "Allow me. It seems you're still wearing your lunch."

"Oh, Jesus!" She shook her head, swiping her nose with the back of her hand, and then wiping the blob on her jeans.

Nick stared in amusement.

"I'm sure you think I'm a complete moron, but let me assure you that I'm a trained professional and very good in my field." Well, she was pretty sure that she would be good, if she just had a client to practice on.

Taking a seat, he arched a disbelieving brow and crossed muscular arms over his chest. "Really? And how many clients have you protected this past year, Miss DeNero? Can you provide references?"

She shook her head, her cheeks filling with color. "Well, no. You're my first one, actually. I've just opened for business, you see. But that means you're in luck, because I can give you our special introductory rate, and my complete attention." She hoped he was impressed. He didn't look very impressed. Maybe she should throw in a free pizza, or something.

He rubbed his chin. "I see."

Yanking a yellow legal pad across the desk, Mia picked up her pen, unwilling to let her first client slip away. "Let's start with your name, and the reason you need a bodyguard."

"My name is Niccolò Caruso. Perhaps you've heard of me? I'm an author."

An author! Now that was impressive. Mia should have guessed from the thick-framed glasses and ugly tweed jacket he wore. Tweed! She wrinkled her nose. Even the name was horrific, conjuring up old Sherlock Holmes movies.

"Afraid not. I don't have much time to read." A flaw she intended to correct. Someday. Maybe. Mia had made procrastination into an art form. "What kind of books do you write?"

"Mostly nonfiction. I've dabbled in true crime from time to time. And it's no wonder you haven't read any of my work. My books are out of print, unfortunately. But I'm presently working on an exposé of the Mafia, and I have great faith that it's going to recharge my career."

Mia's dark eyes widened. "Really? Aren't you afraid?"

"Well, yes, actually I am. I've had threats made on my life."

She gasped. "They're trying to silence you."

"That's right. But I won't be deterred. I intend to fin-ish my book, and the consequences be damned. That's why I'm here, Miss DeNero. I'm hoping you'll be able to help me."

Mia's heart was beating so fast she felt like a hummingbird on speed. The Mafia was big-time stuff. If she could pull this off-okay, the odds were slim, but her motto had always been "no pain, no gain." "Of course, I'll help you. I can offer you twenty-four-hour protection; that's twenty-four/seven, until you finish your book. Do you live here in Baltimore?"

"Yes, I do. What's the usual procedure in these matters? I've never hired a bodyguard before."

"Normally, the way it works is that I move onto your premises and live with you."

"Hmmm. Well, that's fine, if you're willing to put up with my elderly aunt. She's rather a cantankerous old bird, and well . . . I'm embarrassed to say that the house smells a bit odd. Of course, you'll get used to the odor in time."

"Odd? How do you mean?"

"Aunt Bertrice is quite fond of Vick's VapoRub, and the house reeks of it. Then there's the other-"

Mia held up her hand, fearful she would barf if he continued. She had a feeling she knew what the "other" entailed. "Never mind. I get the picture."

Hell! What was she going to do now? No way was she moving into some smelly old lady's house. But she abhorred having a roommate. Her last two had been disastrous. No privacy, no food left in the fridge. No way!

"We could get adjoining hotel rooms? I'm sure that would work."

Meet the Author

National bestselling author Millie Criswell didn’t start out to be a writer. Instead, she had aspirations of joining the Rockettes as a toe-tapping member of their dance troop, or tapping her heart away in one of those big, corny MGM musicals. Of course she was only ten at the time, had absolutely no talent as a dancer, and cannot be blamed for her failure to succeed.

To date, Ms. Criswell has written twenty-one historical, category, and contemporary romances. She has won numerous awards, including the Romantic Times Career Achievement Award, the Reviewers’ Choice Award, the National Reader’s Choice Award, and the coveted MAGGIE Award from Georgia Romance Writers.

Ms. Criswell resides in Virginia with her husband of thirty-two years. She has two grown children, both lawyers, and one neurotic Boston terrier.

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Mad about Mia 3.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
christyowens More than 1 year ago
I have read a number of Millie Criswell's books, and I really enjoyed this one. The characters are offbeat and enjoyable. I liked Mia and Nick, and did not get thrown by the implausibility of the situation (though other reviewers may have a point with that statement).

It is a good escape novel, not meant to be read very seriously, and is mostly for the fun of the characters. Maybe not the best book ever, but I enjoyed it as a light, quick read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Very boring story line. The characters were portrayed poorly Mia is disgusting in her ways, she's supposed to be irresistible to nick but then wipes her nose on the duvet cover or burps like an immature 30 year old. Nick was portrayed as a guy with no backbone at all. I was very disappointed in this book i wont even bother buying any newly released titles!
Guest More than 1 year ago
The back of the book sounded good and out of the ordinary, but after only a couple chapters i was quickly bored. The plot is minimal, the characters lacking. I was so unimpressed with this book that I could not even finish it. Do not waste your money on this!
Guest More than 1 year ago
The premise for this book is simply ridiculous which would hardly be noteworthy except for it's intent being utterly transparent. A completely implausible situation is set up just to get two people together where a more straightforward premise could have been substituted. I understand there was no doubt some humor involved in making the heroine petite but there was no need to make her also naive, clearly incompetent and set her up in an unrealistic and utterly unlikely situation. She asks the hero to move in with her before she so much as runs a background check. That alone was enough to render her as unbelievable and terrible at her job.
Guest More than 1 year ago
What a page turning adventure! It is impossible to suspect what will happen next!
Guest More than 1 year ago
FBI agent Nick Caruso goes undercover in Baltimore's Little Italy. Nick posses himself off as a nerdy-looking author writing a book on organized crime. In truth, Nick is trying to locate and shut down a money laundering operation out of Little Italy. One of the suspects is known to dine very often in the restaurant called Mama Sophia's. That is where Nick's idea to hire a bodyguard comes in. ........................ Mia DeNero has just opened The Guardian Angel for business. She is officially, on paper at least, a trained bodyguard. However, being such a petite lady, it is hard to believe Mia could be anyone's protector. She is getting desperate for business when Nick walks in her office door. To protect Nick from the mob, she must be near him constantly. So Nick moves into her little apartment, located above Mama Sophia's. ...................... **** Mia knows little about being a bodyguard. Nick knows little about dealing with a spitfire who is determined to protect him. It all adds up to fun and mayhem. Mia's family is huge and loaded with colorful characters that will tickle your fancy. ....................... The only real draw back I found was that it took almost one hundred pages before I ever met the real bad guys. During this time though, I was treated to Mia's extended family. If you have read Millie Criswell's previous books, then you will see many cameos of those past characters, and find out how they are fairing. A very good read! ****