Meet the Characters with Viviana McKade

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Hello and welcome to my blog for another round of Meet the Characters! Today I am featuring a guest blogger who has graciously agreed to let me do a character interview, which is my favorite kind of interview. Join me in welcoming author, Viviana McKade, and her characters from She Came With the Tide. It’s a fantastic contemporary romance with wonderful characters so without further ado here is the interview with Erik Axelsson and Andrea Smith.

Did you ever think that your life would end up being in a book?

Erik – Ever think about it? With all the work me and boys put into our music, I’d have been pissed if I weren’t in a book at some point. Now, the kind of book I thought I was gonna get into is another matter. I’ve always figured it would be a biography, or something about music. Nope. It was because of this lady here (he points to Andrea and smile at her). One more thing to properly thank her for as soon as we are alone. And there’s still time for a biography.

Andrea blushes, takes a long breath. Andrea – No. I never thought I would have a life to begin with, let alone being in a book.

What are your favorite scenes in your book: the action, the dialog or the romance?

Erik – Viv let us talking a lot, I liked that about her way of saying our story.

Andrea – I loved the action because it gave me real, physical closure with the past, and made me free to be with Erik. I’m not very proud of what I did, though.

Do you like the way the book ended?

Erik – I got the girl, didn’t I?

Andrea chuckles – Yes, you did.

Would you be interested in a sequel, if your writer was so inclined?

Andrea – I know that Viv will hang out in Crescent Creek for a while longer, she wants to meet other people here. I’m sure we’ll cross each other’s path again but as for us? I think we’re okay.

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


Erik – I’d always wondered if I would ever be able to holding onto someone. Then Andrea came along, and Viv put me in front of the answer.    

Andrea – The strength. She believed in me long before I did, to the point of taking my story to the world, and followed me all the way until I found out what I was made of.

What is your greatest fear?

Andrea – Waking up and realize my life now is just a dream.

Erik – That Andrea sees she can outsing me at any time–ouch (Andrea just punched his shoulder).

What do you think is your strongest attribute?

Erik – Accepting the changes of heart, and working hard to follow through them.

Andrea – I’m resilient. I didn’t know I was before meeting Erik, but then it hit me, what I was able to survive, and it’s not a little thing.

What do you like most about where you live?

Erik – When I came back for good, everybody here remembered and knew Erik, not Ax. They remembered my mom and dad, me as a kid. They followed my career, but it was easier for me to start over.

Andrea – And they are fiercely protective.  

What other profession would you like to try?

Erik – I love sports, so probably something with it. Teaching kite-surf, maybe.

Andrea – I never had a profession before. Or, more precisely, I was a wife and a cult member. I’ll love being Erik’s wife, but I’m much happier being in child care, even if I’m still in school.

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

Erik – If I can, I grab a guitar and sing along. Otherwise, I just sing. Kind of my thing-singing, that is.

Andrea – Yes, he did it for my birthday.

Erik – It was legendary. Classic happy birthday first. Then I started one of the Hurricane’s song, changed the lyrics to fit her, and the whole restaurant joined in. She wanted to dig a hole in the floor and bury herself into it.

Andrea – But it was also so sweet, so I ended up singing along, too. It was terrifying, and I loved it.


He’s impulsive, fearless, and fun loving.

Erik Axelsson, Ax, had it all: talent, fame, money. He’d lived the rock & roll life fully and with gusto until it wasn’t fun anymore. Without a second thought, he’d traded the spotlight with the Floridian sun, and the guitar with a surfboard. Young, rich, and free from anything – what more he could need?

She’s innocent, scared, and in trouble.

Andrea Smith escaped the life imposed to her when her parents joined a cult. After years on the run, hunger pushed her to accept a stranger’s offer for breakfast. She had no clue her life changed with that simple ‘yes’. 

But the past catches up with her, forcing Andrea to choose what person she wants to be: the scared cult member that obeyed in silence, or the new woman Erik made blossom. 


Erik brushed his palm on his prickling shoulders as the angry sun hit, leaving only salt where ocean drops had been a few minutes before. He revered in that roasting pleasure, in the blues of the sky and water surrounding him. Entertained by his unplanned guest, he pulled his dripping hair into a messy bun.

It had been a good day for surfing, with waves still crashing on the shoreline. The rumble must have hidden the croaky zip of the tent’s zipper because when he looked down at the entrance, he found two huge brown eyes staring at him.

The echo of lifetimes ago, distant, feeble, poked at him. The feeling dwelling into his heart after his parents had died, now lingered on her delicate features. Fear.

The girl took a breath, clenched her teeth and crawled out. She rose on all of her five feet five or so. “Who–” she cleared her throat. “Who are you?”

Wasn’t that a question he wasn’t used to? Everybody knew Ax and the Hurricanes. He’d spent ten years of his life on everybody’s mouth, eyes and above all, ears. Newspapers. TV. Concerts. Surprise for the question shadowed the male appreciation of the woman in front of him. For now. He’ll so be back at that.

“I think the question is, who are you?” he retorted, crossing his arms over his chest.

“A camper.”

“Well, camper, your tent is on my property, in case you missed that,” he said pointing at the Private Property notice on the berm not far from her den. He had to invest some money into a proper sign, he thought when he eyed the rusty, barely visible sign. “My house’s back there, anyway.”

She turned around, took those details in. “Oh.”

Erik used that time to make some math. A girl, alone, in an old tent. The black bag he’d peeked to with clothes in it. That look in her eyes. He sighed. “You hungry?”

She nodded.

“Let’s go.”

He took his surfboard and turned to go. “What?” he asked when she didn’t move.

“I–I don’t know you.”

Yeah, okay, back to that. She either had lived on the moon for the past fifteen years or was bullshitting him. He would give her the benefit of the doubt because she was hot, and keep Sheriff Charlie on speed dial for a while. He turned around. “I’m Erik Axelsson.”

He waited for his name to dawn on her. Nothing. Seriously?

“I’m Andrea Smith.”

“All right, Andrea Smith. I’m hungry, covered in sand, and the sun is cooking my brain. I’m going in, you do as you please.”


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Meet Viviana:vivi-author-pic

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.

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On Goodreads

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Thank you for joining us today! I hope you enjoyed this round of Meet the Characters and will join us again next week!



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