When your Characters help you.
Aidan, the Hero of my last novel, had a rough childhood–and I’m hugely underplaying this. As a reaction, he closed the world out and hunkered down into himself and his art.
Well, it could easily have been me.
I didn’t have it as bad as he did, not by any measure. My father was a raging alcoholic, one who hung with the wrong crowd and because of it, I saw things no child of 7 should.
But I had my mom, my grandparents, and my little town that never failed to make me feel loved and accepted. It was a cushion that didn’t make me break.
The cracks though, those I carry with me, probably always will.
I hardly ever cried for whatever crap my dear daddy did, anger was my medium. It was easier getting mad, really mad, than sad and hurt. Oversensitive and empathetic, I made myself be the fighter I probably wouldn’t have been otherwise out of necessity. I didn’t like lit, I didn’t want it, but I had to in order to survive emotionally.
I had huge issues with trust, and only because my husband is the very definition of an honorable man I started believing in the male category again. I can trust him, people can trust him, and that means there are good men around.
But it wasn’t until I wrote Aidan’s story that I realized how much of an impact my father had on me throughout the years and most importantly, that letting go of the past might take off because of someone (my husband for me, Summer for Aidan), but it can’t be done by someone else. It has to come from within.
Aidan’s epilog came as such a catharsis.
It was like he was showing me the way. He got rid of his ghosts, so maybe it’s time for me to do the same.
He made me see it can be done. It’s worth doing it.
We have a trip to Italy planned for this Christmas, so it will be my chance to say my goodbyes–to bad memories, to people who are no longer here, to what can’t be changed.
Oh, how it will suck. But it’s needed.
This is the real power of books. Sometimes you have to see things from someone else’s perspective to find your way out from a problem, maybe even a problem you didn’t know you had.
I didn’t write Aidan’s story because of me, or my experience. It was his story, his demons. But it made me see mine, and made me want to do something about it.
So, thank you, Aidan and Summer.
Now I see the way.
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 revenge.
Will Aidan and Summer survive the hurricane?
Release September 15, available for pre-sale
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Liza's Review of His Midnight Sun
From the prologue, we know a young man dies by suicide and a woman named Lilith is hell bent upon revenge against the woman she blames for his death: Dr. Summers Wilkens. The odd part is Summers had only gone on two hikes with Stephen. But Lilith blames Summers for the loss of Stephen and she will have her revenge.
In Chapter 1 the story focuses on a lovely young woman trying to recover from her brother’s and his wife’s death. She has to ensure their beautiful baby, now her ward will live and thrive in her care.
To do so, she moves from Portland all the way to Florida. That’s basically the furthest point from Portland she could go and stay on the continent. There she meets a very odd man. Aidan carves sculptures. and he is seriously anti-social and presently his eyes are filled with sculpture dust and he can’t open them without excruciating pain. He stumbles across the street to the Dr. Clinic. Only his old doctor has retired, and Summers is the new doctor. He might be the worst patient ever.
However, time softens his bad behaviors... and eventually, they grow to like one another, then love one another. You might even forget all about the prologue as you fall in love with Aidan, Summers and adorable baby Chloe. Be warned, the author drops in Lilith and her plans throughout the story, so that you the reader knows, but Summers nor Aidan have no clue.
The characters are rich and authentic, and the dangers are real. You will have no choice but to read this in a single setting.
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. She spends her days between typing on her beloved keyboard, playing in the pool with her boy, and eating whatever her husband puts on her plate (the guy is that good, and she really loves eating). Besides beaching, she enjoys long walks, horse-riding, hiking, and pretty much whatever she can do outside with her family.
On my website http://www.viviana-mackade.blog/