Painted Love By Viviana Mackade

It’s out, my Painted Love is out!

It was part of the Lawbreakers collection and it has gone through a new round of edits, and has its pretty cover! Isn’t it amazing? I’m really happy about all the Crescent Creek Covers, honestly. Highest of fives to my cover artist!

I’m using so many exclamation points! But I’m so happy!

Okay, okay. Let’s be serious for a moment here. The story, Rhett and Florences’s, is in preorder and is going to be ON SALE at 0,99 $ throughout August. It will be FREE on KU when it releases August 15th.

Here it is!

Painted Love By Viviana Mackade


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?



2018-07-27 11.17.11 amExtract

Rhett Andrew Beckett thought himself to be a pragmatic romantic. If his heart knew how to fly, he believed in strong foundations and a legacy that would go on and on. A family to build from the ground up, to cherish and nurture. He also believed in love at first sight with common sense and honesty. Meaning, he’d lived through a couple of big ones and, when the initial blast had settled enough, he’d seen the misplaced feelings and rectified the situation.

Most of all, he loved love. The closeness, the tenderness, the responsibilities and care for another’s feelings. After many mishaps, he’d learned how to keep an eye on the foolish heart of his. It had given him a fair share of grief growing up, but experience taught him when to let it go free and when to shut it, when to use it and when timing was wrong. It had served him well and despite some scars, Rhett had dodged major heartaches.

Then, there was today. Defeating rules, ignoring good sense.

Florence Hastings.

Not beautiful, but interesting. Not sweet, but graceful with hash blond hair flowing in the breeze. A smile never going all the way through but compelling you to try to and set it free. Moody eyes, gray as steel one moment, soft as clouds the next. Full of secrets and hurt.

God, he was a sucker for hurt women.


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