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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.
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?"
"Sure."
"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.
DaniC
Posted June 13, 2012
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.
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Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.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.
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Posted March 29, 2013
Name: look up. I'll write it for the simple-minded. Jasper Zane Foret. <br> Age/Birthday: 17 and March 26 <br> Human Form: 6'5 which makes me taller than pretty much all of you shortehs xD. I have dark hair and dark brown eyes. I'm muscular. Football and baseball tend to have that effect. I have two scars, one that runs from behind my left ear to the back of my right shoulder and another over my right eye. One tattoo that I keep covered on my left shoulder blade <br> Wolf Form: thick black fur and golden eyes <br> Relationship: dating Fang. Hurt her or hit on her, and I'll rip you to shreds. Have a nice day ^_^ <br> Sister: Raechel. I think her bio is at mountain result three. <br> Likes: playing football and baseball, Fang, John Green books, harassing Mr. Tree and Mr. Bush, making people mad, and some other things <br> Dislikes: newbs, bad grammar, Storms croquet mallets o.o, rude or desperate people, and a loooong list of other stuff <br> Weapons: tooth and claw as a wolf, sword and dagger as a human <br> Favorite Bands: Deadmau5, Three Days Grace, Five Finger Death Punch, and some others <br> Favorite Quotes: "That's what forgiveness sounds like. Screaming, then silence." ~ "Frankly my dear, I don't give a da<3>mn" -Rhett (Gone with the Wind) ~ "We acknowledge that picking your friends nose is a personal choice, and know that it may not be compatabile to all personalities" -John Green and David Levithan (the book, "Will Grayson, Will Grayson") ~ We can't all be heroes, because someone has to sit on the curb and clap as they go by" -Will Rogers ~ "I decided I can't pay a person to rewind time, so I might as well get over it" -Serena Williams <br> Friends: if I leave you out, get over it. Fang, Sam, Briana, Storm, Raechel, Kaelin, and others <br> I'm bored, so I'm done xD
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Posted April 29, 2013
Name: Really? Just look up, can't read headlines? Too bad, get over it. |•| Age: Well, due to not being full human anymore, he is able to survive forever, he is currently 'none of your business' years of age. |•| Species: Human, but partial computer, -_-....a cyborg ya donk. |•| Gender: Hmm, why don't you look over what you just read about him. Right there! Did you catch that last word that implies gender? |•| Appearance: Well, that all depends my friend. In his armored suit he looks like Samus of Metroid, you never seen it? Gasp* shame on you, go look it up you scumbag. Only differance is, it is all black except for a golden chest plate, front thighs, and a blood red, visor on the helmet for vision. His cannon arm is also blood red.|•| Standard appearance: Tall, around 6'4". He is muscular but has more of an lith build, ment for maximum agility. He has black, spiked, or smoothed forward, black hair, it switches between these two styles constantly. His clothing, switches every day, cause get this, *whisper voice* unlike most people here, he washes his cloths! An example of his daily acquire, would be: a black, tight tank-top or neon blue tank-top, full, tight, dark blue jeans that lead down to his combat boots. If he is in his armor, and decides to strip out of it, he is wearing a dark grey, tight, jumpsuit with two red circular marks at each shoulder and two silver streaks that start from the shoulders, down to the waist line where they circle and stop. |•| History: Hmm, blah blah blah, yaddah yaddah yaddah, blabber blabber blabber, blah blah blah.......|•| Personality: According to Sparrow, strange. XD..........serious, mild mannered, intelligent, considering the fact that he has a super computer brain, funny, optamistic, wickedly cruel at times, enjoys obliterating others that annoy him, thoughtful and precise, lazy and layed back, absolutly loves eating. |•| Others: His armor has a compartment at each thigh to carry objects in flight or far distances, or simply storage. He has a holographic computer arm that opens up from a button on his wrist. He has the brain of a super computer and his suit is able to hack into most any software. His suit is able to identify many scies from earthly to alienatic. Ect. |•| Crush: Who knows if she knows that I know that she may know that I know she knows? |•| Status: A singular, solitary being who travels the corners of the universe on his own accord and wish. |•| Occupation: Intergalactic Bounty Hunter. |•| Transportation: Jets placed under each shoulder blade allowing flight whe wearing his suit, or his space craft, The Matrix. |•| Well, assuming you have absorbed most of my information, you may go and understand more about me than you did when you started reading this. Good bye stalkers!
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Posted May 15, 2013
•Name: Meh<br>•Age: Meh<br>•Gender: Meh<br>•Appearance: Meh<br>•Powers: Meh<br>•Skills: Meh<br>•Friends: Meh<br•Clothes: Meh<br>•Status: Meh<br>•Crush: Meh<br•Favorite Food: Meh<br>•Favorite Song: Meh<br>•Favorite Band: Meh<br>•Favorite Quote: Meh<br>•Been Role-Playing Since: Meh<br>•Other: Meh
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Posted May 18, 2013
I am a stegosaurus.
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Posted May 10, 2013
Name: Sam friends: i dunno not you! Looks: blackish hair, blueish eyes always wears a black tee-hurt and jeans with black converses. Relasionship. Single. Sisters and bros: all children of hades twinsister: sima duh! Likes: stuff dislikes: lots of stuff some are frlirty galls idiots personality: i dunno weapon: sword is also obsessed with impersonating sima
SIMA name idiot what do you think? Friends: jason pippin sam and fes others. Is obsessed with star wars. Looks: blue eyes and black hair with neon blue streaks. Always wears a black T and jeans with blue vans. Ii a tomboy. Weapon a lightsaber and a sword. Siblings all children of hades and sam. Other i dunno im being bored. likes stuff dislikes fake rap idiots sam to much to mention. Personalit mean Other single not looking. Favorite quotes sam: a sucker is born every minute. I HATE YOU OBI WAS KENKOBI evwrything happens for a reason sima i hate you other i dunno oh yes they love speling. You kjow hi o supposed to be a bio not really a life story but everyones posting alife story O.o cant think of anything else at 2 in the morning so i will post now buh bye
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Posted March 13, 2013
Hurro, der!! I is a person. And yew is? Anysho... My previous name was Luna Yvonne Patterson!! Ad now it's... *she looks up at the headline.* Despair Fontine Evermore!! Anysho... Let's get started, shall we? Age: Sixteen. *** Gender: Chu stewpedddddd! Height: Ooo! Uh... Uh... I is taller den Fallon xD All yew need to know. Shorreh Fally, precious!! *she waves and blows you a kiss.* *** Facial Features: I have hazel eyes, but dey are greener and have flecks of brown and gold scattered through-out. I have pretty fair skin in deh winter, and more tan in the summer. I have a smattering of freckles, ((luf dat word)), and a sloped nose. Meh lips are full and almost always in a hughty smirk, cus l know l is better than yew!! *** Body: I have a pretty good figure, i suppose. I have fat thighs. •_• It bugs me. xD *** Hair: Oooo! I luf meh hair!! Isso perty!! *she floofs it.* xD I have mid-back lenghth golden chesnut colored hair. It is h pride and joy.... o.O *** Bestest Friends: Fally. Oh, a word on Fallon. My nickname for her is Fally. >_< I came up with it. I see you use it, you die. ^~^ No pressure. Xavier. Calla. Aaaaaand, Courtney. Ooo! And Bacon. *** Friends: Fang. Levi. Candace. Bree. Chris. And, some others that l cant remember right now. *** Relationship: Taaaken! By deh Mongoose. x3 ***Best-Potato Friend: Fallon. *** Family: Mother, Hestia. Father, Thatanos. Sisters, None. Brothers, None. Twinnehs, Fallon. Chilldren, Killer. *** Likes: Talking to Fally. Being random with Bacon and Levi. Eating vodkeh popcorn with Fang. Hugging Xavier. Adam Levine. Hot celebrities. *** Dislikes: Toooooooooooooooo much to list. xD *** Personality: Hmm... Messed up. Random. Sarcastic. Bipolar. Pschotic. Ooo! This guy said l was evil. I told him l was pschotic. He looked it up, and the definition fit me perfeftly... o.O Evil. Cruel. Lazy. *** Pets: Perry! PERRY DEH PLATYPUS! DUNUNUNUNAH!! AGENT P!! xD He's a Stewiepus. Don't ask. Hoot, my owleh. And, Carl. My lllaaammma. ^~^ *** Weapons: Meh pinecone stick of doom!! xD I don't want to type any more... Sho. Baish.
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Posted April 19, 2013
If you expect to find interest my current bio, stop right there. I have better things to do than to be your personal entertainment, so you can go flip your own pancakes. Anywho... moving on. <br> <br> Name: Coconut. Got a problem with that? <br> <br> Gender: Herma<3>phrodite. O.o <br> <br> Age: I've lived for thirteen miserable years. Fourteen soon enough. <br> <br> Flavor: If I must elaborate, sometimes I taste like bacon, sometimes like buttery popcorn. It varies.... Let's not test this statement. :/ <br> <br> Scent: If you really must stick your nose into my business, I usually smell like cinnamon buns. Sweeeeeet cinnamon buns. :3 <br> <br> Rank: Stalker. O.o I'm the resident coconut. Kickin' names and takin' bu<3>tt. <br> <br> Status: I'm taken guys. I know how much you love me, but get outa here suckas! <br> <br> Husband: Greece. You touch him, you're dead. e.e <br> <br> Children: Spes. <br> <br> Other Family: It's huuuge. I'll spare you of this part. <br> <br> Best Friend: Eh... Storm, I guess. <br> <br> Other Friends: Yooooou. <br> <br> Enemies: Yoooou. <br> <br> Eye Colour: An explosion of rich purple rimmed by a soft blue with flecks of gold. <br> <br> Hair: Raven black, shoulder length, sort of layered. Soft and straight, and a strip falls over on eye. The ends are dyed a dark blue that fades into the black. <br> <br> Features: My skin is ghostly pale, in contrast to my ruby red lips. My features are sharp and I have a long, prominant nose. My thin, dark eyebrows rest low over my eyes, and my my face is usually twisted into a dreamy, distant look. I have a thin, curvey figure, and my hands are small and dainty. Plain shexeh. ;D Haters gonna hate. <br> <br> Wings: medium length, feathery but not very full. Colored the same as my hair. <br> <br> Clothes: <br> •Hoodie: My ever-famous black New York Police Department hoodie. <br> •Shirt: If not wearing my hoodie, I'll be in a black shirt on which the short flared sleeves begin lower down so my shoulders are bare. The front has a white insigna from The Dark Knight Rises. <br> •Pants: Plain bermuda shorts. <br> •Shoes: What? <br> •Accessories: My Beats headphones, sparrow feather earrings, a silver heart locket, and of course, my wedding ring. An adventurer's belt displays various potions, my dagger, and it keeps up my pants. Sometimes I'll have some sort of beanie, just 'cause they're cool. <br> <br> Weapons: <br> •Katana: This katana has sort of a blue tint, with strange, intricate markings. <br> •Dagger: A short black knife made of imperial iron. Will cut through your spleen like butter. <br> •Spork: A plastic eating utensil. Mix between a fork and spoon. <br> <br> Powers: <br> •Army of Dead: I can raise a skeleton army with my flipping mind. Child of Hades and all. Get over it. <br> •Shadow Travel: I can bend the shadows to teleport, but it takes up a lot of energy. <br> •Flame Thrower: Self-explanitory. <br> •Bacon Flood: I can summon heapd of bacon, being former Bacon Goddess. Removed of title after flooding a village in bacon. <br><br> Personality: I'm sort of bi-polar. Very ADD. And lazy, apparent from the fact I don't wish to share more. <br><br> Fun Facts: Barfs rainbows. Likes cookie dough. When threatened will hide in a can of cool-whip. Hates people. Likes people. Depends on mood. When asked, "Where is _?" Will reply with, "I ate it." <br><br> You made it to the end! Quite an accomplishment if you were paying attention to anything I said. I know I wasn't. <br> (d// -b)
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Posted April 5, 2013
Name: Um well you just tapped it.
Age: 14 Height: 5"7' Looks: pale-brown eyes. Long brown hair. Tan. Cutely hot. Curvy. Wears short shorts and off the shoulders. Friends: Shadow Hope Briana Leah...Too many others. Dating Hope. Likes soccer and friends. Sisters are briana and crystal and ink. Brothers are kiev. Mom is leah. Dad is roan.
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Posted May 13, 2013
Name: Neenako "Anon" Rosario ••?•• Gender: Female ••?•• Appearance: Snow pale skin, silvery blue eyes bordered by long black eyelashes, waist length black hair, delicate hands with slender fingers made for piano playing ••?•• Clothing: Black nightgown with white front and long silver train ••?•• Species: Fallen angel ••?•• Likes: Kind people, cupcakes, tea, books ••?•• Dislikes: People who think me a newb (Been rping since January 16, 2010) ••?•• Friends: None so far
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Posted April 14, 2013
Bleh. Haven't done this anywhere in a while, so I may be a little rusty. Name is above. Can't read it? Get a better nook. I am 5'4" and stocky built, 115 pounds. Fat and proud. ((Not necessarilly fat, but it's not cellulite, mostly muscle and bone.)) I have hair, yes. My eyes are brown with flecks of green in my right eye. Purple lines run along my forehead above my nose. I love to expirement with html5 and API, and I am currently trying to build a game. Unfortunately, my DAMNED COMPUTER DOESNT RENDER ANYTHING! Heh. Some of my friends are Xavier, Lightningstar, Claire, Storm, Maize, Conn, Gale, Sweetberry, Sparrow, and a bunch more I am forgetting. Enimies are those who are annoying. Ranters. Pfft. I always carry two knifes on me. Sometimes I carry a flail. I usually wear khakis and a gray hoodie, no shoes. I like mud. I enjoy listening to AC/DC, Nirvana, Eagles, Billy Joel, Led Zeppelin, and Guns n' Roses. Yeah. Occasionally Green Day. Some of my favorite quotes: 'I did not fail. I just found 10,000 that don't work.' ~Thomas Edison. 'Man must not live by bread alone. He must have peanut butter.' ~President James Garfield. Well, this concludes this bio, so until next time, Spock out.
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Posted May 18, 2013
Meh. Bored on a Saturday. Hai, guyth. *she waves.* l see you, stalkers. *her eye twitches.* <br>l shall begin. <br> For you retards who believe that my name really is Cobra McEpicness.... BEEP! Chur wrong. Mah name is Audrey. Dun call me that though. My charrie's name is Cobra Wallise Matley-Spark. <br>I am a whoppin' 5'2". And l'm thirteen. I've lived for over a decade, peeps. :D I SURVIVED AN IMAGINARY APOCALYPSE!! AND THE SWINE FLU!! AND 9/11!! <br>l figure l should stop watching tv and finish this. BUT WATCHING OLD MUSIC VIDEOS FROM THE 90'S ISH FUN! Dx <br>Hm. I have long, dark brown hair and blackish brown eyes. A wacky scar across my forehead, that rounds behind my right eye and trails my jaw. :O Mah ears are pierced twice and l'm trying to convince my mommeh to let me pierce them a third time and highlight my side-bangs hot pink. :D l am a stocky build. Yaysh. <br>COBRA STARSHIP! Ish some guy who sings "Good Girls Go Bad". <br>Gawd. Gangam Style ish on. Dx <br>Meh. Fuuuuuuun Shtuff. <br>Mah Buddehs! <br> Yah know who ye are. <br> l'm getting hitched to Chris pretty soon. If my ma knew l was getting married this young, she would probably skin me alive, tan my hide, and hang it up on the wall. o.o Ohsh well! <br>Hia, Theeeeeerrrrrrrre. :3 <br>l like a few things. <br>I dislike a lotta shtuff! Like cats and things! <br>Very superstitious.. Writing on the wall. STEVIE WONDER!!!!! <br>I started roleplay on May 1st, 2012. Yeah, a year. Yaaaaaay. Meh. It sucks. *she shrugs.* <br>Weeeeeeeell. This hasn't helped my boredness one bit. Hm. Bleh. Well, l'mma go. I dun really feel like doin' anything else. <br>WE'RE OUT OF ICE CREAM! DX NO! THE WORLD IS GONNA END! MY LIFE IS OVER! Bleh. Shooooo... l'm going to go into town and get some ice cream 'cause, yah know what? I wanna eat some ice cream. Bai, guyth.
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Posted February 23, 2013
Name: Look up. Looks: Tall, I'm 6'6". Shaggy jet black hair that i constantly have to flip out of my eyes like a wannabe Justin Beiber. Startlingly electric blue eyes, they look like the eye of the girl on the cover of Underworld Evolution. Pale, because I've lived in Britan for the last 17 years. Muscular. Personality: Fairly nice, but can at times be a bloody jackas*. If i like you, I'll stand up for you. Likes: Nando's, Food, London, Harry Potter, Ed Sheeran (don't judge), Coldplay, Muse, Blue Foundation, Blind Pilot, Etc. Tom and Jerry, Spongebob (these last two things I have just recently discovered.) Dislikes: Girls who throw themselves at me or other guys, Bit*hes, cold pizza, godmodders, etc. Wears: whatever the bloody hell I want. Usually T-shirts, ripped jeans, and convers. I have a cross necklace that my nana gave me that I never take off and two silver rings that I wear on my middle fingers.
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Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.It was a pretty good read. Kept you guessing until the end. I think any woman would enjoy it.
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Posted December 28, 2012
Umm. I'm also still there, since January, before the offical rp started there.. :3 And, Yeahh. ^-^
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Posted December 24, 2012
Well of course i would start off with myself. Now this may be short but at least ill get it across. Name: Greece. Gender: male. Age: 16 rl. In rp: 20ish Appearance: if you dont know find Hetalia and look me up. Realtionship status: Married to Bella. Family: my brothers Phil and Liam, my wife, and my son Darren. Nick names: i have a veriety. Greece Lightning, Brubby, Greeceian, and G. Hobbies: reading, playing my clarinet, SLEEPING, cooking, ect. Country of origin: Greece. Personality: i guess you will just have to know me and talk to me to know cuz i have no idea how to explain. Fav books: Harry Potter, Inkheart, Fablehaven, Beyonders, Percy Jackson, Warriors, Eragon, and many others. Fav Band: Relient K. (You should look them up) Birthday: September 17. Fav songs: have too many to say. Info about myself: i would say i can be a pretty dramatic and depressing person. My mother died three years ago by getting hit by a semi. She died two hours later holding my hand. and my brother recently passed from lung cancer.... Harrison will be remembered always. PHIL: yo. Name: Philip (or Phil dont care) Gender: male. Age: 17 in rl. In Rp: 20ish. Birthday: April 9. Appearance: brown hair and amberish colored eyes. Very lanky and a little on the tall side. Relationship status: dating Miko. Family: my bros. Fav books: dont really have any. Fav band: hmm...... I would have to go with Foo Fighters. Fav songs: cant think of em. Personality: i would say i am a mixture.... Greece says im moody. *shrugs* we do fight a lot as well. LIAM: whoo hoo. Name: Liam. Age: in rl 18. In rp: 25ish. Birthday: July 22. Appearance: Brown hair and chocolate brown colored eye. Tall. Has a scar that runs diagnoally across my face. Blind in one eye. Realtionship status: Married to Leona. Family: bros, Leona, and my daughter (awww crap i forgot her name. :/) Hobbies: playing my saxaphone. Personality: calm and easy going. Fav band: aww thats hard...... (THATS ALL FOLKS! THANKS FOR READING!!)
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Posted December 21, 2012
NAME-: Luna Yvone Patterson ((my mind tottaly just went blank xD)) ummmm......hmmmmmm.....lets see. Oh yeah!••AGE-: RP=16••BIRTHDAY-:May 12•• ((oops forgot gender. Well if your that stupid....)) LOOKS-: I have been described many ways by how l dress but my least favorite was that l dress like a lollipop. Not cool. ((Insert Gru's voice from Despicable Me)) No l like to describe myself and my clothing taste as quirky. I guess if l actually had to lable it *sigh* then l would say my norm is....most days l wear skinny jeans and a shirt.....duh....anywho. So yeah. I wear sock because l am just that aswesome. I have a pair of Fuggs¿ that l have loving worn for a totall of....wait for it.....1 YEAR! Yeah! No they are worn out and disgusting. Deal wif it and stop hating on mah boots! I also have a pair of Converse¿ that are turquoise and the best shoes eva!!!!! I forgot height and weight but ya'know what? Deal wif it. Lets see. NEXT!!!!••PERSONALITY-:Ok if you hadn't notice by now l have some problems. Majorly. I am quirky, kind, weird, whimsy, eccentric, zany, and so on and so forth. I am weird and different. Lets just leave it at that.••WEAPON-:My favorite weapon which l recently accumulated, is mah pinecone stick of death!!! FRIENDS-:Dis one is a toughy but here it goes. Chris. Courtney. Claire. Candace. Canine. Captain America. ((Yes l know whats with all the C's. I don't know so hush!)) Storm. Xavier/Myst. Jeffeh. Those are only mah best friends. I have many more aqquaintences.••LIKES-:Waffles. Mah platypus Perry. Jeffeh. Mah friends. Pinecones. Quadricorns. Harry Potter. Tom Felton.••DISLIKES-:Piggehs ((yes l am looking at you Storm)) Bugs. Noobs/newbs. People who don't use punctuation. Drama.••QUOTES-:I don't wake up to impress you. You don't like me? Screw you. You don't know what your missing out on. Come to the Dark Side. We have cookies. HAPPY LLAMA SAD LLAMA TOTALLY RAD LLAMA SUPER LLAMA DRAMA LLAMA BIG FAT MOMMA LLAMA MOOSE ALPACKA MOOSE MOOSE ALPACKA!!!!! Where's Perry? Bloody 'Ell Harry! Alright. Bleh go away words!!!••FAVORITE MOVIES-:Harry Potter. ((All except the second)) Hunger Games. Brave. Finding Nemo.••Favorite Song-:Payphone. Drive By. Happy Birthday.••ARTISTS-:Adam Levine. Train. Green Day. Gwen Stefani. Astalavista!!!!!! See you on the other side!!!! *the curtains close. You here voices from back stage. "Why did l even do that? Oh right. They want to know me...* Porky Pig pops out. "Tha-thats al-all Folks!"
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Posted November 19, 2012
Name: Fury Daemon Rose.
Age: 20.
Gender: Female.
Species: Fury demon/ Half blood.
Height: 5' 7".
Weight: 98 lbs.
Mother: Seraph, an Underworld demoness.
Father: Hades, Lord of the Underworld.
Looks: Mid back length black hair with crimson streaks, dark blue (almost black) eyes, palest of pale skin, crimson demon wings, and a crimson devil tail.
Wears: Sleeveless black rib top, knee length crimson skirt, netted stockings, and crimson high heels.
Weapons: Glace (A beautiful golden bladed scythe with a handle made of human bones, a gift from her dad. It also has the power over ice.) And Flare. (A crimson bow with ends like dragon wings. A gift from her mother that has the power over fire.)
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Posted October 23, 2012
Neme: Miko Millefiore Past names: karin tasha and amy Age: 15 Weight: 117 :P Height: 5 foot 1 Powers and things: c turn into a neko with wings and can eat and breath fire Looks: dark purple eyes tha turn green when angry very pale skin and pure white hair Clothes: white long skeeve shirt d faded jeans with two-face converse Talents: guitar singing running and thtowing knives Likes: nekos and japanese food Dislikes: most people IM VERY BAD WITH WORDS Kay that all for now
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Overview
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 needsÂ…even if it means convincing Evie to ...