Wilder Sisters

Wilder Sisters

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by Jo-Ann Mapson

Set in Floralee, New Mexico, The Wilder Sisters introduces two sisters who fall in love with men when they least expect itand most need it. Rose, at forty, the older, more practical one, lost her husband two years earlier when he was killed by a drunk driver, leaving her in New Mexico with two ungrateful twenty-something kids, a bored dog, and a horse with a bad back.… See more details below


Set in Floralee, New Mexico, The Wilder Sisters introduces two sisters who fall in love with men when they least expect itand most need it. Rose, at forty, the older, more practical one, lost her husband two years earlier when he was killed by a drunk driver, leaving her in New Mexico with two ungrateful twenty-something kids, a bored dog, and a horse with a bad back. Employed as a bookkeeper to a local veterinarian, Rose and her boss, Dr. Austin Donavan, share a love of animals and an intimate yet platonic friendship, each staving off the urge to initiate a romantic relationship. Lily, the beautiful, younger, more daring sister, lives in a tiny condo in Southern California with her cherished dog, Buddy Guy. A woman who has put her career before everything else, she has had more than her share of selfish lovers but has yet to have a taste of love. Lily flees to El Rancho Costa Plente, their parents' ranch in Floralee, for some emotional detox, leaving all responsibility behind in California. At the same time Rose, weary of caring for Austin and aching from the departure of her two nearly grown children, sets out for the ranch to take a much-needed vacation. A time-out from their problems would seem to be the perfect cure for what ails the Wilder sisters. But the two haven't spoken in five long years, and spending time together is the last thing they'd planned. Nor had either anticipated being so actively pursued by lovestruck men - Rose by her boss, and Lily by an old boyfriend who has grown even sexier over the years.

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Editorial Reviews

Library Journal
Rose and Lily, the Wilder sisters, arrive nearly simultaneously at their parent's home, Rancho Costa Plenty, after five years without speaking. Lily, younger and single, is on an extended two-week leave from her high-pressure California sales job. Rose, a widowed empty nester, stops by with one of the many horses, dogs, and cats populating this highly praised novel. Simmering sibling rivalries, family relationships, and each sister's love stories (and sexual escapades) fill this romance tale set in Floralee, NM. Melissa Hughes's reading adds a dramatic element to the well-developed characters' stories. Recommended where recorded romances are popular.--Sandy Glover, West Linn P.L., OR Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
In a delightful fifth novel, Mapson (Loving Chloe, 1998, etc.) brings her eponymous heroines fully to life and credibly orchestrates their different, necessary squirmings through a year of heartbreak on a New Mexico horse farm. Rose, at 40 the elder of the sisters, is stuck in modest circumstances and frozen in subdued grief for her husband, recently killed by a drunk driver. Her children have left home and left Rose empty, though she flirts around a romance with her boss, Austin Donavan, an alcoholic veterinarian. Meanwhile, Lily, a sales rep in southern California for a surgical equipment company, yanks down a hefty paycheck at the price of her soul, has dozens of loveless encounters, and misses her hometown of Floralee, New Mexico. The sisters meet up again at their parents' ranch, and Mapson, with subtle emotional insights and fluid narration, chronicles their hopes and disappointments over the course of one fateful year. Rose falls for (then rejects) a double-crossing (then repentant) Austin; Lily rekindles a romance with high-school flame Tres, despite memories of the child he fathered (and she aborted) when they were 18. Tres, a former psychiatrist, and Austin, who drinks away his grief over a painful divorce, both come with baggage, but their humanity is not slighted by the author. Mapson spins an enjoyable yarn that doesn't disdain earned sorrow: the funeral for Shep, the grizzled and wise ranch manager felled by prostate cancer, will bring some tears. Essentially a story about reconciliation and compromise, this warm, frank narrative talks honestly about limits, betrayal, and the possibility that risk-taking will out in the long run over the safety of despair. Mapson isparticularly refreshing as a portraitist: she knows the Wilder sisters well and needs no help from Freud to illuminate their conflicted, frustrated, ambitious inner lives. A clean, honest, easy, unadorned tale.

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An Echo from a Former Life

I used to love my children," Rose Wilder Flynn said as she held the mare's bound tail aside so the vet, his gloved and greased arm sunk up to the shoulder inside the horse, could palpate the horns of the uterus for signs of pregnancy."Sesame Street Band-Aids, scout meet-ings, classroom cupcakes with the little colored jimmies.Once upon a time, Austin, I did the whole nine yards for them."

Austin Donavan, DVM, rotated his arm inside, Miss Winky, Rose's five-year-old quarter horse."I believe you.It's easy enough to love them when they're small."

"I should have had a passel of kids instead of stopping at two.Yes, with three or more offspring, my odds would definitely improve."

"How's that?"

"Because at any given time one of them is bound to need a loan, a ride somewhere, or a babysitter."

Austin smiled."I suppose." A faraway look came over the vet's face as he pressed forward and down, gently palpating and massaging. Miss Winky, who had earned her nickname for advertising her business end when she was in season, tolerated the inspection with dignity, probably because her upper lip was caught in the bind of a humane twitch.The device, which looked like a nutcracker pinching Winky's upper lip, in reality was releasing endorphins so she wasn't in any pain.Rose scratched the mare's neck with her free hand while murmuring words of encouragement.It was not exactly the kind of treatment Rose her-self received when she saw the gynecologist, but why not calm the horse down if it made Austin's job easier?

He turned his face toward her.The vet was clean-shaven and unsmiling, and though it appeared hewas looking directly at Rose, she knew he was concentrating on the mare.They stood no more than two inches apart, their boot tips touching.Over the healthy scents of alfalfa and nervous horse, Rose could detect the soap Austin had used that morning to wash his face.Nothing fancy, but compared to his usual stink of alcohol, soap smelled like cologne.Then he smiled, and Rose's heart fluttered for a single beat.Oh, let it be! Winky hadn't caught on the first attempt at breeding, back in March.They'd tried again late in May, July, and August.Pregnancy in maiden mares could be detected as soon as thirty days after breeding, if the exam was performed by an experienced vet.Rose crossed her fingers."Is she?"

"Knocked up like a cheerleader," he said."I can feel it along the bottom of the left uterine horn, about the size of an orange." He withdrew his arm and rolled off the lubricated sleeve, throwing it into the back of his pickup."Barring unforeseen circumstances, you'll have yourself a foal next summer, Rose.Going to trailer her up to your dad's?"

"Yes.Soon." Maybe, if she got her way, this very weekend.

"I'll set up a vaccine schedule, and you give it to Shep or your father.Meanwhile, start her on supplements.I'll fetch you some samples from my truck."

Rose unwound the string from the twitch, put it away in the barn, then using a garden hose, washed the mare's butt dean of the slippery lubricant.She turned Winky out into the small arena that took up most of her backyard.Cut loose, the nervous horse squealed once, kicked at the fence, then resumed her usual behavior, which involved standing at the rail, gossiping to Max, the elderly bay gelding who technically belonged to Rose's absent daughter, Amanda.Dr. Donavan set the patient file on the seat of his truck and flipped through the boxes of medical supplies.Rose had seen him give them away to patients who couldn't afford proper veterinary care.His thick brown hair was cropped dose, almost down to a burr.It looked as if he'd given himself the haircut with the same kind of shears Rose used to dip her horses.Over his ears some gray was beginning to creep in.They had known each other almost all their lives, and had been friends for the last ten Rose remembered a time when Austin's hair was long enough to touch his collar.At the time she'd been too young for him to notice, but she'd always had in mind that there'd come a day she'd run her fingers through that hair.Now it was gone, and the moment for that had passed, too.

"Lately I've been thinking about children," Austin said."Now that I'm into my fifties, sort of wish I'd had a couple."

The question that immediately came to mind was, What stopped you? Every resident of Floralee, New Mexico, believed the reason Austin Donavan had remained childless was his wife's--well, Leah was his ex-wife now--vanity.She was extraordinarily pretty--cover-girl material, people often remarked.Rose would never come right out and ask, but she suspected that some kind of infertility issue was going on there and had been a contributing factor to the Donavan divorce.She wished she'd thought twice before complaining about her own kids.Trying to make light of her words, she said, "Oh, come spend a week here.The collect calls will convince you otherwise.Everyone seems to think I have a built-in mother compass when it comes to my children's whereabouts, and at the end of the month, I get to pay for telling them I haven't a clue."Austin laughed, and Rose relaxed.She rolled up the hose, hung it over a nail protruding from a side of the barn where the horses couldn't get to it, and walked out of the arena and into the small yard, where a clothesline was strung between two trees.She bent over a wicker laundry basket half full of dry clothes and began folding.Indoors there was a washer-dryer in working order, but somehow hanging laundry out to dry made the last little bit of summer linger in her clothes.She hated to see it end.

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Sara Davidson
The richest, truest, funniest, sexiest, and most satisfying story about sisters I have read. The writing is luminous, the characters unforgettable, and the end brought me to tears of awe.
—(Sara Davidson, author of Cowboy: A Love Story and Loose Change: Three Women of the Sixties)

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