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Welcome back to Virgin River with the books that started it all…
Wanted: Midwife/nurse practitioner in Virgin River, population six hundred. Make a difference against a backdrop of towering California redwoods and crystal-clear rivers. Rent-free cabin included.
When the recently widowed Melinda Monroe sees this ad, she quickly decides that the remote mountain town of Virgin River might be the perfect place to escape her heartache, and to reenergize the nursing career she loves. But her high hopes are dashed within an hour of arriving: the cabin is a dump, the roads are treacherous and the local doctor wants nothing to do with her. Realizing she's made a huge mistake, Mel decides to leave town the following morning.
But a tiny baby, abandoned on a front porch, changes her plans…and former marine Jack Sheridan cements them into place.
Look for What We Find by Robyn Carr, a powerful story of healing, new beginnings and one woman's journey to finding the happiness she's long been missing. Order your copy today!
- Sales Rank: #53126 in Books
- Brand: Harlequin MIRA
- Published on: 2012-12-18
- Released on: 2012-12-18
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.62" h x 1.16" w x 4.21" l, .46 pounds
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 432 pages
- Great product!
Review
"The Virgin River books are so compelling-I connected instantly with the characters and just wanted more and more and more." -#1 New York Times bestselling author Debbie Macomber
"Carr has hit her stride with this captivating series."-Library Journal on the Virgin River series
"This book is an utter delight."-RT Book Reviews on Moonlight Road
"Strong conflict, humor and well-written characters are Carr's calling cards, and they're all present here.... You won't want to put this one down."-RT Book Reviews on Angel's Peak
"This story has everything: a courageous, outspoken heroine, a to-die-for hero and a plot that will touch readers' hearts on several different levels. Truly excellent."-RT Book Reviews on Forbidden Falls
"An intensely satisfying read. By turns humorous and gut-wrenchingly emotional, it won't soon be forgotten."-RT Book Reviews on Paradise Valley
About the Author
Robyn Carr is a RITA® Award-winning, #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than forty novels, including the critically acclaimed Virgin River series. Robyn and her husband live in Las Vegas, Nevada. You can visit Robyn Carr’s website at www.RobynCarr.com.
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Mel squinted into the rain and darkness, creeping along the narrow, twisting, muddy, treeenshrouded road, and for the hundredth time thought, Am I out of my mind? And then she heard and felt a thump as the right rear wheel of her BMW slipped off the road onto the shoulder and sank into the mud. The car rocked to a stop. She accelerated and heard the wheel spin but she was going nowhere fast.
I am so screwed, was her next thought.
She turned on the dome light and looked at her cell phone. She'd lost the signal an hour ago when she left the freeway and headed up into the mountains. In fact, she'd been having a pretty lively discussion with her sister Joey when the steep hills and unbelievably tall trees blocked the signal and cut them off.
"I cannot believe you're really doing this," Joey was saying. "I thought you'd come to your senses. This isn't you, Mel! You're not a small-town girl!"
"Yeah? Well, it looks like I'm gonna be—I took the job and sold everything, so I wouldn't be tempted to go back."
"You couldn't just take a leave of absence? Maybe go to a small, private hospital? Try to think this through?"
"I need everything to be different," Mel said. "No more hospital war zone. I'm just guessing, but I imagine I won't be called on to deliver a lot of crack babies out here in the woods. The woman said this place, this Virgin River, is calm and quiet and safe."
"And stuck back in the forest, a million miles from a Starbucks, where you'll get paid in eggs and pig's feet and—"
"And none of my patients will be brought in handcuffed, guarded by a corrections officer." Then Mel took a breath and, unexpectedly, laughed and said, "Pig's feet? Oh-oh, Joey—I'm going up into the trees again, I might lose you…"
"You wait. You'll be sorry. You'll regret this. This is crazy and impetuous and—"
That's when the signal, blessedly, was lost. And Joey was right—with every additional mile, Mel was doubting herself and her decision to escape into the country.
At every curve the roads had become narrower and the rain a little harder. It was only 6:00 p.m., but it was already dark as pitch; the trees were so dense and tall that even that last bit of afternoon sun had been blocked. Of course there were no lights of any kind along this winding stretch. According to the directions, she should be getting close to the house where she was to meet her new employer, but she didn't dare get out of her swamped car and walk. She could get lost in these woods and never be seen again.
Instead, she fished the pictures from her briefcase in an attempt to remind herself of a few of the reasons why she had taken this job. She had pictures of a quaint little hamlet of clapboard houses with front porches and dormer windows, an old-fashioned schoolhouse, a stee-pled church, hollyhocks, rhododendrons and blossoming apple trees in full glory, not to mention the green pastures upon which livestock grazed. There was the pie and coffee shop, the corner store, a tiny one-room, freestanding library, and the adorable little cabin in the woods that would be hers, rent free, for the year of her contract.
The town backed up to the amazing sequoia redwoods and national forests that spanned hundreds of miles of wilderness over the Trinity and Shasta mountain ranges. The Virgin River, after which the town was named, was deep, wide, long, and home to huge salmon, sturgeon, steel fish and trout. She'd looked on the internet at pictures of that part of the world and was easily convinced no more beautiful land existed. Of course, she could see nothing now except rain, mud and darkness.
Ready to get out of Los Angeles, she had put her resume with the Nurses' Registry and one of the recruiters brought Virgin River to her attention. The town doctor, she said, was getting old and needed help. A woman from the town, Hope McCrea, was donating the cabin and the first year's salary. The county was picking up the tab for liability insurance for at least a year to get a practitioner and midwife in this remote, rural part of the world. "I faxed Mrs. McCrea your resume and letters of recommendation," the recruiter had said, "and she wants you. Maybe you should go up there and look the place over."
Mel took Mrs. McCrea's phone number and called her that evening. Virgin River was far smaller than what she'd had in mind, but after no more than an hour-long conversation with Mrs. McCrea, Mel began effecting her move out of L.A. the very next morning. That was barely two weeks ago.
What they didn't know at the Registry, nor in Virgin River for that matter, was that Mel had become desperate to get away. Far away. She'd been dreaming of a fresh start, and peace and quiet, for months. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had a restful night's sleep. The dangers of the big city, where crime seemed to be overrunning the neighborhoods, had begun to consume her. Just going to the bank and the store filled her with anxiety; danger seemed to be lurking everywhere. Her work in the three-thousand-bed county hospital and trauma center brought to her care the victims of too many crimes, not to mention the perpetrators of crimes hurt in pursuit or arrest—strapped to hospital beds in wards and in Emergency, guarded by cops. What was left of her spirit was hurting and wounded. And that was nothing to the loneliness of her empty bed.
Her friends begged her to stave off this impulse to run for some unknown small town, but she'd been in grief group, individual counseling and had seen more of the inside of a church in the last nine months than she had in the last ten years, and none of that was helping. The only thing that gave her any peace of mind was fantasizing about running away to some tiny place in the country where people didn't have to lock their doors, and the only thing you had to fear were the deer getting in the vegetable garden. It seemed like sheer heaven.
But now, sitting in her car looking at the pictures by the dome light, she realized how ridiculous she'd been. Mrs. McCrea told her to pack only durable clothes—jeans and boots—for country medicine. So what had she packed? Her boots were Stuart Weitzmans, Cole Haans and Fryes—and she hadn't minded paying over a tidy four-fifty for each pair. The jeans she had packed for traipsing out to the ranches and farms were Rock & Republics, Joe's, Luckys, 7 For All Mankind—they rang up between one-fifty and two-fifty a copy. She'd been paying three hundred bucks a pop to have her hair trimmed and highlighted. After scrimping for years through college and post-grad nursing, once she was a nurse practitioner with a very good salary she discovered she loved nice things. She might have spent most of her workday in scrubs, but when she was out of them, she liked looking good.
She was sure the fish and deer would be very impressed.
In the past half hour she'd only seen one old truck on the road. Mrs. McCrea hadn't prepared her for how perilous and steep these roads were, filled with hairpin turns and sharp drop-offs, so narrow in some places that it would be a challenge for two cars to pass each other. She was almost relieved when the dark consumed her, for she could at least see approaching headlights around each tight turn. Her car had sunk into the shoulder on the side of the road that was up against the hill and not the ledge where there were no guardrails. Here she sat, lost in the woods and doomed. With a sigh, she turned around and pulled her heavy coat from the top of one of the boxes on the backseat. She hoped Mrs. McCrea would be traversing this road either en route to or from the house where they were to meet. Otherwise, she would probably be spending the night in the car. She still had a couple of apples, some crackers and two cheese rounds in wax. But the damn Diet Coke was gone—she'd have the shakes and a headache by morning from caffeine withdrawal.
No Starbucks. She should have done a better job of stocking up.
She turned off the engine, but left the lights on in case a car came along the narrow road. If she wasn't rescued, the battery would be dead by morning. She settled back and closed her eyes. A very familiar face drifted into her mind: Mark. Sometimes the longing to see him one more time, to talk to him for just a little while was overwhelming. Forget the grief—she just missed him—missed having a partner to depend on, to wait up for, to wake up beside. An argument over his long hours even seemed appealing. He told her once, "This—you and me—this is forever."
Forever lasted four years. She was only thirty-two and from now on she would be alone. He was dead. And she was dead inside.
A sharp tapping on the car window got her attention and she had no idea if she'd actually been asleep or just musing. It was the butt of a flashlight that had made the noise and holding it was an old man. The scowl on his face was so jarring that she thought the end she feared might be upon her.
"Missy," he was saying. "Missy, you're stuck in the mud."
She lowered her window and the mist wet her face. "I.I know. I hit a soft shoulder."
"That piece of crap won't do you much good around here," he said.
Piece of crap indeed! It was a new BMW convertible, one of her many attempts to ease the ache of loneliness. "Well, no one told me that! But thank you very much for the insight."
His thin white hair was plastered to his head and his bushy white eyebrows shot upwards in spikes; the rain glistened on his jacket and dripped off his big nose. "Sit tight, I'll hook the chain around your bumper and pull you out. You going to the McCrea house?"
Well, that's what she'd been after—a place where everyone knows everyone else. She wanted to warn him not to scratch the bumper but all she could do was stammer, "Y-yes."
"It ain't far. You can follow me after I pull you out."
"Thanks," she said.
So, she would have a bed after all. And if Mrs. Mc-Crea had a heart, there would be something to eat and drink. She began to envision the glowing fire in the cottage with the sound of spattering rain on the roof as she hunkered down into a deep, soft bed with lovely linens and quilts wrapped around her. Safe. Secure. At last.
Her car groaned and strained and finally lurched out of the ditch and onto the road. The old man pulled her several feet until she was on solid ground, then he stopped to remove the chain. He tossed it into the back of the truck and motioned for her to follow him. No argument there—if she got stuck again, he'd be right there to pull her out. Along she went, right behind him, using lots of window cleaner with her wipers to keep the mud he splattered from completely obscuring her vision.
In less than five minutes, the blinker on the truck was flashing and she followed him as he made a right turn at a mailbox. The drive was short and bumpy, the road full of potholes, but it quickly opened up into a clearing. The truck made a wide circle in the clearing so he could leave again, which left Mel to pull right up to…a hovel!
This was no adorable little cottage. It was an A-frame with a porch all right, but it looked as though the porch was only attached on one side while the other end had broken away and listed downward. The shingles were black with rain and age and there was a board nailed over one of the windows. It was not lit within or without; there was no friendly curl of smoke coming from the chimney.
The pictures were lying on the seat beside her. She blasted on her horn and jumped immediately out of the car, clutching the pictures and pulling the hood of her wool jacket over her head. She ran to the truck. He rolled down his window and looked at her as if she had a screw loose. "Are you sure this is the McCrea cottage?"
"Yup."
She showed him the picture of the cute little A-frame cottage with Adirondack chairs on the porch and hanging pots filled with colorful flowers decorating the front of the house. It was bathed in sunlight in the picture.
"Hmm," he said. "Been a while since she looked like that."
"I wasn't told that. She said I could have the house rent free for a year, plus salary. I'm supposed to help out the doctor in this town. But this—?"
"Didn't know the doc needed help. He didn't hire you, did he?" he asked.
"No. I was told he was getting too old to keep up with the demands of the town and they needed another doctor, but that I'd do for a year or so."
"Do what?"
She raised her voice to be heard above the rain. "I'm a nurse practitioner. And certified nurse midwife."
That seemed to amuse him. "That a fact?"
"You know the doctor?" she asked.
"Everybody knows everybody. Seems like you shoulda come up here and look the place over and meet the doc before making up your mind."
"Yeah, seems like," she said in some self-recrimination. "Let me get my purse—give you some money for pulling me out of the—" But he was already waving her off.
"Don't want your money. People up here don't have money to be throwing around for neighborly help. So," he said with humor, lifting one of those wild white eyebrows, "looks like she got one over on you. That place's been empty for years now." He chuckled. "Rent free! Hah!"
Headlights bounced into the clearing as an old Suburban came up the drive. Once it arrived the old man said, "There she is. Good luck." And then he laughed. Actually, he cackled as he drove out of the clearing.
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93 of 96 people found the following review helpful.
An amazing story of love and courage
By cmiller
Mel Monroe came to Virgin River to escape. As a nurse and midwife, Mel has high expectations when she leaves L.A. Arriving on a stormy night, Virgin River is what she least expects. The cabin promised to her, rent free for a year, is a dump. The town doctor whom she was told was in desperate need of help wants nothing to do with her. Determined to leave the following day, Mel feels dejected and is unsure of where to go from there.
Jack Sheridan, owner of the only bar in Virgin River feels an immediate attraction to Mel. Seeing her sad eyes, Jack feels an almost compelling need to take care of her. For Jack, that is something that has never happened to him before. When Mel finds a baby on the doorstep the day she leaves, she knows that she can't leave quite yet. Before long, Jack finds himself falling in love with a woman who is determined to leave.
This is an emotion packed book that will make you laugh and make you cry. Mel's plight comes right off the pages and you can't help but love her. Her confusion over her feelings for Jack tear her (and will tear the reader) in two. Jack and Mel come together, two people who never expected to find what they found. Jack never thought he could feel a permanent attachment to a woman. Mel didn't think that she could ever love again after losing her husband. The secondary characters enrich the story. Virgin River is a town the reader can't help but love and will want to return to again and again.
35 of 38 people found the following review helpful.
Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.- Maria Robinson
By Cherise Everhard
Nurse Practitioner and Midwife, Mel Monroe, leaves the fast pace of Los Angeles hospitals and crime behind. Widowed 9 months ago, she can't face the pitying looks of her colleagues anymore and feels she needs a drastic change in order to heal.
Accepting an offer as an assistant to a Doctor in a picturesque little town in the mountains, she sells her house and most of everything in it, packs a few clothing items and heads to Virgin River.
When Mel arrives, she finds that the pictures she was sent are not quite representative of the town or her house as it looks today. Stepping out of her element was difficult for her and to arrive to find her house in such horrible condition only makes Mel realize she has made a huge mistake. She stays the night with the intention of heading out the very next morning. But when she discovers a baby abandoned on a doorstep, she decides to stay a little longer.
When town bar/restaurant owner, Jack, fixes up her place, she decides to stay even longer. Jack becomes her best friend and she starts feeling things for him she never thought she'd feel again.
I dove into this book with gusto after an Amazon friend recommended it so highly. She was right, it is great and I am rushing to finish this review so I can hurry and order book two, Shelter Mountain (Virgin River Trilogy, Book 2). This would easily have been a 5 star book to me as the characters are colorful and wonderful, the setting unique and beautiful, and the storyline engaging and fun. I would have rated it 5 stars had it not been for some very awkward dialogue and a scene at the end that was way too over the top for me.
The side characters are just as interesting as the main ones and I can't wait to read more about this mountain town. There is so much going on with Mel and we get to watch her resolve her past, live in the present, and make steps towards a promising future. Touching and entertaining. Enjoy.
Cherise Everhard, July 2008
65 of 77 people found the following review helpful.
I Just Couldn't See The Maigc
By Amazon Customer
*sigh* I feel like the grump lurking in the corner, but I did not like this book. Which is shocking! This book has an extremely high average and every Goodreads friend I have to date has given it at least a 4 star grade. It must have something going for it to have so many fans, but I just can't see it. :\
This was supposed to be a modern book, but it felt oddly dated. The heroine Mel, talks about Starbucks and $300 highlights so I know it's modern, but it also had a weirdly old school vibe going for it. Maybe it's the small town vibe the author wanted to portray? The hero--who was in the marines and came from California--says stuff like "fanny" and has the good ol' boy vibe going for him. It just felt like some odd time warp. It was like picking up Mackenzie's Mountain again.
Before I get into the characters and the plot I have to admit that this author's writing style annoyed me. She is a very big 'teller' instead of a 'shower.' She has a very distancing technique that made it hard for me to care about her characters. Third person past tense is my favorite style to read, but here the author killed it. There was no sense of immersion into the characters. Even though I was reading from Mel's point of view I never felt like I was reading about how her character would really think. The author had a very heavy hand in the narration and that's just not my preferred style.
One of my biggest complaints about small town stories are the wacky townspeople and zany situations they get into. I would have killed for some of that here. These people were incredibly bland to read about. They had nothing to make them unique or interesting so they all kind of blurred together. I know they were just background characters, but Mel interacted with them enough that they should have had some development going on. Just something to change the 'voice' of the characters so they actually felt different from each other!
For the most part I felt bored by the book. I kept going with it because so many of my friends liked it. I was determined to discover the magic. Then I was too far along to not finish it. I made myself continue because I knew if I set the book down there was a very large chance that I would never pick it up again. It wasn't that it was so bad that it made me hate it, I was just bored. I found the story bland and tedious to read. I have never been so aware of a page count in my life.
But I did eventually get irritated. Mel was a hard character for me to like. I thought her grief was well done--not too melodramatic, very compelling for its simplicity--but there should have been more time before she started a relationship. Up until 50 pages from the end Mel still considered herself someone else's wife. I can understand, but it did not make for a good romance. I felt really bad for Jack. She was honest with him from the start about having nothing to give him, but he was willing to accept the crumbs. They made good friends, but I didn't feel a connection on Mel's part beyond being a welcome physical release. Jack was the quintessential 'friends with benefits' relationship. Poor guy should have wised up and hooked up with someone who actually wanted to be with him.
Mel didn't make me irritated until closer to the end. In the beginning her narrative was sort of preachy about the beauty of childbirth and also about her anti-gun stance. But I just rolled my eyes and moved on. But then she turned into an idiot!!!
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She is a MIDWIFE and NURSE and she had sex multiple times without a condom. It wouldn't have been so glaring if it weren't for her job and the fact that such a big deal was made out of getting a 16 year old boy to use condoms with his girlfriend. What kind of retard doesn't practice what they preach???
After having sex multiple times the hero and heroine finally discuss protection methods and the possibility of STD's. Oh sure, it's a lot of help after the fact! Also, Jack volunteers to have a blood test to prove he's clean but Mel doesn't have one too. That's incredibly stupid. Just because someone only has one partner for years, it doesn't mean they can't have an STD too. Also, when Jack gives Mel the results she won't read them because she "trusts" him. What exactly was the point of making him have the test if she wasn't even going to look at them?
I started getting a bad vibe about the blatant condomless sex and it turned out to be right. Mel and her husband tried and tried to have a baby and couldn't. But one time with Jack and she's knocked up? Oh, please. I am tired of that stupid trope. Plus, I honestly don't think she would have ever really forced herself to connect with Jack if it wasn't for the baby. That's just sad for him.
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Because of these issues I don't think I'll continue with the series. If it had just been the characters or plot I would have tried again, but since I don't like her writing style I don't see me having different results with another book. Too bad too, because I was pretty curious about Preacher.
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