Romance

Endgame ~ part of the #MFRWHooks

Last 2018 stop for me, as I’m going to be off for a while (AKA vacation). Because of that, I want to give you a glance of Aidan and Summer’s endgame. They really can’t catch a break…

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The fucker who’d done it was dead. Who and where was the next one? Never mind the police officer parked outside Summer’s house. Never mind the Sheriff saying they were after a woman believed to be the key to this shit.

He wanted it done, and Summer and Kiki safe. He wouldn’t complain if he made it through with them either, since apparently, he was going to be happy but just case, tomorrow he was going to put in a call to his lawyer, tell him to change his will and leave all he had to Summer and Chloe. If anything happened to him, at lease his girls were never going to need for anything. Summer did great by herself, but that was not the point. He would do his part.

“Aidan?”

Her voice came, urgent, from the bedroom. Odd, she never spoke loudly when Kiki slept.

“Come here?” she said again.

The hair at the base of his neck stood up.

Her voice. Something laced into it, subtle and vicious. Fear.

“Coming,” he said, loud enough for her to hear him, but not enough to wake up Chloe. He opened the bathroom drawer, grabbed the bathroom scissors and put them in his back pocket, praying he would laugh about it in about twenty seconds.

He entered the hall. No light except the weak glow filtering from underneath the bedroom’s door, half open. Aidan walked in front of it and from there, he could see one side of the room.

Nothing.

Maybe he was being paranoid.

Slowly, the pad of his fingers pushed at the wood. It squeaked, a weak sound that filled a deviant silence. Something in the air hummed a song of danger.

Then he heard it. The sob, strangled and hushed.

Someone was in there with Summer.

His good hand slid to his back pocket, wrapped around the scissors. They would do no good because if whoever was behind this was any good, this time he wouldn’t take any chance. Whoever was back there was going to shoot first, talk later. No bullshit any more.

Aidan raised the injured hand and laid it on his chest, right where the tattoo of the Cross weighed.

I’ve never asked for anything. Now, I beg You. If You’re up there, help me. For her, and for the girl.

Aidan closed his eyes.

And burst the door open.

2018-12-03 04.49.27 pm

2018-08-26 02.32.14 pm

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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