Please help me welcome a very very busy Viviana MacKade today. Viviana is here to share her romantic suspense story, His Midnight Sun with us. Welcome, Viviana! I’m excited to read more about His Midnight Sun and everything else you have going on.
Guest Post from Viviana MacKade:
Okay, so here’s where I’m at right now, literally (I’m writing this post on October 31. Halloween. How fitting).
When I finished touring for my last story, His Midnight Sun (the final chapter in the Crescent Creek series) I gave in and decided to go Fantasy.
It was September, I had a truckload of time, and I came up with two ideas.
One was for a standalone (I’m not going to be my own snitch, and tell you what it was, come on. I have to build expectation, you know?). I loved it, and even had the cover for it.
Then I had this monster epic thing. I’m talking a 4-book story with 4 couples, multiple POV, and intertwined storyline.
Guess which one I picked?
Yes, the long one.
And last night, when I had 20,000 words in, I realized it’s just too much.
Of everything: too many people to deal with at the same time, too many details that need more thinking, too little time {I have a personal deadline at December 13 because we’ll leave for a 3-week vacation, and I must have the skeleton of the story down for when I come back with a mozzarella-stuffed brain (we’re going to our families in Italy)}
And it’s a new genre for me, so I don’t; have the tools to face such a huge task.
I gave up.
Nor forever, the story is simply too good to be left alone, but I need to train my fantasy-writing muscle before tackling that giant.
Right now, it’s me vs Dwayne Johnson. Not even fun.
So, I’m back plotting with fire burning my tushy, plotting today so I can start tomorrow, just when NaNo starts.
So so so so so little time.
Because it’s not just writing. There’s also my other baby, my blog, that needs attention. We’re nearing Christmas, and Christmas novels are my not-so-guilty pleasure, so of course I have a #christmasatvivis happening there.
And there a Crescent Creek collection to make for November 25, for which I have nothing, nothing, for.
Anyway.
Vivi out. Got stuff to do.
Wish me luck, people. I’m gonna need it.
About His Midnight Sun by Viviana MacKade:
Tormented, fierce, and broken, sculptor Aidan Murphy has judged himself guilty. He yearns for love but pushes everyone away. He longs for acceptance but has lost the key to open his heart. Until he meets Summer Williams. Beautiful and smart, Dr. Williams promises haven for a man who believes he deserves none. All he has to do is let her in and risk his heart and soul.
Summer’s managed to keep her inner light alive, even through tragedy. She’s created a new life for herself and her daughter in Crescent Creek with loving, caring and fun friends–well, except brooding, breathtaking Aidan. She’s used to keeping away from his type, though. All she has to do is ignore the pull of a man who’s turning up to be much more than snarls and storms. Will her compassion and medical instincts let her?
Love can heal a broken soul and shake up a timid heart. Or it can unleash devastation and a thirst for revenge.
Will Aidan and Summer survive the storm?
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Excerpt from His Midnight Sun:
He needed a doctor.
Doctor Wagner, on the other side of the street.
He made his way to the front door, wanted to drop on his knees and die when light punched through his closed eyes.
The clinic sat just across the road, he could do it. Just cross the fucking street, mate.
Surviving instinct overrode agony and shading his face with a hand, he forced one eye barely open. No cars. He dashed to the clinic door and bust it open.
“Doctor Wagner!” he shouted. “My eyes, can’t see. Doctor!”
He barely noticed quick steps, but the hands? Those, he felt. Smaller, more delicate and cooler than the man’s in his home had been, they took a gentle hold of his arm. This person wrapped an arm around his waist for support but despite the lightness of the touch, Aidan squirmed off. What was with people grabbing him today? His eyes were on fire not his legs, he walked and stood no problem, damn it. “I need Wagner.”
Searing pain shot through as he tried to look around; he doubled over, palms pressed on his eyes as a woman’s voice reached him beyond the hurt. “Doctor Wagner retired last month, I’m Doctor Williams, I–”
Again, those small hands were on him. “Keep your damned paws off of me.”
Calm and peaceful, the woman kept on talking. “Can you see?”
“No, which is why I’m fucking here.”
“Then, somehow, I have to guide you into a room to check on those eyes of yours. Give me your hand, I’ve got you.”
The memory hit him with a pain harder, crueler than what chewed at his eyes. A fist in the guts and a whirlwind of dark memories.
Give me your hand, I’ve got you.
Nobody ever said those words before Aileen. Nobody ever did after her and, ultimately, even Aileen had betrayed them. But then again, he was guilty. Memories of what he’d thought they shared, the promises laying within it, had stopped hunting him for vengeance but hadn’t faded. They kept festering in the darkest corner of his soul, an infected wound feeding on everything he’d tried to outrun, outwork, outlive, and never did. So, in a way, it made perfect sense the new doctor spoke exactly those words, exactly when he suffered the most, when he was at his weakest. They shot straight from a past he’d blocked with no second thought or second glance; they ran under his skin, making the need to fight more urgent. “I don’t need to be carried around by hand.”
“Okay, all right. Think you can manage to get to room three, then? It is the first one on the left.”
He grunted a yes.
“Okay. Just so you know, by then whatever is eating out your eyes might have turned you blind for good.”
Fuck the pain, Aidan thought as sheer suicidal resolve made him wrench one eye open. It stole his breath and he barely made out shapes, but it was enough to give him a general idea of the way and he conquered his first step on.
“Are you serious?” the woman asked, following his slow pace.
“Nobody drags me around like a damn dog.”
“Look, I have a brother, so I’ve seen every testosterone-filled-nonsense but if you–”
“Stop talking.”
He heard a long, slightly irritated sigh followed by hurried steps ahead of him and after what it felt longer than a lifetime, he allowed himself to nearly pass out on the doctor’s chair in fucking room fucking number three.
About Viviana MacKade:
Beach bum and country music addicted, Viviana lives in a small Floridian town with her husband and her son, her die-hard fans and personal cheer squad.
Find Viviana MacKade:
- On my website http://www.viviana-mackade.blog/
- On FB
- On Twitter
- Amazon Author page
Thank you so much for having me, Madison!
Always my pleasure. Come back again soon.
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Thank you!
Sounds like she’s going to have her hands full. Good luck on the release and thanks for sharing the excerpt!