Furbaby Friday With Viviana MacKade!

I’m glad to have Viviana here to share her dearly loved furbaby and romantic suspense, His Midnight Sun.

Viviana: The first time I met Macdudly I was disappointed in him, and he growled at me. You see, I’d driven those 4 hours to get a puppy and yes, the family I’d bought him from told me he was six months old already and still with them because he was slightly too big for his breed (he was a West Highland White Terrier). In my head, though, I was going to get a puppy, not this already big dog with a crappy disposition.


He threw up in the car on our way back home. My jacket didn’t survive it, and I knew I was going to have to re-buy everything I got for him because he was not puppy-small. He kept the crappy disposition.

And by the end of the day, we were deeply, crazily, foolishly in love.
Mac was, hands down, the smartest, more emphatic, sweet, and funny dog that had ever lived on this earth.

I had just been diagnosed with MS. The therapy I was doing back then hit me pretty hard on a weekly basis, and I was trying to wrap my head around the idea that, even if the reaction to the therapy would get better, that crap was going to be the rest of my life. Mac felt my moods, and he would do something silly to make me laugh before cuddling close and nuzzling at me.

I took him with me everywhere I went: camping, in the snow, pheasants hunting in the woods close to my home. Mac loved running in the snow but with his fur so long, he always ended up blinded by clusters of icy snow on his face, and I had to keep talking so he had my voice to follow.

When I moved to the UK, my mom drove from Italy to Norwich so Mac could be with me. We visited Merlin’s cave and celebrated New Years in Edinburgh, sleeping in the car because hotels were way too expensive on Hogmanay.

He loved frozen peas, couldn’t stand grooming, and was the happiest when he dug holes and chased small game. Once we were in the Grand Paradiso National Park and I swear, I pulled him out from a marmot’s burrow by his tail… He was so going to get the marmot, and get me in so much trouble with the Park Rangers!

He was, simply, the best.
We always said he looked like Sean Connery (picture). He really did.
I’m still not over him, not sure I ever will, so until my son will ask for a dog, I don’t feel like having one. Even when that moment comes, it will be my son’s dog, the family’s dog.
But me? I’m Mac’s.

Blurb for His Midnight Sun

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?
5 Star Read

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About the Author:
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.

Find Viviana:
On her website http://www.viviana-mackade.blog/
On Twitter
Amazon Author page

Thanks for stopping by. Please leave Viviana a comment.

18 responses to “Furbaby Friday With Viviana MacKade!

  1. So glad you had Mac in your life. It’s difficult to lose a beloved pet, and in time, I hope you find another to bring happiness again. Your excerpt sounds fascinating! Congratulations on your release and I look forward to checking it out.

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    • Thank you. It’s really hard, especially when they do so much for you. He was more than a friend. He was the best therapy for pretty much anything I was going through. Thank you for coming by, and I hope you’ll give His Midnight Sun a chance.

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  2. Reblogged this on Viviana MacKade and commented:
    The one I’ll never be over with.

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  3. Thank you for having me, and Mac! To this day, I still get emotional when I think about him, and it’s been almost 7 years since he left. My sweet Mac.

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  4. Book sounds good, Viviana! Mac was a super dog to have in your life.

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  5. Beautiful post. I had the same thing – his name was Cosmo. We found him – abandoned – as a puppy. As he aged he got sick – went blind and deaf. I became his seeing eye human. I held him close as the vet put him down. Tears still fall when I think about this.
    And on to a happier topic – I read Midnight Sun and it is fabulous!!!

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  6. What a wonderful post, Viviana! Thanks so much for sharing “Macdudly” with us today. Though I’ve had many furbabies in my lifetime, my wee dachshund will always be my favorite. She’s been gone thirteen years, but I miss her greatly. All the best, Viviana!

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  7. Mac sounds wonderful. I am sorry he’s no longer with you but the memories of him snuggling and knowing just went to make you laugh, are priceless.

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  8. Pets can be like that. In some ways, they are easier to love than humans. In other ways, they can be more frustrating.

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  9. I really enjoyed your post. Our son has Westies, who we enjoy greatly, but the love of our lives was a dog named Thunder. He was a mutt with a lot of terrier and some shepherd. He looked liked Benji and was a fierce protector of the family. However, when the family cockatiel got on the floor, he gently picked him up in his mouth and lovingly set him beside me when I asked him to, and when the tuxedo cat swatted him in the butt every morning, he only looked long-suffering and went outside. Cheers to all the dogs we have loved and who have loved us more than we deserve.

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  10. Mac was a beautiful furbaby. I’m sorry for your loss.
    I lost one of my beloved cats, Niko, about five years ago (the only orange one in the bunch), and I still cannot get another orange cat because I miss Niko so much.
    Hugs to you. Our furbabies will live on in our hearts and memories.

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