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Woodrose Mountain (Hope's Crossing Series #2)

Woodrose Mountain (Hope's Crossing Series #2)

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by RaeAnne Thayne

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Evie Blanchard was at the top of her field in the city of angels. But when an emotional year forces her to walk away from her job as a physical therapist, she moves from Los Angeles to Hope's Crossing seeking a quieter life. So the last thing she needs is to get involved with the handsome, arrogant Brodie Thorne and his injured daughter, Taryn.

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Evie Blanchard was at the top of her field in the city of angels. But when an emotional year forces her to walk away from her job as a physical therapist, she moves from Los Angeles to Hope's Crossing seeking a quieter life. So the last thing she needs is to get involved with the handsome, arrogant Brodie Thorne and his injured daughter, Taryn.

A self-made man and single dad, Brodie will do anything to get Taryn the rehabilitation she needs…even if it means convincing Evie to move in with them. And despite her vow to keep an emotional distance, Evie can't help but be moved by Taryn's spirit, or Brodie's determination to win her help—and her heart. With laughter, courage and more than a little help from the kindhearted people of Hope's Crossing, Taryn may get the healing she deserves—and Evie and Brodie might just find a love they never knew could exist.

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Publishers Weekly
Thayne’s second Hope’s Crossing contemporary (after Blackberry Summer) is sweet without being cloying, and refreshingly free of the sex-manual minutiae that too frequently clog the genre. Tanked-up joyriding teens crash their vehicle, leaving one dead and another badly hurt. Brain-damaged Taryn Thorne is so surly she gets ejected from her rehab facility, so her father, gorgeous mogul Brodie Thorne, inveigles former physical therapist Eveline Blanchard into setting up Taryn’s home therapy. Evie accepts for “just a few weeks”; after the tragic death of her adopted daughter, she’d much rather be beading at the String Fever bead shop or exploring Hope’s Crossing’s stunning Colorado mountain scenery than returning to her old career. From the start, Brodie feels unsuitable lust and indefatigable longing for Evie, while she gradually abandons her initial resistance to his real estate development plans and yummy piratical looks. Plenty of tenderness and Colorado sunshine flavor this pleasant escape. Agent: Karen Solem, Spencerhill Associates. (Apr.)

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Hope's Crossing Series , #2
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On a warm summer evening, the homes and buildings of Hope's Crossing nestled among the trees like brightly colored stones in a drawer—a brilliant lapis-lazuli roof here, a carnelian-painted garage here, the warm topaz of the old hospital bricks.

Evaline Blanchard rested a hip against a massive granite rock, taking a moment to catch her breath on a flat area of the Woodrose Mountain trail winding through the pines above the town she had adopted as her own.

From here, she could see the quaint old buildings, the colorful flower gardens in full bloom, Old Glory hanging everywhere. At nearly sunset on a Sunday, downtown was mostly quiet—though she could see a few cars parked in the lot of the historic Episcopalian church that had been the first brick structure in town, back when Hope's Crossing was a hustling, bustling mining town with a dozen saloons. Probably a Sunday-evening prayer service, she guessed.

Farther away, she could see more cars and a bustle of activity near Miners' Park and she suddenly remembered a bluegrass band was performing on the outdoor stage there for the weekly concert-in-the-park series.

Maybe she should have opted for an evening of music in the park instead of heading up into the mountains. She always enjoyed the concerts on a lovely summer night and the fun of sitting with her neighbors and friends, sharing good music and maybe a glass of wine and a boxed dinner from the cafe.

No, this was the better choice. As much as she enjoyed outdoor concerts, after three days of dealing with customers nearly nonstop at the outdoor art fair she had just attended in Grand Junction, she had been desperate for a little quiet.

Next to her, Jacques, her blond Labradoodle, stretched out on the dirt trail with a bored sort of air, tormenting a deerfly with the effrontery to buzz around his head.

"You don't have any patience when I have to stop to catch my breath, do you?"

He finally took pity on the fly—sort of—and swallowed it, then grinned at her as if he had conquered some advanced Jedi Master skill. Mission accomplished, he lumbered to his big paws and looked at her expectantly, obviously eager for more exercise.

She couldn't blame him. He had been endlessly patient during three days of sitting in a booth. He deserved a good, hard run. Too bad her glutes and quads weren't in the mood to cooperate.

Finally she caught her breath and headed up again, keeping to a slow jog. Despite the muscle aches, more of her tension melted away with each step.

She used to love running on the beach back in California, with the sea-soaked air in her face and the thud of her jogging shoes on the packed sand and the sheer, unadulterated magnificence of the Pacific always in view.

No ocean in sight here. Only the towering pines and aspens, the understory of western thimbleberry and wild roses, and the occasional bright flash of a mountain bluebird darting through the bushes.

She was content with no sound of gulls overhead. She still loved the ocean, without question, and at times yearned to be alone on a beach somewhere while the surf pounded the shore, but somehow this place had become home.

Who would have expected that a born-and-bred California girl could find this sort of peace and belonging in a little tourist town nestled in the rockies?

She inhaled a deep, sage-scented breath, more tension easing out of her shoulders with every passing moment. It had been a hectic three days. This was her fourth outdoor arts-and-crafts fair of the season and she had one more scheduled before September. Her crazy idea to set up a booth at summer fairs across Colorado to sell her own wares and those of the other clients of String Fever—the bead store in Hope's Crossing where she worked—had taken off beyond her wildest dreams.

She was especially pleased, since all of the beaders participating had agreed to donate a portion of their proceeds to the Layla Parker memorial scholarship fund.

Layla was the daughter of Evie's good friend Maura McKnight-Parker and she had been killed in April in a tragic accident that had ripped apart the peace of Hope's Crossing and shredded it into tiny pieces.

Outdoor art-and-crafts fairs were exciting and dynamic, full of color and sound and people. But it was also hard work, especially when she worked by herself. Setting up the awning, arranging the beadwork displays, dealing with customers, running credit cards. All of it posed challenges.

Over the weekend, she'd had to deal with two shoplifters and the inevitable paperwork that resulted. This Sunday-evening run was exactly what she needed.

Finally tired, her muscles comfortably burning, she took the fork in the trail that headed back to town, her cross-trainers stirring up little clouds of dirt with every step. She'd forgotten her water bottle in her haste to get up on the cool trail after the drive and suddenly all she could think about was a long, cold drink of water.

The return trip took her and Jacques down Sweet Laurel road, past some of the small, wood-framed older houses that had been built when the town was raw and new. She saw Caroline Bybee out watering her gorgeous flowers, her wiry gray braids covered by a big, floppy straw hat. Evie waved to her but didn't stop to talk.

The air smelled of a summer evening, of grilling meat from a barbecue somewhere, onions being cooked in one house she passed, fresh-mown grass at another, all with the undertone of pine and sage from the surrounding mountains.

By the time she turned at the top of steep Main Street and headed past the storefronts toward her little two-bedroom apartment above String Fever, she was hungry and tired and only wanted to put her feet up for a couple of hours with a good book and a cup of tea.

String Fever was housed in a two-story brick building that once had been the town's most notorious brothel, back in the days when this particular piece of Colorado was full of rowdy miners. She cut through an alley that opened onto the lovely little fenced garden behind the store, enjoying the sweet glow of the sunset on the weathered brick.

Jacques gave one sharp bark when she reached the gate into the garden, barely big enough for some flowers, a patch of grass and a table and four chairs where the String Fever employees took breaks or the kids of Claire Bradford—soon to be Claire McKnight—could hang out and do homework when their mother was working.

Evie really needed to think about moving into a bigger place where Jacques could have room to run. When she had moved into the apartment above the store, she'd never planned on having a dog, especially not a good-size one like Jacques. She had only intended to foster him for a few weeks as a favor to a friend who volunteered at the animal shelter, but Evie had fallen hard for the big, gentle dog with the incongruously charming poodle fur.

"Hold on, you crazy dog. You're probably as thirsty as I am. I can let you off your leash in a minute."

She pushed through the gate, then froze as Jacques instantly barked again at a figure sitting at one of the wrought-iron chairs. The shade of the umbrella obscured his features and her heart gave a well-conditioned little stutter at finding a strange man in her back garden.

Back in L.A., she probably would have already had one finger on the nozzle of her pepper spray and one on the last "1" in 9-1-1 on her cell phone, just in case.

Here in Hope's Crossing, when a strange man showed up just before dark, she was definitely still cautious but not panicky. Yet.

She peered through the beginnings of pearly twilight and suddenly recognized the man—and all her alarm bells started clanging even louder. She would much rather face a half dozen knife-wielding criminals out to do her harm than Brodie Thorne.

"Evening," he said and rose from the table, tall and lean and dark amid the spilling flowerpots set around the pocket garden.

Jacques strained against the leash, something he didn't normally do. As she wasn't expecting it and hadn't had time to wrap her fingers more tightly around it, the leash slipped through and Jacques used his newfound freedom to rush eagerly toward the strange man.

The distance was short and she'd barely formed the words of the sit command before the dog reached Brodie. Given her experience with the annoying man, she braced for him to push the dog away with some rude comment about how she couldn't keep her dog under any better control than her life, or something equally disdainful. Instead, he surprised her by scratching the dog between his Lab-shaped ears.

She didn't want him to be kind to dogs. It was a jarring note in an otherwise unpleasant personality.

Her relationship with Brodie had gotten off to a rocky start from the moment she'd started an email friendship with his mother nearly three years ago on a beading loop, a friendship that had finally led Evie to Hope's Crossing and String Fever, the store Katherine had opened several years ago and eventually sold to Claire Bradford.

His mother had become a dear friend. She had offered unending support and love to Evie during a very dark time and Evie adored her. She owed Katherine so much. Being polite to her abrasive son was a small enough thing, especially since Brodie had troubles of his own right now.

"Sorry. Have you been waiting long?" she asked after an awkward, jerky sort of pause.

"Ten minutes or so. I was about to leave you a note when I heard you coming down the alley."

She didn't feel at all prepared to talk to him, especially when she couldn't focus on anything but her thirst. "I'm sorry, but I didn't take my water bottle on my run and I desperately need a drink. Can you give me a minute?"


"Do you want to come up or wait for me down here?"

"I'll come up."

On second thought, she should have phrased that differently. How about you wait here where it's safe and stay the heck out of my personal bubble. Alas, too late to rescind the invitation now.

She led the way up her narrow staircase, aware with each step of the man following closely behind her. She wasn't used to men in this space, she suddenly realized. Yes, she had dated a few times since she'd come to Hope's Crossing, but nothing serious and nobody she would consider inviting up to her personal sanctuary.

For the most part, her life was surrounded by women. She worked in a bead store, for heaven's sake, a location not usually overflowing with an overabundance of testosterone. If she wanted to date, she was going to have to put a little effort into it. Now that she almost thought she'd begun to finally achieve some level of serenity after the last rough two years, maybe it was time she did something about that.

If she were to start thinking seriously about entering that particular arena again, she could guarantee with absolute certainty that the words Brodie Thorne and dating would never appear in the same context in her head—even though he was gorgeous, if one went for the sexy, dark-haired, buttoned-down businessman.

Which she so didn't.

She pulled her house key out of the small zipper pocket on the inside waistband of her leggings and unlocked the door. As soon as it swung open, she winced. She had forgotten the mess she'd left behind when she headed up into the mountains immediately after her return to town—the jumble of boxes and bags and suitcases. She really ought to have left Brodie down in the garden with Jacques.

Brodie raised an eyebrow at the mess—or perhaps at her eclectic design tastes, with the mismatched furniture covered in mounds of pillows, the wispy curtains on the windows and the jeweled lampshades she'd created one winter night when she was bored. It was a far cry from her sleek little house in Topanga Canyon or her childhood home, a sprawling mansion in Santa Barbara, but she loved it.


Meet the Author

New York Times bestselling author RaeAnne Thayne finds inspiration in the beautiful northern Utah mountains where she lives with her family. Her books have won numerous honors, including six RITA Award nominations from Romance Writers of America and Career Achievement and Romance Pioneer awards from RT Book Reviews. She loves to hear from readers and can be reached through her website at www.raeannethayne.com.

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Woodrose Mountain 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 114 reviews.
DaniC More than 1 year ago
This is a sweet story about redemption, forgiveness, healing and love. As a fan of these types of romances I am happy to say that this is the perfect read for a stormy night. I was able to forget about the storm around me and come to love the people of Hope’s Crossing. Woodrose Mountain is about a woman named Evie who after a personal crisis leaves her job as a physical therapist and becomes a beader in the small town of Hope’s Crossing. It is there she meets Brodie who desperately needs her help as a physical therapist. His daughter Taryn had been in a car accident that claimed the life of one of her friends and almost claimed hers. With Evie’s help, Brodie hopes that one day his daughter will one able to walk and talk like she used to. This captivating story drew me in and by the end of the book and I had laughed and cried. It wasn’t until after I had started reading Woodrose Mountain did I find out it is actually the send one in a series. I found this book to be perfect as a standalone but because I enjoyed it so much I will be reading the first one as soon as I can.
RonnaL More than 1 year ago
Forgiveness, redemption and giving back to others to help deal with your own troubles are the underlying themes of this second light romance in the Hope's Crossing series by RaeAnne Thayne.  Evie Blanchard works in the beading store with Claire (from BLACKBERRY SUMMER)  but she's actually a physical therapist.  A tragedy in her past has caused her to forgo that path for her own emotional security.  But when single dad, Brodie, begs her to take over his 15 year old daughter, Taryn's therapy,  Evie is torn in making a decision.  Taryn was almost killed in an accident that did kill one of Evie's friend's daughter, and Taryn is her best friend's granddaughter, so she relents and agrees to help until they find another therapist.  Hearts and emotions of many people are affected by Taryn and her struggle with guilt and recuperation, including her dad and Evie. I really enjoyed this light romance with underlying themes that relate to so many different people.  The "Angel of Hope" again appears in this book, which I appreciate as a grand idea for any community.  The romance is nicely done without any overdone sex scenes. The writing is terrific and flows nicely with a group of endearing characters.  Definitely will continue with this series!
Dollycas More than 1 year ago
We met Evie Blanchard in the first book of the series Blackberry Summer. She works for Claire in the bead shop but before she came to Hope's Crossing she lived in Los Angeles and was a very successful physical therapist. After a very emotional year there she sought refuge in the relaxed pace of Hope's Crossing. She is shocked when her friend Katherine who knows her history asks her to help with her granddaughter Taryn's rehabilitation. Taryn was injured in a accident the shook up the whole town. Evie was able to turn down dad Brodie's request when he asked her to help but there was no way she could turn down his mom. Brodie is a single dad that will do anything he can to help his daughter recuperate and is happy when Evie agrees to at least get things set up and started. She is immediately drawn in by Taryn's spirit and realizes the she can help her. The feelings that she is starting to feel for Brodie are the last thing she needs. With some help for her friends Taryn starts to make strides in her recovery and Evie and Brodie are on a path to find a love neither of them expected. Dollycas's Thoughts This book hit me on a very personal level. Many of you know my story. I was in a accident back in 2001 that has left my right side paralyzed. I spent 75 days in the hospital and then another year in outpatient therapy. I was privileged to work with some awesome physical and occupational therapists. Thankfully my brain and speech was not affected like Taryn, but it was a long road and while I can walk very short distances, any trips outside of our home require a wheelchair and learning to do things left-handed and one-handed has been a journey I would not wish on anyone. My prognosis wasn't that good and there have been bumps along the way but each day I wake up is a gift. Because of what I went through Taryn's story rings true. Her depression, her anger, her temper, are all things just like I experienced as well as the joy she felt when a goal is reached. The therapist's push you beyond what you think you can do. That's what Evie did for Taryn. Yes, this a romance novel, and the romance was engaging. Like the first book in the series the characters and their relationships with each other is wonderful. Hope's Crossing seems like a great place to live. The author has created a place I want to visit again and again. But it was Taryn's story of strength and drive and doing the right thing in the end that made me absolutely love this book.
SleepDreamWrite More than 1 year ago
While I liked the first book, and its couple Riley and Claire, I think I like this book a little bit more and especially its couple Brodie and Evie. And their many, many flaws and how they learn to overcome it. All the while, a possible romance between them? I also liked that this one is more focus on the plot, while it does have its romance elements to it. I don't know what else to say really but that this was a pretty good installment in the series so far and I look forward to read the next book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Some reviews are so far-fetched, with a rating, that the revuewers must spend too much time playing fantasy games
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Delightful story about lov facing challenges, and family value. 244 pages of goodness.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love this authors storys and hope to read many more
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Intense. An intense book, with intense characters living through an intense situation. This book was riveting, romantic, harsh, and real.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It helps to read these books in sequence to be introduced to the many characters and their lives and personalities. The main characters in Woodrose Mountain are Evie Blanchard and Brodie Thorne (whose daughter Taryn has barely survived a truck accident which has had a fatality). Evie has left her home and life as a physical therapist on the West Coast to move to Hope's Crossing (later we learn why she left California and her career) and to work with Claire Bradford at String Fever. Evie's relationship with Brodie's mother Katherine has led her to Hope's Crossing and to String Fever which she sold to Claire Bradford. Though Evie fights her involvement in the rehab process with the persuasion of Katherine and other forces, she relents and helps with Taryn's rehabilitation. With the company of Jacques (Evie's blonde Labradoodle), the rehab process has a rocky start. Evie countermands the wishes of Brodie, doing what she believes is best for his daughter. As the rehab progresses so does the relationship between Evie and Brodie. Not my favorite book in the series. I have just finished reading the sixth book, Christmas in Snowflake Canyon. Hope there are more books in the series about the people in Hope's Crossing.
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