ALL CRESCENT CREEK NOVELLAS HAVE RETURNING CHARACTERS,
BUT CAN BE READ AS STAND ALONES.
His
Midnight Sun
Crescent
Creek Book 3
by
Viviana MacKade
Genre:
Romantic Suspense
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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Painted
Love
Crescent
Creek Book 2
Thou
shalt not steal.
Oh,
but Florence had, and would do so one last time.
Ten
pieces her grandfather painted for her because he loved her.
Ten
pieces her mother lost, along with anything else, for loving the
wrong man.
She
couldn’t get back everything he’d wasted away, but she’d be
damned if she’d give up those paintings.
Easy
and genuine, Rhett loves his life–his family, his market, his town.
Until he meets a British woman with grey eyes and a cute little
smile. The woman he’s been waiting for.
The
thing is, to love her is easy, but can he trust her?
When
Rhett pushes to uncover her agenda, Flo knows she will lose
something–the man she loves or what she’d been fighting for
years.
Which
road will she choose?
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All
Those Miles I Have Walked
Crescent
Creek Book 1
At
eighteen, DJ had to make a choice–her heart or her dreams. Neither
was wrong, yet either would break her heart. She chose the world.
Over a decade later, she returns to Crescent Creek and to the one
regret she's ever had–Scott. Scott’s always been steady as a
rocky reef. He’d loved once and when she’d left, his strong heart
had crumbled like a sandcastle. Now DJ is back, and Scott wants
nothing to do with her. The problem? They share Eva, a close friend
of both, and now Eva needs their help. Because of her, he’s stuck
with DJ and he’d be damned, the woman still gets under his skin. DJ
is a free spirit who needs the road under her feet. Scott is a family
man who wants to groom his roots. With danger on their doorstep and a
baby to keep safe, how much are they willing to compromise for love?
Crescent Creek, FL. July.
If that second pink line appeared, any kind of future was going to be over and done.
Wiping away cold sweat from her forehead, DJ tried to breathe. Her dreams, young, unfocused and blurred, might hover in her consciousness but the hunger, the thirst for the world, were as defined as the buildings of her hometown. Small, quiet, Crescent Creek. Stale.
Scott sat on the sidewalk of a deserted Pizza Hut parking lot like it was nothing, like their lives weren’t on the line. The scorching summer sun shone on his black hair. Behind his sunglasses, DJ knew determination gleamed just as bright in his dark blue eyes. Oh, he was freaking out. The twitch in his jaw, the tension in his stance said all. Yet here he was, cool as they come. “We’ll figure it out,” he told her quietly.
“There’s nothing to figure out,” she bit back. “Nothing, until the three minutes are gone.” She hooked her hands on her hip, paced. “There will be only one line. One line, and we’re free.”
God, it must play out like that.
Scott didn’t say a word. She hated him for such restrain. She would have given anything for some emotional reaction, something to crash her own temper and fear and anxiety against.
DJ eyed the white stick they’d laid face down on the concrete, leaned down to check the timer on the cell phone they’d put beside the pregnancy test.
One minute gone, two to go. Christ, she was going to throw up.
Fear zigged in jagged waves under her skin as she paced some more, uncaring of the heat, the heavy air, the sweaty clothes.
Scott's voice cut through all of it, deep and commanding. “You'll start school come the fall–”
“Pregnant at Berkley?” she snapped. “Yeah, sounds like every girl’s dream. And what about after? Uh? How am I going to study with a newborn?”
Unfazed, he kept taking. “I will move west with you, find a job and help you with the baby.”
“What will you do, Scott, really? Wash the dishes in some fast food?”
“If it's what it takes, yes." His fingers started to beat a fast tap on his leg, the only clear sign of disquiet. "Eventually, you know what I'm going to do.”
“Your restaurant.”
He nodded. “I will have it, I might as well start from the lowest bottom. My family will help, so will yours.”
Their families. Of course, they would help. Both she and Scott had grown up into that kind of love, that kind of support. Images of her mom popped and twirled into her head– exhausted after a day in court, yet helping her with a project for school. Sleeping on a chair at her bedside when she was sick. Giving up a big case because it would have meant being away from home for too many weeks.
Her father had been there, too, but in a different way. It was her mom who had to choose more. Give up more. DJ pressed her hands over her eyes. She wasn’t ready to give that total devotion to another being, still needed her own mother too much to be one. She wished she was in her arms right now. Her mom would know what to do.
DJ snatched the phone up. Two minutes gone, one to go.
“We’ll make it work, DJ. We’ll need some adjustments, but if we plan it–”
“Stop it! Don’t you see? Nothing will ever be the same if this is positive.”
As the first tear appeared and was hammered down, she could almost see them: her dreams of seeing the world, of studying, of learning what lived beyond Crescent Creek. They were disappearing as fast as a jet boat fading into the open ocean. “This can’t be happening,” she whispered. “I can’t let it happen.”
Scott rose. His mouth, so generous, so passionate, was a thin, unforgiving line. He didn’t reach for her, didn’t try to touch her. Simply stood in front of her. “What are you saying?”
She shook her head, opened up her arms only to let them fall at her sides. “I don’t know.”
She
Came With the Tide
Crescent
Creek Book 0.5
He’s
impulsive, fearless, and fun loving.
Erik
Axelsson, Ax, had it all: talent, fame, money. He’d lived the rock
& roll life fully and with gusto until it wasn’t fun anymore.
Without a second thought, he’d traded the spotlight with the
Floridian sun, and the guitar with a surfboard. Rich, and free from
anything - what more he could need?
She’s
innocent, scared, and in trouble.
Andrea
Smith escaped the life imposed to her when her parents joined a cult.
After years on the run, hunger pushed her to accept a stranger’s
offer for breakfast. She had no clue her life changed with that
simple ‘yes’.
But
the past catches up with her, forcing Andrea to choose what person
she wants to be: the scared cult member that obeyed in silence, or
the new woman Erik made blossom.
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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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