Monday, February 18, 2019

His Midnight Sun by Viviana MacKade

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?

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Heat level 3 - 4
Romantic suspense, standalone
5 Star Read
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Other books in Crescent Creek Series (all can be read as stand alone, and all are .99 cents, or FREE with Kindle Unlimited)

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Aidan went out carrying the huge car seat he’d taken from Summer’s car, walked around the house to get to the truck. After a night of rain, the backyard looked more like a little lake than a backyard, his truck more like a little boat.

Chloe’s favorite car toy fell in the water when he started to take two smaller safety jackets while carrying the child’s seat. Hell.

He left the seat on the truck, retrieved the safety jackets, the beach towels he kept in the garage and threw it all on the boat. Then went through the headache of setting Chloe’s seat.

The battle was fierce, but he won.

And all the while, in a new, cozy corner of his mind, the thought of Summer in his home warmed him. It should not surprise him how good she felt there, the place where he hid for days to end free to be at peace or consumed by the fire of a calling stone. A home that rarely saw people. Yes, he had to open its doors every once in a while, like after a showing at the Art Gallery. He gloriously hated it, but those people came with a fat check and gave a nice home to his work. Aidan had been poor long enough to know money was important, and he could swallow his hatred once a year and throw a party. He always ended up drinking beer alone in his truck, anyway.

Summer, in the middle of his working room, flooded with light? Perfection. The run he’d made when Kiki had crawled to some chisels and hammers scattered on the floor? Good, after the scare had passed. Those things were dangerous, but he never had a reason to keep them all tidy. Now he had, and it settled him. A very odd feeling, one he’d get used to very quickly.

Once the seat was secured, he went to the trailer’s coupler to pull it up, walked to the truck to line it up with the trailer.

Damn rain, he really needed to hire someone to fix the draining, he admitted walking on the giant puddle to get Chole’s drowned toy.

He crouched down. Something blinked in the water, catching the sun as it bobbed up and down the muddy water.

For no reason other than curiosity, his eyes followed the little flash. Frowning, Aidan hooked a hand on the door frame, scrunched down and chuckled. A piece of electric wire.

Might have been the guy checking on the AC the other day. Might be–

Something else caught his attention. A little light.

His eyes went up until they met a black box attached at the bottom of his truck, where a tiny red bulb blinked.

The blood splashed down from his heart to his feet and left him cold. Mindless.

Some son of a bitch put a bomb under his car.

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.

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