I am so excited to have Viviana MacKade here to tells us about her book, All Those Miles I Walked and a fun Guest Post on astrology and couples. Welcome, Viviana!
Guest Post by Viviana MacKade:
I like astrology. I don’t really believe in it, but I like to read about my sign, or my friend’s, compare what’s right, and scoff when it’s so very wrong.
Even more than reading about sings, I like reading the couples compatibility.
I’m a Gemini; my husband is a Scorpio.
I’ve never found a website that says it’s a good match.
Like, ever.
We get First Prize in the Worst Pairing Award.
Apparently, I’m feisty and unpredictable, and he’s intense and mysterious. Yeah. Okay.
I have my head in the clouds while his swims in the depths of the ocean.
You get the gist.
Well, reading this stuff makes me chuckle, and also, to some extent, gives me some peace of mind when he’s in one of his weird moments {I literally just read this, and what the hell if it’s not the truth: Scorpios have a shit list comprised of people who insulted them or pissed them off exactly once, apparently. (but I also read this: Best sex of any sign.)}
Anyway, why am I telling you this? Because for the first time, to help me knowing and understanding Scott and DJ, my characters of All Those Miles I Walked, I used Astrology.
Let’s see.
Scott is a Capricorn, which means he’s risk averse, adult by the time he was 10, practical, and a closeted romantic.
DJ, a Sagittarius, is a free spirit, hates wasting time, optimistic, has tons of friends, and loved to travel.
They don’t have the best odds on paper, too, but just like me and Marco, they love each other and make it work. Sometimes with a fight, sometimes with a laugh, but it works.
About All Those Miles I Walked:
At eighteen, DJ had to make a choice–her heart or her dreams. Neither was wrong, yet either would break her heart. She chose the world. Over a decade later, she returns to Crescent Creek and to the one regret she’s ever had–Scott. Scott’s always been steady as a rocky reef. He’d loved once and when she’d left, his strong heart had crumbled like a sandcastle. Now DJ is back, and Scott wants nothing to do with her. The problem? They share Eva, a close friend of both, and now Eva needs their help. Because of her, he’s stuck with DJ and he’d be damned, the woman still gets under his skin. DJ is a free spirit who needs the road under her feet. Scott is a family man who wants to groom his roots. With danger on their doorstep and a baby to keep safe, how much are they willing to compromise for love?
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Extract from Chapter 1 All Those Miles I Walked:
“Hi,” DJ said when she was closer to him.
“Hey,” he replied.
He edged on her side, started for the door, but her voice stopped him again. “How are you?”
Oh, so she wanted to make conversation. Fine. He was civil enough to talk to her. “I’m well, thank you.”
“I’m taking some time off, finally,” she said with an unsure smile. “I saw your brother the other day.”
“Rhett is well, too. Thanks.”
She took a breath, clearly working hard at keeping her smile in place despite his frosty reply. Want to run now, do you? Scott
scorned
in his mind. After all, running away and disappearing for twelve fucking years when things got tough was how she rolled.
“This is awkward,” she all but whispered.
“No. Just useless.”
Temper had always had a way of sharpening the green speckles in her bright eyes. It surprised him how she cleared it out with a sharp intake of breath and replaced it with a smile. “I came by your restaurant with my parents, I think it was last year.”
“It was.”
“You knew I was there?”
“My restaurant, in my town. What do you think?”
She played with a huge bead of her necklace. “You could have come out from the kitchen, say hi.”
“I had nothing to say.”
“Okay, there’s no need to be rude–”
“I’m not. I literally had nothing to say. To you.” Years of repressed anger spurred out and he made no attempt to hold back. “Don’t get me wrong,” he kept saying, frozen steel in his pleasant tone. “I had plenty to say years ago but you disappeared into thin air, so I figured you didn’t overly care about what I got on my mind.”
Or in his heart, but he’ll rot in hell before telling that much out loud.
“There are two sides to a story.” An annoyed little edge flashed in her voice. Yes, he remembered it and how it meant trouble. He’d liked it back then in the way you like driving too fast on a scarred backroad. He’d liked it because he’d been green and stupid. As a settled adult, he didn’t care for it. He did not.
“Maybe,” he conceded. “But it’s one story, and ours is that you upped and left with not as much as a ‘see ya’.”
“I was scared.”
“For more than a decade?” He scoffed. “Please. You don’t have enough dedication for that.”
“Still stubborn as a mule.”
“I am. And you’ll be off again for god knows where in what, a week? Two?” He unhooked his sunglasses from the collar of his t-shirt, put them on. “You’re right, some things don’t change. Have a great vacation, DJ.”