Big Sky Mountain

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With his rugged good looks, vast wealth and family name, hell-raiser Hutch Carmody is still the golden boy of Parable, Montana. But he's done some growing up—making peace with his illegitimate half brother and inheriting half of Whisper Creek Ranch, which should have been all his. These days, Hutch knows there are some things money can't buy: like the heart of loving, ladylike divorcée Kendra Shepherd.

Kendra's quiet mansion reminds her of what she wants most—a devoted husband ...

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Overview


With his rugged good looks, vast wealth and family name, hell-raiser Hutch Carmody is still the golden boy of Parable, Montana. But he's done some growing up—making peace with his illegitimate half brother and inheriting half of Whisper Creek Ranch, which should have been all his. These days, Hutch knows there are some things money can't buy: like the heart of loving, ladylike divorcée Kendra Shepherd.

Kendra's quiet mansion reminds her of what she wants most—a devoted husband and the pitter-patter of little feet. She can't get Hutch Carmody out of her mind. But a rough-and-tumble cowboy like Hutch, coming home for family dinner? Seems crazy! Then again, crazier dreams have become reality under the vast Montana sky.

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"Miller tugs at the heartstrings as few authors can." -Publishers Weekly

"Miller's ability to bring a cast of characters to life is on full display here . . . the veteran romance author doesn't disappoint in her sizzling love scenes and fine sense of place."– Publishers Weekly on McKettrick's Luck

"Linda Lael Miller creates vibrant characters and stories I defy you to forget."--#1 New York Times bestselling author Debbie Macomber

"Miller's masterful ability to create living, breathing characters never flags, even in the case of Echo's dog, Avalon; combined with a taut story line and vivid prose, Miller's romance won't disappoint."– Publishers Weekly on McKettrick's Pride (starred review)

"Miller excels at creating extended-family dynamics in an authentic western small-town setting and richly populating her stories with animal as well as human characters."-Booklist on A Creed in Stone Creek

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  • ISBN-13: 9780373776610
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 7/31/2012
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 47,910
  • Product dimensions: 4.28 (w) x 6.46 (h) x 1.01 (d)

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A fine sweat broke out between Hutch Carmody's shoulders and his gut warned that he was fixing to stumble straight into the teeth of a screeching buzz saw. The rented tux itched against his hide and his collar seemed to be getting tighter with every flower-scented breath he drew. The air was dense, weighted, cloying. The small church was overheated, especially for a sunny day in mid-June, and the pews were crammed with eager guests, a few weeping women and a fair number of skeptics.

Hutch's best man, Boone Taylor, fidgeted beside him.

The organist sounded a jarring chord and then launched into a perky tune Hutch didn't recognize. The first of three bridesmaids, all clad in silly-looking pink dresses more suited to little girls than grown women—in his opinion anyhow—drag-stepped her way up the aisle to stand beside the altar, across from him and Boone.

Hutch's head reeled, but he quickly reminded himself, silently of course, that he had to live in this town—his ranch was just a few miles outside of it. If he passed out cold at his own wedding, he'd still be getting ribbed about it when he was ninety.

While the next bridesmaid started forward, he did his distracted best to avoid so much as glancing toward Brylee Parrish, his wife to be, who was standing at the back of the church beside her brother, Walker. He knew all too well how good she looked in that heirloom wedding gown of hers, with its billowing veil and dazzling sprinkle of rhinestones.

Brylee was beautiful, with cascades of red-brown hair that tumbled to her waist when she let it down. Her wide-set hazel eyes revealed passion, as well as formidable intelligence, humor and a country girl's in-born practicality.

He was a lucky man.

Brylee, on the other hand, was not so fortunate, having hooked up with the likes of him. She deserved a husband who loved her.

Suddenly, Hutch's gaze connected with that of his half brother, Slade Barlow. Seated near the front, next to his very pregnant wife, Joslyn, Slade slowly shook his head from side to side, his expression so solemn that a person would have thought somebody was about to be buried instead of hitched to one of the choicest women Parable County had ever produced.

Hutch's insides churned, then coalesced into a quivering gob and did a slow, backward roll.

The last bridesmaid had arrived.

The minister was in place.

The smell of the flowers intensified, nearly overwhelming Hutch.

And then the first notes of "Here Comes the Bride" rang out.

Hutch felt the room—hell, the whole planet—sway again.

Brylee, beaming behind the thin fabric of her veil, nodded in response to something her brother whispered to her and they stepped forward.

"Hold it," Hutch heard himself say loudly enough to be heard over the thundering joy of the organ. He held up both hands, like a referee about to call a foul in some fast-paced game. "Stop." everything halted—with a sickening lurch.

The music died.

The bride and her brother seemed frozen in mid-stride.

Hutch would have sworn the universe itself had stopped expanding.

"This is all wrong," he went on miserably, but with his back straight and his head up. It wasn't as if he hadn't broached the subject with Brylee before—he'd been trying to get out of this fix for weeks. Just the night before, in fact, he'd sat Brylee down in a vinyl upholstered booth at the Silver Lanes snack bar and told her straight out that he had serious misgivings about getting married and needed some breathing space.

Brylee had cried, her mascara smudging, her nose reddening at the tip.

"You don't mean it," she'd said, which was her standard response to any attempt he made to put on the brakes before they both plummeted over a matrimonial cliff. "You're just nervous, that's all. It's entirely normal. But once the wedding is over and we're on our honeymoon—"

Hutch couldn't stand it when a woman cried, especially when he was the cause of her tears. Like every other time, he'd backed down, tried to convince himself that Brylee was right—he just had cold feet, that was all.

Now, though, "push" had run smack up against "shove."

It was now or never.

He faced Brylee squarely.

The universe unfroze itself, like some big machine with rusted gears, and all hell broke loose.

Brylee threw down her bouquet, stomped on it once, whirled on one heel and rushed out of the church. Walker flung a beleaguered and not entirely friendly look in Hutch's direction, then turned to go after his sister.

The guests, already on their feet in honor of the bride, all started talking at once, abuzz with shock and speculation.

Things like this might happen in books or movies, but they didn't happen in Parable, Montana.

Until now, Hutch reflected dismally.

He started to follow Brylee out of the church, not an easy proposition with folks crowding the aisle. He didn't have the first clue what he could say to her, but he figured he had to say something.

Before he'd taken two strides, though, Slade and Boone closed in on him from either side, each taking a firm grip on one of his arms.

"Let her go," Boone said quietly.

"There's nothing you can do," Slade confirmed.

With that, they hustled him quickly out of the main chapel and into the small side room where the choir robes, hymnals and Communion gear were stored.

Hutch wondered if a lynch mob was forming back there in the sanctuary.

"You picked a fine time to change your mind about getting married," Boone remarked, but his tone was light and his eyes twinkled with something that looked a lot like relief.

Hutch unfastened his fancy tie and shoved it into one coat pocket. Then he opened his collar halfway to his breastbone and sucked in a breath. "I tried to tell her," he muttered. He knew it sounded lame, but the truth was the truth.

Although he and Slade shared a father, they had been at bloody-knuckled odds most of their lives. They'd made some progress toward getting along since the old man's death and the upheaval that followed, but neither of them related to the other as a buddy, let alone a brother.

"Come on out to our place," Slade said, surprising him. "You'd best lay low for a few hours. Give Brylee—and Walker—a little time to cool off."

Hutch stiffened slightly, though he found the invitation oddly welcome. Home, being Whisper Creek Ranch, was a lonely outpost these days—which was probably why he'd talked himself into proposing to Brylee in the first place.

"I have to talk to Brylee," he repeated.

"There'll be time for that later on," Slade reasoned.

"Slade's right," Boone agreed. Boone, being violently allergic to marriage himself, probably thought Hutch had just dodged a figurative bullet.

Or maybe he was remembering that Brylee was a crack shot with a pistol, a rifle, or a Civil War cannon.

Given what had just happened, she was probably leaning toward the cannon right about now.

Hutch sighed. "All right," he said to Slade. "I'll kick back at your place for a while—but I've got to stop off at home first, so I can change out of this monkey suit."

"Fine," Slade agreed. "I'll round up the women and meet you at the Windfall in an hour or two."

By "the women," Slade meant his lovely wife, Joslyn, his teenage stepdaughter, Shea, and Opal Dennison, the force-of-nature who kept house for the Barlow outfit. Slade's mother, Callie, had had the good grace to skip the ceremony—old scandals die hard in a town the size of Parable and recollections of her long-ago affair with Carmody Senior, from which Slade had famously resulted, were as sharp as ever.

Today's escapade would put all that in the shade, of course. Tongues were wagging and jaws were flapping for sure—by now, various up-to-the-minute accounts were probably popping up on all the major social media sites. Before Slade and Boone had dragged Hutch out of the sanctuary, he'd seen several people whip out their cell phones and start texting. A few pictures had been taken, too, with those same ubiquitous devices.

The thought of all that amateur reporting made Hutch close his eyes for a moment. "Shit," he murmured.

"Knee-deep and rising," Slade confirmed, sounding resigned.

Kendra sat at the antique table in her best friend Joslyn's kitchen, with Callie Barlow in the chair directly across from hers. The ranch house was unusually quiet, with its usual occupants gone to town.

A glance over one shoulder assured Kendra that her recently adopted four-year-old daughter, Madison, was still napping on a padded window seat, her stuffed purple kangaroo, Rupert, clenched in her arms. The little girl's gleaming hair, the color of a newly minted penny, lay in tousled curls around her cherubic face and Ken-dra felt the usual pang of hopeless devotion just looking at her.

This long-sought, hard-won, much-wanted child. This miracle.

Not that every woman would have seen the situation from the same perspective as Kendra did—Madison was, after all, living proof that Jeffrey had been unfaithful, a constant reminder that it was dangerous to love, treacherous to trust, foolish to believe in another person too much. But none of that had mattered to Kendra in the end—she'd essentially been abandoned herself as a small child, left to grow up with a disinterested grandmother, and that gave her a special affinity for Madison. Besides, Jeffrey, having returned to his native England after summarily ending their marriage, had been dying.

Some men might have turned to family for help in such a situation—Jeffrey Chamberlain came from a very wealthy and influential one—but in this case, that wasn't possible. Jeffrey's aging parents were landed gentry with a string of titles, several sprawling estates and a fortune that dated back to the heyday of the East India Company, and were no more inclined toward child-rearing than they had been when their own two sons were small. They'd left Jeffrey and his brother in the care of nannies and housekeepers from infancy, and shipped them off to boarding school as soon as they turned six.

Understandably, Jeffrey hadn't wanted that kind of cold and isolated childhood for his daughter.

So he'd sent word to Kendra that he had to see her, in person. He had something important to tell her.

She'd made that first of several trips to the U.K., keeping protracted vigils at her ex-husband's hospital bedside while he drifted in and out of consciousness.

Eventually, he'd managed to get his message across: he told her about Madison, living somewhere in the U.S., and begged Kendra to find his daughter, adopt her and bring her up in love and safety. She was, he told her, the only person on earth he could or would trust with the child.

Kendra wanted nothing so much as a child and, during their brief marriage, Jeffrey had denied her repeated requests to start a family. It was a bitter pill to swallow, learning that he'd refused her a baby and then fathered one with someone else, someone he'd met on a business trip.

She'd done what Jeffrey asked, not so much for his sake—though she'd loved him once, or believed she did—as for Madison's. And her own.

The search hadn't been an easy one, even with the funds Jeffrey had set aside for the purpose, involving a great deal of web-surfing, phone calls and emails, travel and so many highs and lows that she nearly gave up several times.

Then it happened. She found Madison.

Kendra hadn't known what she'd feel upon actually meeting her former husband's child, but any doubts she might have had had been dispelled the moment—the moment—she'd met this cautious, winsome little girl.

The first encounter had taken place in a social worker's dingy office, in a dusty desert town in California, and for Kendra, it was love at first sight.

The forever kind of love.

Months of legal hassles had followed, but now, at long last, Kendra and Madison were officially mother and daughter, in the eyes of God and government, and Kendra knew she couldn't have loved her baby girl any more if she'd carried her in her own body for nine months.

Callie brought Kendra back to the present moment by reaching for the teapot in the center of the table and refilling Kendra's cup, then her own.

"Do you think it's over yet?" Kendra asked, instantly regretting the question but unable to hold back still another. "The wedding, I mean?"

Callie's smile was gentle as she glanced at the clock on the stove top and met Kendra's gaze again. "Probably," she said quietly. Then, without another word, she reached out to give Kendra's hand a light squeeze.

Madison, meanwhile, stirred on the window seat.

"Mommy?"

Kendra turned again. "I'm here, honey," she said.

Although Madison was adjusting rapidly, in the resilient way of young children, she still had bad dreams sometimes and she tended to panic if she lost sight of Kendra for more than a moment.

"Are you hungry, sweetie?" Callie asked the little girl. Slade's mom would make a wonderful grandmother; she had a way with children, easy and forthright.

Madison shook her head as she moved toward Ken-dra and then scrambled up onto her lap.

"It's been a while since lunch," Kendra suggested, kissing the top of Madison's head and holding her close.

"Maybe you'd like a glass of milk and one of Opal's oatmeal raisin cookies?"

Again, Madison shook her head, snuggling closer still. "No, thank you," she said clearly, sounding, as she often did, more like a small adult than a four-year-old.

They'd arrived by car the night before and spent the night in the Barlows' guest room, at Joslyn's insistence.

The old house, the very heart of Windfall Ranch, was undergoing considerable renovation, which only added to the exuberant chaos of the place—and Madison was wary of everyone but Opal, the family housekeeper.

Just then, Slade and Joslyn's dog, Jasper, heretofore snoozing on his bed in front of the newly installed kitchen fireplace, sat bolt upright and gave a questioning little whine. His floppy ears were pitched slightly forward, though he seemed to be listening with his entire body. Joslyn's cat, Lucy-Maude, remained singularly unconcerned.

Madison looked at the animal with shy interest, still unsure whether to make friends with him or keep her distance.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 7, 2012

    My Last LLM Book

    This is NOT the same author that wrote the McKettrick series and the Man from Stone Creek, Mojo Sheepshanks etc. Tear 10 pages out of this book and it would be appropriate for 2nd graders on how to treat a dog and a pony. For a very long time Ms. Miller was one of my top three authors but the last three books have all been the same. She has undertaken a one woman campaign on behalf of shelter animals to "educate the world". I am an animal lover who has owned countless dogs, cats, horses and cows during my 77 years and I have rescued my share but these books are just not up to her writing standards... Every page, every other word is about the antics and the care of animals. PLease go back to writing more of what you were famous for...

    6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 24, 2012

    I agree with other reviewers who felt this book spent more time

    I agree with other reviewers who felt this book spent more time on
    animals and children, despite how much we all love animals and children.
    Has it now become the prerequisite to writing Historical & Modern
    Western Romance novels that you also be an animal rights/animal shelter
    advocate who infuses her books with promoting that agenda, and also
    writes (conveniently on the heels of the Twilight storyline success)
    about paranormal/vampire/werewolf stories? That's quite the unique
    formula until you realize a lot of these Romance authors are all towing
    the line and doing exactly the same thing as the next writer. Not
    unique at all, and entirely disappointing. As for this book, as much as
    I like animals and children, I got annoyed with the over-engaging
    storyline of how the dogs had play dates, the long descriptions on how
    the dogs interacted with each other and the human emotions they
    expressed, and how it took a 4-page spread to talk about the dogs and
    how they "shimmered" in the sunlight when they were sleeping,
    and how Kendra took out her cell phone to capture the loveliness of the
    moment. UGH!! Yes, little Madison sure was cute but too much of
    Madison's cute sayings and behavioral issues (waste of time talking
    about her stealing her peer's cowgirl boots at school because she was
    anxious to have her own!) along with the dogs antics just made me gloss
    over those parts. Linda seems to be in a grandmotherly frame of mind
    when she wrote this book. I thought this would be more about the main
    characters, but it was more about superficial side-stories and setting
    up Boone and Tara. Let's hope that book does not spend an inordinate
    amount of time talking about Boone's trouble boys. Because let's face
    it, that's not why we want to read these books.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 4, 2012

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    So-So

    Posted on Romancing the Book's blog
    Reviewed by Stacey
    Review Copy Provided by Netgalley

    I am normally a fan of Linda Lael Miller’s books but Big Sky Mountain, in my opinion, was not a favorite. Book two in the Parable, Montana/Big Sky series, found me a little lost and the blurb did not truly represent the book.

    Kendra and Hutch have a past together; one that clearly neither of them are over. Their lives currently have them both in places where the last thing they need is the complications of renewing their relationship. Hutch just recently left someone at the altar and Kendra just adopted her dead ex-husband’s illegitimate daughter! Seriously!

    Realistically, those two stories could have made Big Sky Mountain interesting but Ms. Miller was clearly more interested in setting up plots for future books because there were so many other things going on in this book that at times Hutch and Kendra were merely background noise. There were three other stories (at least!) brewing in this book and they were a little too distracting because it made you forget your main characters. Too much stopping and starting of the stories.

    Linda Lael Miller is a wonderful writer. The way she tells a story makes even a story that’s hard to read easy. Kendra and Hutch deserved a full story considering this was their book.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 9, 2012

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    There are only few books with a great storyline. This was one of

    There are only few books with a great storyline. This was one of them. A great summer read.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 2, 2012

    I was halfway through reading Big Sky Mountain when I found out

    I was halfway through reading Big Sky Mountain when I found out that this is a second in a series. Somehow I missed that but it made no difference, Big Sky Mountain is a wonderful story and I enjoyed every bit of it!

    Big Sky Mountain opens with a wedding. Hutch is standing at the altar when he shocks everyone by calling off the wedding. The would-be-bride and her friends are understandable upset and start a website bashing Hutch. That night he goes to his half brother Slades’s house for dinner and runs into his lost love Kendra and her adopted daughter Madison.

    Kendra’s story along with her adoption of Madison is such an interesting one. Madison just touches your heart and totally steals the book. Kendra has some issues but it is see how she and Hutch finally come back together for good

    Now I need to go back and read Big Sky Country the first in the Swoon-Worthy Cowboys series. I can’t wait to see what I missed!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 22, 2012

    I don't like giving this book even a one !

    I am done with LLM books she can't get the job done anymore I have read her books for a long time but the last few have been hard to stay with its more about taking care of the dog and pony so don't waste your money on Big Sky Mountain.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 5, 2013

    Bridget

    Name: Well maybe ur stupid or u cant see headlines, so, to be safe, Bridget Ravenne Fowl-Raileigh. Otherwise just Bridget Ravenne(Ray-vehn) or just Bridget. Gender: O.o Age: 9 and 5 months to be exact. Appearance: I have curly black hair, in Bridget Mendler curling style. And green eyes. Imagine me meeting you when you are pooping your rainbows. :3 Clothes: a charred and dirty white cotton dress with black leggings. And a black cloak. Personality: just meet meh XD. And Ima gymnast. Fun fact: Wombats poop cubes.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 19, 2013

    Armelio's Bio

    Name: Look up a<_>ss, if you can't see headlines, sure sucks to be you. |•| Gender: What girl in the right mind would be wearing armadillo armor? -_- |•| Age: 26 |•| Crush: No |•| Status: what status? There is no status |•| Relationship: No |•| Appearance: •Armadillo armor: Imagine a koopa from mario, imagine the way the shell fits on the body, well that's sorta the basic idea, only it is like an armadillo. The front((chest,stomach, ect.)) is smooth and hard with no creases or anything, just smooth, the front curves back slightly to reduce any bulkiness and as it curves to the back it is connected to the back section, sealed tight and unable to break apart without his will, or EXTREME attempts to get it off, but it would take a hell of a lot of trying. The back is like an Armadillo's back armor, plated and curved upwards with bands and creases to increase flexibility and allowing him to roll into a tight defensive ball. It is rough in texture with little hexagon-'scale's filling in the surface of the armor. at the base of the armor there is an armadillo-like ,semi-long tail, also hard armor. The tail is flexible, like another limb, but not as flexible as a prehensile tail. •Armor Coloration: The smooth front is a rich yellow/tan, the back, rough armor is deep brown with black outlines that form the hexagon-like pattern. The tail is also deep brown. •Gloves: His suit does not cover his arms or legs so dont think this is connected, thus the term 'gloves'. A large black, heavy ring circles around the wrist and just above it are heavy hand gloves that end in long, sharp claws. There is a glove on both hands and he also wears boots. •Boots: Are just like the gloves, the black circular 'ring' straps around each lower leg and ends in boots with claws on each 'toe'. •Gloves and Boots coloration: All dark tan. •Helmet: The last nifty addition to the outfit is a helmet, it is shaped just like the helmet of an armadillo's head, it reaches just farther out than the face and has armadillo ears attached to the back just for the look. The helmet is just as strong as the back armor and looks the same. |•| Actual Appearance: When not in armor((which is rare)) he has an australian tan, he is tall, around 6'3" and 232lb., he is extremly muscular and strong. He has strait,black hair that is waved back neatly. He would casually wear a black tanktop and cargo shorts with blue and white nikes and black shades. |•| Personality: He is formerly from the military so he is serious, quick thinking, brave, observant, fearless, and judges his opponent before bluntly going into a fight. He can be hot headed, pointlessly cruel, random, evil, relaxed, good, cool, happy, funny, and fun to be around. |•| Abilities: His armor allows him extreme defense and resistences such as fire and knockback. His suit also helps with greater impact when physicaly hitting an enemy dueit being thick and heavy. He is able to completly withdraw into his armor to maximize defense, his claws can obviously slash, but also aid in digging. His claws also have the ability to launch off of the gloves and into a far away opponent. His tail is sturdy and hard, making it great for an extra fighting appendage. |•| History: Why should I tell you, stalker? Ok, I'll tell you this much, he was formerly from the army and made his amazing 'suit' of armor. |•| Likes: Fall Out Boys, food, tanks, armadillos, and alot of other stuff. |•| Dislikes: Godmodders, know-it-alls that know nothing, and more. Good Bye!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 16, 2013

    Mya Daley

    Name: really? Gender: are you serious? Spieces: vampire/daylighter. Looks: not tall but not short, long brown hair that reaches her waist, gold eyes, pale skin, and freckles. She usually wears her hair back but keeps it out more often. She wears all neon and dark colors of skinny jeans, tank tops, band tees, and band zip up hoodies. Accessories: a ring with three aquamarine gems, a gold wedding band that was her mothers, an angel necklace with a gem fir the head, two bracelets on her left wrist, and a single bracelet on her right wrist. Personality: it varies. She can be loving, sweet, kind, caring, cold, vicious, and murderous. She will kill anyone who hurts or threatens her friends or family without heasitating. Weapons: she has many daggers hidden on her person and a bow with multiple sheaths of arrows. She perfers to use a bow and arrows. Her bow is black with a single gold symbol painted on the front. Her arrowheads are silver for weres and others are wooden for vampires. Likes: certain vamps, Coke, music, and animals(besides weres). Dislikes: players, haters, newbies, Grape Crush(sorry Fizzy) and fakes. Crush: he knows who he is. Relationship Status: taken. Sorry, guys. Past: she was once engaged but it ended when her fiance tried killing her. Her parents died when she was eight and has only a sister left. She was tuened at age seventeen. She hunted and killed vampires for eighteen years of her vampire life, which has been twently years. Everything else you can find out. Be real, not fake or die a horrible death. Im out.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 15, 2013

    >>Raven Malrak Endeure<<

    Why are you reading this? ._.' Honestly. You're just wasting valuable time. Hi, BlackRose. Get out of here. Don't want no creepers stalkering me. :F <br> <br> Name: Open your eyes and follow the arrows. <br> ^^^^^ <br> If this brings up some clarification, good job. I applaud you fellow geniuses. Otherwise, why don't you make yourself useful and go play in a blender. <br> <br> Age: Thirteen years old, I spose. But I'll be fourteen soon. And all that jazz. <br> <br> Apperance: If I must elaborate: <br> •Eyes: Inky black with amber flecks like embers of a fire. The rims are dark purple. <br> •Hair: Soft tufts of ash-blond, choppy around my shoulders. A shorter section shadows my face. <br> •Physical/Figure: Tall with a strong build. Tan with a few pale scars across my face. Sometimes my form will smudge or flicker, trying to get back to my original nature of the shadows. <br> •Attire: <br> -Shirt: A long-sleeved, faded scarlet, corset-type shirt, mixed with a hoodie as it has a pocket and a hood. <br> -Pants: Dark brown and somewhat baggy jean material with a lot of pockets. <br> -Cloak: Raven black and long with a big heavy hood. The stone that fastens at the front is a topaz feather-shaped stone. <br> -Mask: A simple dark cloth around my neck that can be pulled over my nose. <br> -Other: A crimson scarf that coils around my neck and hangs down the back. <br> A necklace displaying different sorts of feathers, mostly black and brown ones. <br> No shoes, of course. <br> Dark gloves cut off at the fingers. <br> I wear a strange device on my wrist, some sort of advanced electronic. <br> I have a belt loaded with all sorts of objects and tools. <br> <br> Shadow Form: Like Chaos, a dark presence something like a shiver up your spine and your heart and hope being crushed. It builds up a whirlwind of terror to those who go by their head. A sinister rumbling is usually associated with the presence, as well as the whisper and stir of shadows. <br> <br> Powers: Commands shadow and fire. Strikes up fear in the hearts of enemies. <br> <br> Weapons: <br> •Staff: A dark brown twisted wooden staff that appears to be charred. The top is adorned with a sapphire resting inside tendril-like branches. <br> <br> •Dagger: A small black twisted knife, intricately designed. The hilt is embeded with crimson jewels. •Explosives: These have various shapes and sizes. They are strung around my belt along with my dagger. <br> -Smoke Bombs: Burst into a cloud of smoke, used so that I can have some sort of cover when needed. <br> -Gas Bombs: Create a mist that irritates the eyes and nose. <br> -Flash Bombs: Flash repeatedly when used, causing a person to loose focus, their vision to blur, and their heads to ache like crazy. <br> -Grenades: A deadly array of explosives. Can either be timed or go off immediately. <br> -Sparklers: A personal favorite. When used, they erupt into golden sparks for distraction and confusion. Can either be thrown or launched like fireworks. <br> <br> Likes/Dislikes: I could draw this out, but I'll just skip it so things don't get messy. <br> <br> Crush: Really? Why do people add this? <br> <br> Rank: Commander of Shadows. <br> <br> History: I was the dark spirit of Sparrow, but I severed our link to have more freedom. You don't need to know anything besides that. <br> <br> Personality: Why don't you man up and meet me yourself? <br> <br> I'm through with you. Goodbye.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 7, 2013

    Derp

    Poop

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 22, 2013

    TO PEBBLESTAR

    NO IDIOTIC WARRIOR BIOS HERE!!! THIS IS FOR SL HUMAN BIOS!! GO AWAY!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 22, 2013

    Pebblestar

    Hi im pebblestar and i am leader of mountainclan. Plz post your name and description here then go to next result for camp and anyways you may all join and bios go in the third result.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 21, 2013

    Can i he leadr or deputy

    Please?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 22, 2013

    Whiteflame

    Thank you.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 21, 2013

    Help

    I need help to get big sky river out of my locker so I can read it I preordered the book in Sept

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 15, 2013

    recommend

    This was a feel good book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 15, 2013

    I Love the Big Sky Books

    Linda Lael Miller has created a town where I'd love to live, with people I'd love to know personally. The quality of this book goes beyond Romance to mainstream. Miller takes you there and makes you care.

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  • Posted February 10, 2013

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    Years ago, pretty Kendra Shepherd had a real crush on Hutch Carm

    Years ago, pretty Kendra Shepherd had a real crush on Hutch Carmody. Hutch was tall, handsome and rich, but he was also wild and reckless, too. These were qualities Kendra didn’t appreciate in a man whom she hoped to marry.

    Kendra had been abandoned by her mother, who left the waif on her grandmother’s doorstep. Reluctantly, Grandma Shepherd put a roof over Kendra’s head, fed and clothed her sure enough, but Kendra couldn’t help feeling she’d never be as good as her neighbors. Perhaps there was some reason why her own mother couldn’t abide her company, something seriously wrong with Kendra herself.

    No wonder Kendra was fine pickings for Jeffrey, who swept her off her feet before Kendra realized what was happening. Unfortunately, Jeffrey made a habit of sweeping a lot of young ladies off their feet and her philandering husband had even sired a daughter, Madison. When her husband died, Madison was the single element left of her husband’s brief life. Madison’s mother was only too happy to give up the four year old and Kendra adopted the young girl.

    Kendra wanted to create a stable home for little Madison, the kind of home she’d never had. For that, Kendra knew she’d have to return home to Parable, Montana and face the demons of her past. Unfortunately, that would also throw her into close proximity with Hutch Carmody.

    Kendra couldn’t help wondering whether the years had been kind to Hutch. Had the handsome man mellowed at all or was he still a hell raiser? Despite everything that had happened, Kendra feared she was still thirsty for love, a desire which could only be quenched by Hutch Carmody.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 10, 2013

    Eashy Easy predictable read

    Good enjoyable read with




    Enjoyable read with traditional story content




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