He’s just a patient. Right? ~ part of the #MFRWHooks

You guys, we’ve arrived at the last book of the Crescent Creek Series, Aidan and Summer’s. Here’s a little bit not from the first time they see each other, but from the first time Summer has to hang out with him as a person, not a doctor. To her, it makes a huge difference. Of course, Aidan being him, he doesn’t help.

Chapter 4

In a handful of minutes, Summer would face Aidan Murphy and it was going to be a human-human interaction, not a safe patient-doctor one. It would happen while she was wearing very little clothes, was half battered in sand, and salt water had turned her hair in a nest. Salt-water-hair should definitely be a thing.

All right, all right, she was ready. Just a bunch of newly acquired friends hanging out on the weekend. No reason to be antsy, even though Aidan personified every breathing woman’s wet dream, the stuff of thundering night’s fantasies–shoot, quit the crap already!

beach-3446370_1920Summer tried to close the beach umbrella, a rather simple task when the brain was ready and able. Hers currently ambled around Aidan, though, so the umbrella’s metal claws crushed her finger as she tried to close it. Tears in her eyes, she clasped at the throbbing finger and prayed nobody had witnessed her glorious lack of finesse.

Damn Aidan. Never again would she allow her mind to tie together the concepts of Aidan, wet, dream, night, fantasy, ever again. Aidan was a patient and one of the pack; she was the newcomer who had to calm down.

Crappity crap. A thousand times, she muttered, checking for signs of a broken phalanx–nope, only painful.

Summer heard the boat’s noise change as it approached the nearby ramp and kept her back to it, using Chloe as an excuse to get busy until she wasn’t allowed to anymore.

“Summer,” Flo called. “Are you coming? We’re walking to the ramp.”

Summer took a long breath. I’m sorry, I realized I had plans with my TV tonight, I can’t stay. Or, if she wanted to take a more honest path, I’m sorry, I turn into a liability when men like Aidan are around. Great way to be nice with people who showed nothing but warmth to her. No, she’d get a grip and go with them.

He’s an ordinary man. 

A patient. Yes, that was the key. Only a patient. “Yeah. I’m, um, coming with you, I’m ready.” Sort of.

Taking Chloe in her arms, she followed in the women’s steps with DJ pushing the stroller cart and Flo holding Jax while they got closer to the ramp, and the incoming men.

Oh, good lord, look at him, holding the helm as it gently made its way to shallow water. She had to stop a few steps behind because good gracious, he was breathteak–shit, he’d seen her.

Standing tall at the wheel of the boat his eyes zeroed in on her with merciless power. Look away, her brain screamed, but she couldn’t. She might be a dedicated mom, a brilliant doctor, a good friend, and, on different degrees, she’d learned to feel comfortable in every one of the roles she had.

When it came to men? She was out.

When it came to Aidan? She was so far out.

Never flirty, let alone sexy, she pushed thirty-one and still had no clue how a woman interacted with a man. Well, no, not really like that. She’d had plenty of friends, colleagues, boyfriends, and hell, a couple of lovers, thank you very much. Today’s issue rooted in how to interact with a man who made her inquisitive mind work overtime, her fixer instinct switch on, and made her temperature go up by lots of unhealthy degrees.

The wind blew in his black hair, the sun of days spent outside was evident on his tanned skin, muscular arms. Let’s face it, he was the most beautiful male she’d ever laid eyes on. She might get some ocular trauma because of him, the kind you get by watching directly at a solar eclipse.

He stared at her too, and it didn’t feel exactly right. Neither annoyance nor dislike, or maybe a bit of both, made her want to turn around and leave so she wouldn’t have to talk to him. The dare in his eyes, though, convinced her to stay. He had no reason to be confrontational since he was still on the boat and they hadn’t exchanged a word. He’d seen her twice, and he dared her. To do what, she didn’t know. What the hell was that about?

She’d hold onto her pride. Yes. She had one, right? Yeah.

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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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16 Comments

    1. Hi Lisa, and thank you! The book is not really by the sea, although Florida could qualify, somehow… But Aidan and Rhett do love to go out fishing, and Summer was there when they came back. She was NOT thrilled. ;D

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    1. I did make it! I had major trouble at first with the permalink, Kayelle was so helpful! So here I am! You did read it, I still chant your words on it, along with another advice of two you gave me, basically every morning after coffee…

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