Vying for Vivan
About this eBook
A Family Wedding...
As her brother's wedding approaches, Vivian Dunn is swamped. Between her course work toward completing her master's degree, teaching undergraduate students, and being a bridesmaid, she's spread pretty thin. When her best friend invites her over for a little R&R before the festivities, she's looking forward to taking the break she desperately needs.
A Growing Passion
Wesley Oaks has been friends with Vivian since their days in undergrad. Now, as he works toward his certification to go into private practice as a therapist, and juggles his day job helping disadvantaged youth, he finds he has less and less time to spend with her. Still, his feelings for her have changed, and he wants more than her friendship- he wants all of her.
A Shocking Admission
Vivian is floored by Wesley's declarations of love. What she thought was going to be a quiet weekend with her best friend becomes much more complex. She looks at Wesley with new eyes, and feels a spark of desire burning inside her. Her body says "Yes", but her mind has so many doubts. The stakes are high- both their hearts and a cherished friendship are on the line. Can this be real, or will it only lead to loss and heartache?
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About the author
I’m Kianna Alexander. I’m a mother, sister, friend, and avid reader. I also write like my life depended on it, because, in a way, it does.
I’ve been writing since I was a shy, introverted child of about ten. My stories provided an escape from a world that sometimes seemed harsh and uncaring. When I wasn’t writing, I was reading- devouring R.L. Stine’s Goosebumps and Fear Street Novels, Sweet Valley High Books, and the occasional Nancy Drew mystery. I was in high school before I discovered romance novels. I perused my mother’s untouched collection of Harlequin novels, and read the occasional clench-covered tome in the library. But at sixteen, I picked up Beverly Jenkin’s Night Song. That book changed my life, and I think that’s when the writing bug first bit me.
