Hummingbird Lake (Eternity Springs Series #2)

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Experience the magic of Eternity Springs, where broken hearts find healing, in this uplifting novel in Emily March’s unforgettable new series.
 
Haunted by painful memories, pediatric surgeon Sage Anderson gives up medicine and moves to Eternity Springs. There she finds a place to call home, but even her newfound success as a gifted artist isn’t enough to keep her nightmares at bay. Colt Rafferty is about...

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Overview

Experience the magic of Eternity Springs, where broken hearts find healing, in this uplifting novel in Emily March’s unforgettable new series.
 
Haunted by painful memories, pediatric surgeon Sage Anderson gives up medicine and moves to Eternity Springs. There she finds a place to call home, but even her newfound success as a gifted artist isn’t enough to keep her nightmares at bay. Colt Rafferty is about to change all that.

Eternity Springs is a refuge for Colt, a place to ground himself when the stress of investigating tragedies takes its toll. He has come here for a little R & R, but instead of relaxing, he finds himself fascinated by the mysterious redhead whose secrets beg to be discovered—a beauty running from her past, a heartsick woman in desperate need of the sweet sanctuary of a devoted man’s embrace. And he is just the man to show her the true path to peace—by offering her the healing power of love.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
This heartquake of a contemporary romance easily persuades readers that fictitious Eternity Springs, Colo., has mystical healing powers. Sage Anderson, a young doctor, witnessed terrible violence and tragedy while volunteering in central Africa. As she recovers in peaceful Eternity Springs, Sage is comforted by her friends (including characters familiar from Angel's Rest), her passion for painting, and woodcarver Colt Rafferty, whose very touch is like a balm on her troubled soul. March is a master of delightful banter, especially among her empowered female characters, and her light and playful sex scenes ("If a Hall of Fame for penises existed, surely he'd qualify for membership") have a spark that sets her novels apart. By the story's end, readers will be fairly panting for the next novel in this delightful series. (Apr.)
From the Publisher
“A brilliant writer you’ll love creates a world you’ll never want to leave. . . .  Hummingbird Lake is a sparkling romance.”—Susan Mallery

“Emily March’s stories are heart-wrenching and soul-satisfying. For a wonderful read, don’t miss a visit to Eternity Springs.”—Lisa Kleypas

"March is a master of delightful banter, especially among her empowered female characters, and her light and playful sex scenes have a spark that sets her novels apart. By the story's end, readers will be fairly panting for the next novel in this delightful series." -PW

Library Journal
Mystical, magical, and possibly angel-touched, the tiny, isolated community of Eternity Springs was founded in 1888 by a trio of miners who struck it rich in silver high in the Colorado Rockies and named for its restorative hot springs. The town flourished then dwindled as a result of family feuds and enmities, and today, with 827 permanent residents, it is fighting to survive as the special, conceivably bewitched place it is. In Angel's Rest, averted from a suicide attempt when he was tackled by a mangy boxer on a snowy Colorado mountainside, landscape architect Gabe Callahan, devastated by the deaths of his wife and young son, finds the same dog caught in a trap and takes him to the local, very attractive vet, Nicole Sullivan. But this is just the beginning, and as Gabe is reluctantly drawn into the life of the town, agreeing to design a healing center around the legendary hot springs and dealing with the dog who thinks he is its owner, Gabe slowly begins to heal—and then a passionate Christmas Eve sends his life, as well as Nic's, into a tailspin. Bridal skeletons, silver bars, and old secrets add zing to this sweet, touching story that takes a pair of emotionally wounded souls and gives them a gentle, angelic shove in the direction they both know they want to go.In Hummingbird Lake, Sage Anderson, establishing a new artistic life in Eternity Springs after a mentally debilitating, lethal tour of duty with Doctors Without Borders as a pediatric surgeon in Africa, is terrified when her lessening bouts of post-traumatic stress disorder spike after she is called upon in an emergency to deliver her friend's twins. Her painting has always helped keep the flashbacks in check, but now the nightmarish episodes are returning, and keeping them secret will be harder than ever, especially when perceptive scientist Colt Rafferty gets involved. Longstanding family issues, mental and physical illness, and a dash of evil drive the conflict in this tense but ultimately uplifting story that reprises old characters, introduces some new ones, and lets love work its healing magic. VERDICT March also writes lighthearted romantic comedies as Geralyn Dawson; she lives in Texas. Her new series gets off to a satisfying start and will appeal to fans of Debbie Macomber and Marilyn Pappano's "Bethlehem" series. [Heartache Falls, the next in the series, will be out in May 2011.]
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345518361
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 3/22/2011
  • Series: Eternity Springs Series , #2
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 130,543
  • Product dimensions: 4.00 (w) x 6.86 (h) x 0.96 (d)

Meet the Author

Emily March is the USA Today bestselling author of more than twenty novels under the name Geralyn Dawson. A graduate of Texas A&M University, March is an avid fan of Aggie sports, and her recipe for jalapeño relish has made her a tailgaiting legend. She lives in Texas with her husband and their beloved boxer, Doc, who tolerates a revolving doggie door of rescue foster dogs sharing his kingdom until they find their forever homes. 

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9780345518361|excerpt

March: HUMMINGBIRD LAKE

one

September

The echo of the gunshot jerked Sage Anderson out of her nightmare. Her eyes flew open. She lay in the darkness, panting, sweating, her heart pounding in fear, her hands clenched into fists. Oh, God.

The images. The sounds. Oh, dear God.

It was a dream. Just a dream. One of those old, horrible, terrifying nightmares that had haunted her since the events she dreamed about had been her reality.

Slowly the past retreated. Her pulse calmed and her fingers relaxed. At that point, the shivering began, a reaction to both the chill in the room and the aftermath of the dream.

Sage rolled up and reached for the bedclothes she’d kicked off the end of the bed during the dream. This was the first time in months that she’d been plagued by one of these nightmares. She had thought she’d put them behind her.

“I am so totally done with this,” she said aloud as she yanked up the sheet, tugged up the comforter, and fished for her discarded socks at the bottom of the bed. When she finally cuddled beneath goose down and Egyptian cotton, she turned her head into the pillow and tried to cry.

She badly wanted to succeed in the effort, to sob and wail and release these vicious emotions churning inside her. As usual, the tears wouldn’t come. In the past few years she’d managed to find catharsis in tears only a handful of times.

When her eyes remained stubbornly dry and the possibility of sleep appeared completely beyond reach, she focused her attention on more pleasant thoughts. She thought about weddings. Her best friend’s wedding. Well, one of her best friends, anyway.

Yesterday Nic Callahan had returned to town and reconciled with her husband. They planned to reaffirm their wedding vows at St. Stephen’s church later this morning prior to the grand opening celebration for Angel’s Rest, Celeste Blessing’s healing center and spa. Sage was thrilled for Nic and Gabe. She was pleased for Celeste and excited for Eternity Springs. Today promised to be a lovely day.

And I’m not going to let a bad dream ruin it.

With that determined thought uppermost in her mind, she glanced at the bedside clock, where 4:07 glowed in red numerals. Today promised to be a lovely day—and a long one, she realized with an inner sigh. She knew she wouldn’t get back to sleep at this point.

Sage sat up and took stock of her options. She could read or watch TV or surf the Net. She could catch up on paperwork or tackle the painting she’d begun yesterday for her upcoming show in Fort Worth. Except she wasn’t in the mood for the first three, and she needed to let that painting sit for a few days. Something wasn’t working with it, and experience had taught her that walking away for a day or two almost always helped her figure out the fix.

Her thoughts returned to the wedding, and at that point she knew what she wanted to do. She’d grab a new canvas and see if she could create a gift for Gabe and Nic to mark their special day. She’d do something simple, but light and bright and beautiful.

“Perfect.” She blew out a breath, rolled out of bed, and headed for the studio she’d set up in the cottage’s second bedroom. This was what she needed now—something positive to think about, a task to take her out of the shadows and away from the pain and the past.

In the studio, she placed a blank canvas on her easel and studied it, opening her mind to inspiration. She shied away from one image that hovered in her head, a leftover from her nightmare. Instead, she thought about Nic and Gabe and the obstacles they’d overcome while finding their way to today. She opened her mind to the promise of their bright and happy future, and inspiration flowed. An idea took shape in her imagination. She picked up her paintbrush and went to work. When she stepped away from her easel three hours later, she studied the finished painting and smiled. “Good job, Anderson.”

She had managed to shake off the lingering ugliness of her dream and create something she knew her friends would treasure. All before breakfast. “Not a bad start for the day.”

She showered and dressed and had just decided to toast a bagel when, to her surprise, someone rapped at her front door. Warily Sage peeked through the window blinds.

Celeste Blessing stood on her front porch, a canvas tote bag in one hand, a relaxed smile upon her face. She had gorgeous silver-gray hair and youthful, sky-blue eyes. This morning she wore a stylish bright red jacket, and gold earrings shaped like angel’s wings dangled from her ears.

Sage relaxed. When she grew up, she wanted to be just like Celeste. The woman was the kindest, friendliest, smartest, and most active senior Sage had ever met. She rode a Honda Gold Wing motorcycle for fun, watched DVDs of The Mary Tyler Moore Show for entertainment, and never missed a Sunday at church or failed to give her opinion about the preacher’s sermon. It had been her idea to turn the Cavanaugh House estate into Angel’s Rest Healing Center and Spa, and construction alone had already proved a boon to the economically depressed town even before today’s official opening.

The townspeople loved Celeste for doing her part in rescuing Eternity Springs. Sage loved Celeste for herself. In many ways, she was the mother and the grandmother Sage had never had.

She opened her door with a smile. “Celeste. What brings you out this way?”

“The Landrys offered their vacation home as an overflow facility for the center, and since we’re packed to the rafters with the grand opening, we’ll need to use it tonight.”

The Landrys were a lovely family from Texas who owned the only other house on Reflection Point, the narrow little peninsula where Sage lived. “I wanted to stop and drop off a little welcome basket,” the older woman continued. “When I saw your light, I decided to come beg a cup of coffee.”

“I’m glad you did. I was about to toast a bagel. Care to join me?”

“Actually . . .” Celeste held up the tote bag. “I happen to have breakfast fixings with me. Care if I make myself at home in your kitchen?”

Sage blinked. “That’s fine with me, but, with the grand opening, aren’t you swamped?”

“Everything’s under control, and frankly, with all the hustle and bustle, I’m glad to have a few moments of peace and quiet out here at Hummingbird Lake. I have bacon, eggs, a loaf of bread for toast, and a jar of homemade strawberry jam.”

“That sounds much better than a bagel.” Sage eyed the bag appreciatively. “Tell you what. My stovetop is persnickety when it comes to heat regulation. You have to talk to it just right. Why don’t you let me man the frying pan while you handle the toaster?”

Celeste’s blue eyes twinkled. “An excellent plan.”

Sage took the tote bag and led Celeste through the cozy little cottage to the kitchen, where the women went to work. Their conversation centered around the two main events of the day, but when they sat down to eat, Celeste sipped her coffee and introduced a new subject. “How are you feeling, Sage? You look a bit tired.”

She attempted a dodge. “I got up early and painted a gift for Nic and Gabe.”

“That’s nice,” Celeste said. “Although I’m sure they wouldn’t have wanted you to miss sleep because of it. This wedding is a last-minute thing, after all.”

“Actually, a nightmare woke me up. I couldn’t get back to sleep.” Sage set down her knife, surprised at herself for admitting the truth. She never talked about the nightmares.

“Oh, you poor thing.” Celeste clucked her tongue. “I’m so sorry. Does that happen often?”

“No, not really.” Sage took a bite of jam-slathered toast and realized that something about Celeste invited confidences. She was simply so easy to talk to. After savoring the flavor of springtime in the jam, she swallowed, sipped her juice, then added, “Since I moved to Eternity Springs, I sleep pretty well. I think the mountain air is magic.” “Eternity Springs is special,” Celeste agreed. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. This valley nurses a special energy that soothes troubled souls—if those souls open their hearts and minds to the possibilities.”

Sage couldn’t argue against it. Heaven knows the town had been working its magic on her these past few years. She’d been a basket case, running away from life as she knew it, when she literally arrived at a crossroads on a Colorado mountain road and turned left, ending up in Eternity Springs.

She couldn’t explain it to anyone—she couldn’t explain it to herself—but she’d known in her bones that the left turn had been the rightest turn of her life. Call it instinct or intuition or a message from her very own angel, but Sage had understood that she was meant to live and work in Eternity Springs, at least for a little while.

So she’d moved here and made friends here. She’d made a life and a career here. Except for the occasional nightmares and flashbacks, she was happy here.

“Eternity Springs has been good for me. I predict your healing center will be a wild success, Celeste.”

“I completely agree. Those who open themselves up to all that life has to offer here will find great rewards. You remember that, Sage. Now, let me help you with the dishes. Breakfast was simply divine.”

“It did hit the spot. Thank you for providing both the idea and the supplies.”

“You’re very welcome. I’m a big believer in having protein for breakfast, especially since you and I have a packed day ahead of us.”

Sage didn’t argue with her, but she didn’t anticipate her own day being all that busy. Other than showing up at St. Stephen’s thirty minutes early to help Nic dress, the only tasks on her docket were to witness the wedding and stroll Celeste’s estate as a guest at the grand opening. She didn’t intend to open Vistas, her art gallery, at all today.

After Celeste left, Sage wrapped her gift for Nic and Gabe in plain brown paper and fished a red marker from her junk drawer in order to draw hearts as decoration. When the memory of a homemade valentine that had giraffes sporting heart-shaped spots drifted through her mind, she sucked in a breath.

“Stupid dream,” she muttered, then gritted her teeth as the pain washed over her. Following a dream, invariably the memories stayed around like a hangover. Not all memories were bad, but the good ones seemed to be buried beneath the mountain of ugliness she’d brought home from Africa.

Sage set down the marker and walked to her kitchen window, where she gazed out across Hummingbird Lake toward Eternity Springs. Taking in that view went further to rid herself of that hangover than ingesting any painkiller ever could.

“Forget the nightmare,” she murmured. “The sadness ends now.”

Well, at least for today. Today was going to be a wonderful day. This was Nic’s real wedding day and the culmination of Celeste’s “Angel Plan” for the economic survival of Eternity Springs. It was a day for celebration—not one for nightmares and heartbreaking memories—and it was time she headed for the church.

As she retrieved her car keys from her bedside table, she stared longingly at her pillow and added aloud, “A day for celebration, and maybe a nap.”

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First Chapter

Hummingbird Lake

An Eternity Springs Novel
By Emily March

Ballantine Books

Copyright © 2011 Emily March
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780345518361

9780345518361|excerpt

March: HUMMINGBIRD LAKE

one

September

The echo of the gunshot jerked Sage Anderson out of her nightmare. Her eyes flew open. She lay in the darkness, panting, sweating, her heart pounding in fear, her hands clenched into fists. Oh, God.

The images. The sounds. Oh, dear God.

It was a dream. Just a dream. One of those old, horrible, terrifying nightmares that had haunted her since the events she dreamed about had been her reality.

Slowly the past retreated. Her pulse calmed and her fingers relaxed. At that point, the shivering began, a reaction to both the chill in the room and the aftermath of the dream.

Sage rolled up and reached for the bedclothes she’d kicked off the end of the bed during the dream. This was the first time in months that she’d been plagued by one of these nightmares. She had thought she’d put them behind her.

“I am so totally done with this,” she said aloud as she yanked up the sheet, tugged up the comforter, and fished for her discarded socks at the bottom of the bed. When she finally cuddled beneath goose down and Egyptian cotton, she turned her head into the pillow and tried to cry.

She badly wanted to succeed in the effort, to sob and wail and release these vicious emotions churning inside her. As usual, the tears wouldn’t come. In the past few years she’d managed to find catharsis in tears only a handful of times.

When her eyes remained stubbornly dry and the possibility of sleep appeared completely beyond reach, she focused her attention on more pleasant thoughts. She thought about weddings. Her best friend’s wedding. Well, one of her best friends, anyway.

Yesterday Nic Callahan had returned to town and reconciled with her husband. They planned to reaffirm their wedding vows at St. Stephen’s church later this morning prior to the grand opening celebration for Angel’s Rest, Celeste Blessing’s healing center and spa. Sage was thrilled for Nic and Gabe. She was pleased for Celeste and excited for Eternity Springs. Today promised to be a lovely day.

And I’m not going to let a bad dream ruin it.

With that determined thought uppermost in her mind, she glanced at the bedside clock, where 4:07 glowed in red numerals. Today promised to be a lovely day—and a long one, she realized with an inner sigh. She knew she wouldn’t get back to sleep at this point.

Sage sat up and took stock of her options. She could read or watch TV or surf the Net. She could catch up on paperwork or tackle the painting she’d begun yesterday for her upcoming show in Fort Worth. Except she wasn’t in the mood for the first three, and she needed to let that painting sit for a few days. Something wasn’t working with it, and experience had taught her that walking away for a day or two almost always helped her figure out the fix.

Her thoughts returned to the wedding, and at that point she knew what she wanted to do. She’d grab a new canvas and see if she could create a gift for Gabe and Nic to mark their special day. She’d do something simple, but light and bright and beautiful.

“Perfect.” She blew out a breath, rolled out of bed, and headed for the studio she’d set up in the cottage’s second bedroom. This was what she needed now—something positive to think about, a task to take her out of the shadows and away from the pain and the past.

In the studio, she placed a blank canvas on her easel and studied it, opening her mind to inspiration. She shied away from one image that hovered in her head, a leftover from her nightmare. Instead, she thought about Nic and Gabe and the obstacles they’d overcome while finding their way to today. She opened her mind to the promise of their bright and happy future, and inspiration flowed. An idea took shape in her imagination. She picked up her paintbrush and went to work. When she stepped away from her easel three hours later, she studied the finished painting and smiled. “Good job, Anderson.”

She had managed to shake off the lingering ugliness of her dream and create something she knew her friends would treasure. All before breakfast. “Not a bad start for the day.”

She showered and dressed and had just decided to toast a bagel when, to her surprise, someone rapped at her front door. Warily Sage peeked through the window blinds.

Celeste Blessing stood on her front porch, a canvas tote bag in one hand, a relaxed smile upon her face. She had gorgeous silver-gray hair and youthful, sky-blue eyes. This morning she wore a stylish bright red jacket, and gold earrings shaped like angel’s wings dangled from her ears.

Sage relaxed. When she grew up, she wanted to be just like Celeste. The woman was the kindest, friendliest, smartest, and most active senior Sage had ever met. She rode a Honda Gold Wing motorcycle for fun, watched DVDs of The Mary Tyler Moore Show for entertainment, and never missed a Sunday at church or failed to give her opinion about the preacher’s sermon. It had been her idea to turn the Cavanaugh House estate into Angel’s Rest Healing Center and Spa, and construction alone had already proved a boon to the economically depressed town even before today’s official opening.

The townspeople loved Celeste for doing her part in rescuing Eternity Springs. Sage loved Celeste for herself. In many ways, she was the mother and the grandmother Sage had never had.

She opened her door with a smile. “Celeste. What brings you out this way?”

“The Landrys offered their vacation home as an overflow facility for the center, and since we’re packed to the rafters with the grand opening, we’ll need to use it tonight.”

The Landrys were a lovely family from Texas who owned the only other house on Reflection Point, the narrow little peninsula where Sage lived. “I wanted to stop and drop off a little welcome basket,” the older woman continued. “When I saw your light, I decided to come beg a cup of coffee.”

“I’m glad you did. I was about to toast a bagel. Care to join me?”

“Actually . . .” Celeste held up the tote bag. “I happen to have breakfast fixings with me. Care if I make myself at home in your kitchen?”

Sage blinked. “That’s fine with me, but, with the grand opening, aren’t you swamped?”

“Everything’s under control, and frankly, with all the hustle and bustle, I’m glad to have a few moments of peace and quiet out here at Hummingbird Lake. I have bacon, eggs, a loaf of bread for toast, and a jar of homemade strawberry jam.”

“That sounds much better than a bagel.” Sage eyed the bag appreciatively. “Tell you what. My stovetop is persnickety when it comes to heat regulation. You have to talk to it just right. Why don’t you let me man the frying pan while you handle the toaster?”

Celeste’s blue eyes twinkled. “An excellent plan.”

Sage took the tote bag and led Celeste through the cozy little cottage to the kitchen, where the women went to work. Their conversation centered around the two main events of the day, but when they sat down to eat, Celeste sipped her coffee and introduced a new subject. “How are you feeling, Sage? You look a bit tired.”

She attempted a dodge. “I got up early and painted a gift for Nic and Gabe.”

“That’s nice,” Celeste said. “Although I’m sure they wouldn’t have wanted you to miss sleep because of it. This wedding is a last-minute thing, after all.”

“Actually, a nightmare woke me up. I couldn’t get back to sleep.” Sage set down her knife, surprised at herself for admitting the truth. She never talked about the nightmares.

“Oh, you poor thing.” Celeste clucked her tongue. “I’m so sorry. Does that happen often?”

“No, not really.” Sage took a bite of jam-slathered toast and realized that something about Celeste invited confidences. She was simply so easy to talk to. After savoring the flavor of springtime in the jam, she swallowed, sipped her juice, then added, “Since I moved to Eternity Springs, I sleep pretty well. I think the mountain air is magic.” “Eternity Springs is special,” Celeste agreed. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. This valley nurses a special energy that soothes troubled souls—if those souls open their hearts and minds to the possibilities.”

Sage couldn’t argue against it. Heaven knows the town had been working its magic on her these past few years. She’d been a basket case, running away from life as she knew it, when she literally arrived at a crossroads on a Colorado mountain road and turned left, ending up in Eternity Springs.

She couldn’t explain it to anyone—she couldn’t explain it to herself—but she’d known in her bones that the left turn had been the rightest turn of her life. Call it instinct or intuition or a message from her very own angel, but Sage had understood that she was meant to live and work in Eternity Springs, at least for a little while.

So she’d moved here and made friends here. She’d made a life and a career here. Except for the occasional nightmares and flashbacks, she was happy here.

“Eternity Springs has been good for me. I predict your healing center will be a wild success, Celeste.”

“I completely agree. Those who open themselves up to all that life has to offer here will find great rewards. You remember that, Sage. Now, let me help you with the dishes. Breakfast was simply divine.”

“It did hit the spot. Thank you for providing both the idea and the supplies.”

“You’re very welcome. I’m a big believer in having protein for breakfast, especially since you and I have a packed day ahead of us.”

Sage didn’t argue with her, but she didn’t anticipate her own day being all that busy. Other than showing up at St. Stephen’s thirty minutes early to help Nic dress, the only tasks on her docket were to witness the wedding and stroll Celeste’s estate as a guest at the grand opening. She didn’t intend to open Vistas, her art gallery, at all today.

After Celeste left, Sage wrapped her gift for Nic and Gabe in plain brown paper and fished a red marker from her junk drawer in order to draw hearts as decoration. When the memory of a homemade valentine that had giraffes sporting heart-shaped spots drifted through her mind, she sucked in a breath.

“Stupid dream,” she muttered, then gritted her teeth as the pain washed over her. Following a dream, invariably the memories stayed around like a hangover. Not all memories were bad, but the good ones seemed to be buried beneath the mountain of ugliness she’d brought home from Africa.

Sage set down the marker and walked to her kitchen window, where she gazed out across Hummingbird Lake toward Eternity Springs. Taking in that view went further to rid herself of that hangover than ingesting any painkiller ever could.

“Forget the nightmare,” she murmured. “The sadness ends now.”

Well, at least for today. Today was going to be a wonderful day. This was Nic’s real wedding day and the culmination of Celeste’s “Angel Plan” for the economic survival of Eternity Springs. It was a day for celebration—not one for nightmares and heartbreaking memories—and it was time she headed for the church.

As she retrieved her car keys from her bedside table, she stared longingly at her pillow and added aloud, “A day for celebration, and maybe a nap.”

Continues...

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Interviews & Essays

As readers find their way to Eternity Springs, Colorado by way of my new series, I'm noticing a trend in comments they make about the books. Repeatedly, readers tell me they'd like to live in Eternity Springs. I usually respond by declaring, "Me, too!"

I know why I love Eternity Springs. It's my vision of a heavenly place to live with beautiful scenery, quaint shops, fun outdoor activities, and wonderful weather?usually. (Since I'm writing this town, it's only winter when winter works for me.) Yet, the primary appeal of my small, Rocky Mountain town is its people. Eternity Springs is populated by characters I find interesting, by people I'd like to have as friends, and by individuals I could love.

What is it about this fictional world that speaks to readers? I asked the question online and received some lovely responses.

Susanna C. wrote: "I like its location, isolated and beautiful, and the sense of community among its residents. I want to live beside Hummingbird Lake, buy baked goods from Sarah, put a painting by Sage in my house, maybe in the dining room over a sideboard made by Colt. And relax in the hot springs at Angel's Rest when work gets stressful."

Sylvia B. said: "I'll happily live in the house down the road from Susanna C! I like that they care?for each other, for an abandoned dog, for the land, for the community itself. I like that everyone does what he can to be a better person, but that human failings are accepted as par for the course."

Catherine C. responded: "Beauty, location, lakes and waterfalls. Sense of family, friends, cranky unhappy neighbors and neighbors who have joy to spare."

Kelli C. replied: I like the friendship of the people in Eternity Springs. They accept each other for who they are and the good that they see within them. They are people you can depend on."

Julie B. answered: "Eternity Springs feels like home. Love, cozy, warm, inviting, friendly. The business of big city life can be draining, and Eternity Springs makes me think of a place where I can be refreshed. Mountains, lakes, just sooo relaxing."

I hope you'll pardon me as I bask in the glow of reader praise.

Another question that readers often ask is when they'll be able to read the next Eternity Springs book. Happily, the third book, HEARTACHE FALLS, arrives April 26th with books four and five coming next year.

I intend to write Eternity Springs stories as long as readers want to read them. Judging by comments like this one from Anne B., that may be awhile.

"Let's build a new sub-division in Eternity Springs - we'll call it Friendship - we'll all move there and Emily will have to keep writing about it because there are so many new residents!!"

With reader responses like these, for me, Eternity Springs truly is a little piece of heaven in the Colorado Rockies.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 21, 2012

    Great read.

    I enjoyed this book very much..

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 3, 2012

    Highly Recommend The whole series!

    Love "Eternity Springs"! Very refreshing read. My kinda book!!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 12, 2014

    Excellent

    Read
    The entire series. Light, fun and addictive

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  • Posted June 9, 2014

    Another great book in this series!

    Love, Love, Love Emily March's 'Eternity Springs' Series and Book #2 ('Hummingbird Lake') did not disappoint me. I've since read Book #3 and #4, and am ready for Book #5. These characters, the detail, and the whole theme of "Eternity Springs" is a breath of fresh air, and I'm totally enjoying the easy and delightful reads!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 5, 2014

    Serena

    I'm gonna get a new nook. I'm on my friends. I lurv you see you soon !!

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 5, 2014

    Beautiful story

    I loved this book, the people the setting, the Story line, Romance, Problems. an excellent book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 26, 2014

    TAP HERE ITS A HUMINH BIRD REALLY IT IS DONT MAKE THAT FACE ILL HUNT U DOWN AND KILL U IN UR SLEEP COME ON TAP HERE

    TRY TO FIND THE WORD APPLE IN THIS THEN GIVE ME UR EMAIL AND FIRST AND LAST NAME AND ILL SEND THE PIC TO U Xdhdjeuejfhfjfjfjfuwiejebrbrhjbwjebehheyeiownjbdhfbbfbuhfjhbhbhueeujjrjrjrjrjrjrurirugugutuuuruiitiugjdjkieufjjiuriririjjurjfbfbfjrjrjnfnbfbbbbfbfbhrhbjjrrjrurjrjrjrhffjrhhrhrhrjfnnkiqojdjjnjnndnkjekekio hhrhehehehehrhrbrjeuhhfapplehdbdfheehuhrjrururuururururjfjuuuruuruuujuriruuuurueuehhjrjfjrjfjeieoekohjikjejebfhfieou

    0 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 14, 2014

    Second Sequel as good as the first. Very enlightening. Great Read

    You must keep read all three of these books as they are entwined together to keep you interested from page one. I am now reading the third Series and the only fault I had with these books are they are very short reads and the cost is a bit high for a less than 300 page book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 5, 2014

    Wasn't sure she could top the first one, but she did. Emily has

    Wasn't sure she could top the first one, but she did. Emily has such an easy style of writing. So glad I found her books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 24, 2014

    Tyler

    *climbs high into the treeswith a camera* " HEY ALEX AND CHRISTI SMILE FOR THE CAMERA!!!!!!!!!!!!!" yelling and laughing at the same time.*snap* *snap* takes tons of pics before running back to camp.

    0 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 24, 2014

    Alex

    Kisses back* lets go meat them.. ill claim my prize latter...

    0 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 27, 2014

    Rue

    She sits in a tree.

    0 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 26, 2014

    Sakina

    Sadiq pulled Sakina ahead of him and she reached for Phantom.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 1, 2014

    Foxclan Apperentices Den

    Foxclan only

    0 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 8, 2013

    Alejandro

    Alejandro paces silently, watching the others.

    0 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 23, 2013

    Wendy to all

    My nooks usb port is messed up so idk when ill be on ~Wendy

    0 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 25, 2013

    Spikedkit

    Pounced on her tail again.

    0 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 22, 2013

    Ashlyn

    Struts in wearing a short black dress hot pink pumps and her hair was curled and pinned down. "Hey guys."

    0 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 22, 2013

    Josh

    Um wat is this

    0 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 7, 2013

    TO ALL

    SPIRIT CLARA SNOW AND SHANE WILL NOT BE ON FOR AWHILE DUE TO THE FACT HER NOOK IS BROKEN!!!! IF YOU WANT TO CONTACT HER THEN GET AN INSTAGRAM AND LOOK UP PARTYPOSION_KILLJOY AND THAT IS HER!!!

    0 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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