Meet the Characters with Viviana Mackade

gunsforangels_for_amazon-copyHello and welcome to my blog for another round of Meet the Characters! Today I am featuring a guest blogger who has graciously let me do another character interview, which is my favorite kind of interview. Join me in welcoming author Viviana Mackade, and her characters from Guns for Angels. It’s a fantastic Romantic Suspense with wonderful characters, so without further ado here is the interview with Ann Holloway and Mark Carson.

What do you do for a living?

Ann: “I used to work as a yoga teacher, Mark was a Marine. We have our own fitness center now, Mary and Mouse’s. I still teach yoga there and do massages. Mark teaches self-defense classes. He taught me a while back, it’s thanks to him I escaped when Benson had us kidnapped.”

Did you have a hard time convincing your author to write any particular scenes for you?

Mark: “No, Viv is nosy like that. If anything, I wouldn’t have minded being left alone when I with with Ann and, you know, we got together.”

Ann patted his hand: “He’s a bit old fashion.”

Mark, muttering: “Damn right, I am.”

What do you like to do when you are not being actively read somewhere?

Ann: “We love the beach. I’ve always lived in big cities, so when we leave Miami for the weekends we spend as much time as we can on the coast.”
Mark: “Sometimes my sister and her family tag along, and my brother in law and me try to fish with horrible results.”

What is your least favorite characteristic your writer has attributed to you?

Mark: “I’m not that angry.”

Ann: “You’re not now, but you used to be, Mark. It’s okay, we have this yin/yang thing working to us. Back to your question, I’m okay with how she wrote me. She captured my essence well, the good and the bad of it.”

What do you wear when you go to sleep?

Ann: “I try to wear a t-shirt, but-”
Mark, with a smirk: “It doesn’t work that often.”

What do you think your greatest weakness is?

Mark: “This lady here.” He points at her with his thumb. “Hands down.”
Ann kisses his cheek, chuckles before returning to my question: “I tend to be too-”

Mark: “Naïve.”

Ann: “Nice.”

What sound or noise do you love?

Mark: “Silence, or quiet noises like waves, or the wind. And Ann’s laugh. I’ve had enough chaos as it is.”

Do you believe in ghosts/evil spirits/mysticism? Would you spend the entire night in a remote haunted house?

Ann: I believe in energy, some of it could stay trapped here on Earth, make the base for all the ghost stories. And no, I wouldn’t stay in a haunted house. Chances are, the energy left behind is the bad kind. Better steer clear of it.”

Are you a morning person or a night owl?

Mark: “We’re both morning people. She loves sunrises, and I was in the Marines for a long time.”

How do you react when people sing “Happy Birthday” to you in a restaurant?

Ann: “Love it!”

Mark: “I’d hate it.”

Ann turns to him. “Nobody ever did it for you?”

Mark: “Don’t even think about it.”

Ann: “How do you know you’d hate it if you’ve never tried? You did the same thing for meditating, rejecting it. And now you’re good.”

Mark: “I like it because I do it with you.”

Ann: “Aww… Okay. We can try something small, like me singing in a very low voice.”

Mark rolls his eyes, but a smile pulls at his lips.


She had to die. Yoga instructor Ann Holloway’s sunny life is wrecked when a group of men break into her apartment and kill her sister. A rough, broody stranger snatches her from the killer’s jaws, but she has no clue who these people were or the reasons behind their attack.

He was too scarred to really live. Burned-out former Marine and leader of the Team, Mark Carson thought he was doing a teammate an easy favor by picking up a couple of girls. How wrong. When his friend is killed, shadows build over the Team’s loyalty, and Ann’s life starts meaning more than his own, Mark is thrown into a different game. Now it’s personal.

From New York to sunny Miami, Ann and Mark run into a maze of lie, betrayal, and death, where love is the only, terrifying certainty.

And when truth unravels, they will risk all to survive.


Ann swallowed hard.

“The window crashed, probably in the bedroom, and the door sprang open. Mary shouted at me to run. I was close to the kitchen window, so I went down the fire escape and I started running. I heard them behind me, I think they tried to shoot at me but maybe it was just my imagination, it wasn’t noisy like in the movies. I didn’t stop to see if Mary was with me. I was sure she was, she’s always with me when we’re in trouble but…”

Ann pressed a hand on her mouth, shut her eyes against the memory.

“Did you see anyone?” he asked.

She shook her head. “Ah, just a glimpse of one of the men. Tall, I guess. He wore black from head to toe, and… he had blond hair, in a ponytail. I’m sorry.”

Mark looked at the window for a long moment. “Mouse had better tell me something more.”

He started to get up, but she stretched a hand over his arm, hard and tanned granite. Surprise at the touch shone in his eyes and it was gone a breath after, but he sat again.

“I told you what you wanted to know,” she said. “I have questions, too.”

“We’ll keep you alive. It’s enough.”

“I’ve just lost my sister.” The meaning of her word sit at her eyes and she had to battle away tears. “There are people trying to kill me and I’m in a terribly bad motel with a man who’s trying to help me, but in a very rude way. You must see that I need more than your name.”

“Bad motels owners don’t ask questions, this one was too drunk to see my face. That’s why we’re here.”

“That’s not what I asked and I’m running short of patience myself, Mark.”

She had meant that to be intimidating, but the low rumbling shaking in his chest sounded like a laugh. It was a good sound, given the circumstances.

He scratched his chin, taking some time before the answer.  “The Boss calls us the Team. We help people.”

“I thought the police was all about that.”

“Sometimes you can’t call the police. Sometimes you don’t want to.”

“Why wouldn’t you call the police if you’re in trouble?”

“People have reasons. Bottom line is, they’re in trouble, we help them, they pay us.”

“How do Mary and I fit into this?”

“Mouse called me. He knew your sister and-”

“How? I’ve never heard her talking about a Mouse. Not a person called Mouse, anyway.  Is that his real name? He must have had a hard time in school.”

His voice was dangerously controlled. “When I talk, you don’t.”

Ann mouth a sorry, gestured zipping her mouth. “I was still in New York after our last case. He was worried about a friend of his, Mary. He asked me to see that she and her sister were safe.”

“Safe from what?”

“It looks like she stuck her nose in something she shouldn’t have. Mouse convinced her to disappear for a while. We’ll rendezvous in Savannah.”

Ann nodded. “So you help people, you’re borderline outlaws, and you’re hard to find. You guys are the A-Team. Hey, stop glaring at me, I didn’t mean to insult you! The A-Team was very cool, and they always won.”

“Let’s go before I hand you over.”

“I’m sure you’d love that. Problem is, you don’t know who they are.” Ann got off the bed, and stretched her legs before she stood in front of them, hands on her hips. “I want to know who did this to Mary, who dared to hurt my sister, break into my home, and kick me out of it. You’re officially hired.”

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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 with her family.

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