with Viviana MacKade
Featuring her novel Valkyrie Love
Welcome to Sharing The Love, Viviana MacKade!
You’re on a first date. What’s a dealbreaker that would see you walk away?
Ignorance. And I’m not talking about reciting Shakespeare, PhDs and the likes. I mean disregard of basic knowledge (flat earth, any conspiracy theory, any FB learned opinion and so on). Also, a close mind about how society is evolving in terms of representation and rights.
If you were a potato, what way would you like to be cooked?
Fried. Like, in oil, not air.
Have you ever been told you look like someone famous and who was it?
A lot of people told me I looked like Nelly Furtado, especially when I had dark hair.
You have your own late night talk show, who do you invite as your first guest? Why?
Jon Stewart. Intelligence, knowledge, and savage humor are a combination I can hardly ignore. I also may have an ongoing crush on the guy.
Of everything you’ve written, do you have a favourite and, if so, why?
Ok, I love them all and blah blah blah. Sure. Now. The character I love the most is Aidan from Midnight Sun. He is the most complex human being I had to work with. And the biggest pain in the ass. Valkyrie Love is the story I loved writing the most because it was an absolute joy. I had so much freedom building worlds, and different beings. I had an absolute blast.
About The Book
Valkyrie love never comes easy.
Brenna left Asgard with a curse on her name and a broken heart.
A Valkyrie now free and independent, for millennia her life had been great. Just great.
Then a bleeding Elf knocks at her door holding a baby.
Alexander Reed left the Marines and lost the wheel of his life.
A soldier without a worthy fight, he became everything he despised.
Until he ends up in the wrong backyard at the wrong time.
Fljóða, Queen of the Light Elves and last of her lineage, is an infant with a death sentence on her head.
Hunted by the Night Elves, her survival brings Brenna and Reed together for the ultimate mission: take the little Queen to safety in the Vanaheim Realm, deep in the Roots of Yggdrasil.
Not simple, but straightforward.
Or so it seemed.
Between flaming giants, demons, and an army of Half Breed determined to kill the Queen and conquer all the Elvin Realms, Brenna and Reed will have to face their inner monsters. Monsters appearing in the form of feelings neither want but cannot control.
Genre: Fantasy Romance
When you like or are falling for someone, as Reed recognized was happening, there are always these great romantic lines babbled by the hero. Lines as I’d follow you until the end of the world.
Well, he actually did it.
He hadn’t followed Brenna because of his feelings for her, though. Back then, he had none.
He had eyes and she was beautiful, so there was that. Would he have gone all the way to another dimension for a pretty face? Nope.
Brenna was different. He’d known it since the first time he’d seen her slaying monsters in her backyard and a person with her kind of courage?
He would go on a mission with, all the way to the end. A mission which, to him, tasted more like redemption, a chance to find the way back to the person he once had been, one with a solid moral compass.
A man he could live with.
She had an agenda, of course she didn’t enlist him out of a good heart. But for as much as it had pained her to admit it, another person, especially one with his background, was handy to have around for her mission. And in doing so, Brenna gave him a chance, a chance to clean his slate.
They both had crappy baggage; both had left those behind.
In here, in these roots, they were only Reed and Brenna.
Hell, he didn’t even know her last name, if she had one. And you know what? It worked. He didn’t care about her history, how she got to be this way. He only cared about the woman she’d come to be today, whatever byway she took to get to the here-and-now they shared.
The woman he was falling hard for. Maybe he had already toppled over.
A woman who currently disappeared into yet another dimension through a transparent rubber wall that sparkled if hit.
Damn, how crazy was it? How absolutely great, and crazy? Being in love, not the wall.
Reed didn’t have it in him to appreciate those portals.
In front of him, Mae’s head had already disappeared as she continued to hold onto his hand. Time to get his head in the game. Literally.
Only the elf’s arm divided him from the other side.
Linked to Mae, his hand crossed the invisible wall. He could feel Mae’s fingers in his, so it ought to be good news, right?
His arm went through.
And then he had to step into it.
It was like pushing through a thick wall of humid, hot, dense sponge. It reminded him of a cow’s nose and the image didn’t help any, despite his love for said animals.
As the wall moved to accommodate his shoulder and half of his body, it pressed on him. Mae released him, so now both his hands were free – one in the warm dwarves’ realm, and the other in the hotter, drier air of the Fire Realm.
He hoped, hard, that the protection he’d fashioned around their ammunitions would hold.
Reed turned his face toward the invisible wall and pushed all in.
A gummy wall pressed tight.
Hard to move.
For the longest moment he couldn’t breathe, and panic slithered through him. Until a different hand took his.
He didn’t need to see it. He’d fallen asleep holding her hand for long enough to recognize it.
It was all the encouragement he needed. He grasped at her hold, used her as an anchor, and pulled himself toward her.
He slid all the way out, and he nearly fell as pressure suddenly let go.
Lord, but the air felt good.
Oven-hot, dry air.
“Damn,” he murmured as he took in the new realm, still holding on to Brenna.
The sky hung heavy, clothed in the deepest, darkest shade of purple.
In front of him, rivers and rivulets of lava cut through brown land, bare and dry.
They looked like fire-bleeding wounds on dying ground. Sprinkles of glowing debris wheezed out from barren hills and short volcanoes. Sometimes, out of nowhere, the land would crack open enough to spit a mouthful of lava and fiery sparkles of fire in the black-hot air.
“Ugly,” he murmured, fighting and losing against the need to have Brenna closer.
He pulled her in until she was into his arms, found her stiff.
“What are you doing?” she asked, trying to keep her distance by placing her palms onto his chest.
“This place is miserable. Everywhere else we went, something was nice. Here? It’s simply dead.” He tightened the hold on her, looked at her and smiled. “I needed a shot of good.”
The best feeling in the world? Her response, how she gave into the hug.
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About The Author
Beach bum and country music addicted, Viviana lives in a small Floridian town with her die-hard fans and personal cheer squad: her husband, her son, and her daughter. She spends her days between typing on her beloved keyboard, playing in the pool with her babies, 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.
Valkyrie Love can also be found in the Loved-up Library HERE