Moonlight Road (Virgin River Series #11)

Moonlight Road (Virgin River Series #11)

by Robyn Carr

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With her beloved younger siblings settled and happy, Erin Foley has empty-nest syndrome. At age thirty-five.

So she's hitting the pause button on her life and holing up in a secluded (but totally upgraded—she's not into roughing it) cabin near Virgin River. Erin is planning on getting to know herself…not the shaggy-haired mountain man she meets.

In fact, beneath his faded fatigues and bushy beard, Aiden Riordan is a doctor, recharging for a summer after leaving the navy. He's intrigued by the pretty, slightly snooty refugee from the rat race—her meditating and journaling are definitely keeping him at arm's length. He'd love to get closer…if his scruffy exterior and crazy ex-wife don't hold him back.

But maybe it's something in the water—unlikely romances seem to take root in Virgin River…helped along by some well-intentioned meddling, of course.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780778317333
Publisher: MIRA Books
Publication date: 12/30/2014
Series: Virgin River Series , #11
Edition description: Original
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 61,705
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 6.60(h) x 1.20(d)

About the Author

Robyn Carr is a RITA® Award-winning, #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than forty novels, including the critically acclaimed Virgin River series. Robyn and her husband live in Las Vegas, Nevada. You can visit Robyn Carr’s website at

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In the two weeks Aiden Riordan had been in Virgin River, he'd hiked over a hundred miles and grown himself a pretty hefty dark red beard. With his jet-black hair and brows and his bright green eyes, this legacy of his ancestors gave him a wild look. His four-year-old niece, Rosie, who sported a full head of red curls to go with her green eyes, had said, "Unca Aid! You're a Wide Iwish Rose, too!"

For a man without a mission for the first time since he could remember, this lay-back time was working out to his liking. Since undergrad in premed, he hadn't been without incredibly stiff goals. Now, at age thirty-six, after fourteen years in the navy, he was between jobs, completely unsure where he'd land next, and he felt good about it. Motivation interruptus had turned out to be a delightful state of being. The only thing he was certain of, he wasn't leaving Virgin River before the middle of summer. His older brother Luke and sister-in-law Shelby were expecting their first child, and he damn sure wasn't going to miss that. His brother Sean would soon be home from Iraq and planned a short leave before heading with his wife, Franci, and daughter, Rosie, to his next assignment, and Aiden looked forward to a little time with him, as well.

The June sun beat down on him. He wore fatigue pants, hiking boots and a tan T-shirt with salty perspiration rings under the arms. He was wet down his chest and back and smelled pretty ripe. He carried a camouflage backpack for protein bars and water, and strapped to his belt, a machete for clearing any brush that got in his way. He had a ball cap on his head and his black hair had already started to curl out from under the edges. A four-foot-tall walking staff had become his constant companion, and since a chance encounter with a too-confident mountain lion, he now carried a bow and a quiver of arrows. Of course, if he ran into a real cranky bear, he could be toast.

He wandered up a winding dirt road. It looked like it could be someone's driveway or an abandoned logging road, he was never sure which. He was aiming for a ridge he'd seen from below. At the end of the drive, he came face-to-face with what appeared to be an abandoned cabin. Experience had taught him the difference—if the path to the outhouse facilities was overgrown and it was especially run-down, it was probably vacant. There were no guarantees on that, however. He'd made that assumption once and an old woman had leveled a shotgun at him and ordered him to scram. Now, he gave the place a wide berth and walked through the woods toward the ridge.

Of course, there was no path; he used the machete to chop away some of the overgrowth. He came out of the other side to the most amazing, intoxicating sight. A woman wearing very short khaki shorts was bent over at the edge of her deck, backside pointed right at him. Even given his expertise in that department, he couldn't tell her exact age, but that was one beautiful booty on top of a couple of magnificent, long, tan legs. By the collection of ceramic pots and a watering can on the deck, he assumed she was potting plants. One flowerpot was balanced on the deck railing above her. She appeared to be digging in the earth, scooping dirt into a big pot.

He did know a couple of things. That butt and those legs belonged to someone under the age of fifty and there didn't appear to be a shotgun in sight. So, he chopped his way through the trees intending to say a friendly hello.

Still bent over, she looked at him through her legs. A beautiful strawberry blonde, which made him smile. She let out a huge, bloodcurdling scream, straightened abruptly and hit her head on the deck railing, knocking off a ceramic pot, which hit her on the noggin. And down she went. Splat!

"Damn," he muttered, running toward her as fast as he could. He dropped the machete and staff about halfway there.

She was sprawled facedown, out cold, so he gently rolled her over. She was stunning. Her face was as gorgeous as the rest of her. Her pulse was beating nice and strong in her carotid artery, but her forehead was bleeding. He'd seen the pot hit her in the back of the head, but she must have struck her forehead on the sharp edge of the deck going down, because in the center of that lovely brow, right at her hairline, there was a gash. And it was gushing, as head wounds like to do.

Aiden pulled out his handkerchief, which was, thankfully, clean, and pressed his hand over her cut to stanch the bleeding. She moaned a bit, but didn't open her eyes. With his thumb, he peeled back her lids one at a time; her pupils were equal and reactive to light, a good sign so far.

While applying pressure to the wound, Aiden shrugged off his backpack, quiver and bow. Then he scooped her up in his arms and carried her across the deck and through the French doors that were standing open, into the cabin. "Anybody home?" he called as he walked inside. Since there was no answer, he assumed the woman lived here alone and that the big Lincoln SUV was hers.

The leather sofa looked like a good bet—better than a bed or even what appeared to be a very new and expensive designer area rug and not something she'd want to bleed on. He placed her carefully on the couch, her head slightly elevated.

He looked around. From the outside, the place looked like an ordinary old cabin with new siding and a freshly painted, covered, railed deck with chairs. Inside, it was a richly furnished, very classy showplace.

He gingerly lifted the handkerchief; the bleeding had slowed to a trickle. There was blood on her white T-shirt, however. The first matter at hand was ice, then a bandage of some kind. He was in a large combination living/dining/kitchen area. A table sat in front of the opened French doors out of which he now saw the view he'd been in search of. He'd been so taken with that fine butt, he hadn't noticed the cabin was built right on the ridge.

Aiden looked around for a phone, but didn't see one. Then he washed his hands and rummaged through the freezer for ice, which he wrapped in a couple of dish towels—one for the front of her head, one for the back. The dish towels still had price tags on them. He propped her head against one ice pack and laid the other on her forehead. Even the application of cold didn't rouse her, so off he went in search of a bandage.

The kitchen was on the west end of the cabin, but on the opposite side were two doors. The one on the left led to a good-size bedroom, and on the right, a large bathroom. From the bathroom, the most obvious place to find first-aid supplies, another door connected to the bedroom.

Sure enough, under the sink, he found a blue canvas zipper bag with First Aid emblazoned in white on the canvas. He grabbed it and hurried back to the woman. In his experienced hands, it took only seconds to apply a little antibacterial cream and a butterfly to close the wound, covered by a Band-Aid. He reapplied the ice pack.

The next immediate order of business was getting her to an emergency room for a head CT; the loss of consciousness after a blow to the head could mean trouble. The longer she stayed unconscious, the more it concerned him, but he had moved fast—she hadn't been out more than a couple of minutes so far. He saw a purse on the kitchen counter and went to rifle through it for a phone, car keys, ID, anything. He unceremoniously dumped the contents and was bent over the counter, sifting through the loose items, when a shriek rent the air. His head came up sharply and he whacked it on the cupboards that hung over the counter. "Ah!" he yelled, grabbing the back of his head. He pinched his eyes closed hard, trying to get a grip through blinding pain.

But she continued to scream.

He turned toward her. She was scooting away from him on the leather couch, screaming her head off, her ice packs spilled to the floor.

"Shut up!" he ordered. She stopped abruptly, her hand covering her mouth. "We're both going to have brain damage if you don't stop doing that!"

"Get out of here!" she commanded. "I'll call the police!"

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Great idea. Where's the phone?" He lifted a cell phone from the things on the counter. "This one has no signal."

"What are you doing here? Why are you in my house? In my purse?"

He walked toward her, her purse hanging in his hand. "I saw you hit your head. I brought you inside and put ice and a bandage on the wound, but now we have to—"

"You hit me in the head?" she screeched, digging at the sofa with her heels to scoot away again.

"I didn't hit you—apparently I startled you when I came out of the forest and you jumped. You hit the back of your head on the deck railing and one of your pots fell on your head. I think you got the cut on your forehead when you hit the deck on the way down. Now where's the phone?"

"Oh God," she said, her fingers going to the bandage, touching it carefully. "The phone's going to be installed tomorrow. Along with my satellite dish. So I can have Internet and watch movies."

"That isn't going to help much. Listen, it's a small cut. Head wounds bleed a lot. I doubt it'll even leave a scar. But losing consciousness is—"

"I'll give you money if you just won't hurt me."

"I bandaged your head, for God's sake! I'm not going to hurt you and I don't want money!" He lifted the purse in his hand. "I was looking for your car keys—you need a CAT scan. Maybe a couple of stitches."

"Why?" she asked, her voice quivering.

He sighed. "Because you lost consciousness—not a good sign. Now, where are your keys?"

"Why?" she asked again.

"I'm going to drive you to the emergency room so you can get your head examined!"

"I'll do it," she said. "I'll drive myself. You can just go now. Right now."

He took a couple of steps toward her. He crouched so he wouldn't be looking down at her, but didn't get too close because he wasn't sure of her. She appeared to be a bit unstable. Or maybe scared of him. He tried to put himself in her position—she woke up with blood on her shirt, a wild man plowing through her purse. "What's your name?" he asked softly.

She looked at him doubtfully. "Erin," she finally said.

"Well, Erin, it isn't a good idea for you to drive yourself. If you have a serious or even semiserious head injury, you could lose consciousness again, get dizzy or disoriented, get sick, suffer blurred vision, any number of things. Now, try not to be nervous—I'll take you to the E.R. Once I get you there, you can call a friend or family member. I'll have someone pick me up."

"And you think it is a good idea for me to get in a car with some homeless guy?"

He stood up. "I'm not homeless! I was hiking through the woods!"

"Well, then, you've been hiking a long time. Because you look like you've been living in the woods!"

He crouched again, to get on her level. "Number one—you have to hold the ice packs I made on the front and back of your head. I don't see how you can do that while you drive. Number two, it's too risky for you to drive yourself, as I have very patiently explained. And number three, stop being so goddamn prissy and get in the car with a smelly hiker, because your brain could be swelling as we speak and you could be hopelessly disabled for the rest of your pigheaded life! Now, where are the fucking keys?"

She looked over her shoulder. There was a hook by the door; her keys dangled from it. "How do you know that stuff? About brain swelling?"

"I was an EMT in college—a long time ago," he said, which was the truth. He wasn't sure why he didn't just tell her he was a physician. Maybe because he didn't look like one at the moment. As she had pointed out, he looked like a homeless guy. But there was also the fact that his area of expertise was a long way from the head—and he didn't feel like getting into that. She was already spooked. Being spooked didn't stop her from being bossy and bitchy, however. His head hurt, too. And he was fast losing patience with this patient. "Now, let's gather up your ice and little towels and hit the road."

"If you turn out to be some kind of homicidal maniac, you're going to have one pissed-off ghost on your hands," she threatened as he stooped to gather her ice off the floor. When she stood up, she wobbled slightly.


He was beside her instantly, arm around her waist, steadying her. "You took a mean knock on the head, kid. This is why you're not driving."

He walked her outside, grabbing the keys and slamming the door on the way out. That was the first time he realized that the front of the house faced the road. He had to lift her into the front seat and help her arrange the ice in the dish towels so she could put them against her lumps. He noticed that she wrinkled her nose; okay, so it was obvious—he might've generated a little body odor.

"I need my purse," she said. "My insurance cards and ID."

"I'll get it," he said. "I have to close the doors to the deck anyway." But he took the car keys with him, for safety reasons. He scraped things off the counter and back into her purse, returned to the car and put the purse in her lap. Then he got in and started driving. "You might have to give me some directions…. I'm not from around here."

She groaned and dropped her head back. "I'm not from around here, either."

"Never mind, I can fake it," he said. "I can find Highway 36 from Virgin River. What are you doing here, if you're not from around here?"

"Taking a break from work and trying to enjoy solitude," she answered, exasperation in her voice. "Then Charles Manson came through the trees, carrying a three-foot-long knife, and startled me. So much for peace and quiet."

"Come on—I let my beard grow, that's all. I'm on vacation and didn't feel like shaving, so sue me."

"As it happens, I could. I've been known to sue people on occasion."

He laughed. "I should've known. A lawyer. And by the way, I was carrying the machete for cutting away the brush so I could get through the woods when there's no path."

"Why are you here?" she asked him.

"Visiting family. I have a brother who lives around here. He and his wife are getting ready to be parents for the first time and I'm…I'm…" He cleared his throat. "Let's just say I'm between jobs."

She laughed. "Unemployed. Big surprise. Let me guess—you've been between jobs for a while now."

She was pissing him off. He could've leveled with her, that he was a doctor planning his next move. But she was snooty and superior and he just didn't feel like it. "At least long enough to grow a beard," he said evasively.

"You know, if you cleaned up a little, you might be able to land a job," she advised very sagely.

"I'll certainly take that into consideration."

"The beard is a little crazy," she said. "It'll put off potential employers." Then under her breath she added, "Not to mention the smell…"

"I'll bear that in mind. Although my niece likes it." He turned to peer at her. "The beard, that is."

"I thought you said your brother was having his first child."

"She's a different brother's child."

"Ah, so you have more than one brother. Just out of curiosity, what do your brothers think of this, um, between-jobs lifestyle?"

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Moonlight Road (Virgin River Series #10) 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 213 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love the series, but not happy after it was advertized as being a new preorder and then find out it was a previously published in June 2012 and I paid for it again
bklvr16 More than 1 year ago
When he meets Erin Foley, Aiden Riordan literally knocks her out. He is doctor just out of the Navy and taking a breather before looking for a permanent position as a OB/GYN. Erin is a high powered attorney who has taken a leave of absence from her career to wind down after raising her brother and sister following the deaths of their parents when she was barely in her teens. Most of the other residents of Virgin River make appearances in the book along with Aidens' nutso ex-wife, Annalee who shows up just as Erin's sister, Marcie is giving birth in Erin's cabin and things get really hectic. One of my favorite parts is when Aiden buys a prom dress for Erin and they go out dancing to make up for Erin having missed her own high school prom years ago. This is one of the best of the Virgin River Series.
Katie321 More than 1 year ago
I loved the story of Aiden and Erin. Neither thought they were at the point in their lives when love would find them. Their love story turned out to be romantic, sexy and with the arrival of Aiden's evil ex-wife, downright scary at times. Robyn Carr's Virgin River series is phenomenal. The plots and the characters have you hooked from the first page. Each book stands on it's own but I recommend reading them in order. You will be reading ten excellent books for sure. In this book I was so happy to catch up on Sean and Franci (great storyline from Angel's Peak) and Marci and Ian (from Virgin River Christmas). They were favorites of mine and it was a treat to get up to date with them. Seeing Mel and Jack deal with their problem was very absorbing as well. You will never regret reading any book from this series. You will cry, laugh, shiver and HATE to see the last page coming.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The book is great but I purchased it thinking it was a new release because of the publication date. It's not a new release and I had already read this one which means I have purchased it twice. Very frustrating.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Number 10 in series. Previously published June 2012. Wonderful book but VERY irritating of Barnes & Noble to republish as if new without mentioning prev publish date or number in series.
Becky76 More than 1 year ago
Robyn Carr continues to enthrall me each time she puts words on paper. I have been waiting all year for these last three books and Moonlight Road was no exception. Her characters are real, they say what you'd say - they are SO very sexy, not unbelievable though. She has a way with romance and love and real life and I have truly learned a few things from some of her thoughts. I own ALL of Ms. Carr's books and hope she keeps on writing them forever. Virgin River is a place to go when you have no place else to be.
Murry More than 1 year ago
Within my circle of reading friends the Virgin River Books are much anticipated. Easy and fun reads !! Always heartwarming ~always easily related to.
harstan More than 1 year ago
Although never a mom, attorney Erin Foley feels the empty nest syndrome as the younger siblings she raised have moved on. Taking a time out to reassess her life, she plans on a summer vacation in Virgin River. After fourteen years with the Navy, Dr. Aiden Riordan has left the military. He comes to Virgin River to visit family with plans to stay around until his sister-in-law Shelby gives birth. When the two visitors meet, sparks fly and not just from heads clashing into inanimate objects. Still she prefers some alone time and he never moved past his horrific former marriage to Annalee. When his ex wife demands reentry into his life and much more, Aiden goes back into his solitary confinement. The latest return to Virgin River is a pleasant tale filled with humor and poignancy as neither the lawyer nor the doctor are ready for love, but love is ready for them. The support cast as always is solid with everyone except Annalee rooting for Erin and Aiden to find happiness with one another. Although Annalee and her antics are over the top of Mount Tamalpais, fans will enjoy the latest visit to Virgin River. Harriet Klausner
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love this book. i liked the antagonistic beginning, since it's how a lot of relationships start. The characters seemed to flow seamlessly and had good chemistry. Any book this author writes is on my purchase list.
HCross9820 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
My ReviewErin Foley came to Virginia River looking to get away for her hectic life. She¿s a high profile lawyer, who was forced to raise her siblings after loosing both of her parents. She is at a cross-road in her life. With both of her siblings now out of the house and moving on with their lives, Erin has decided to stay in her families cabin in Virgin River for the summer. She just wants to relax and make some decisions in her life. To bad the sexy Aiden Riordan , had other plans for Ms. Foley. After fourteen years with the Navy, Dr. Riordan has left the military. He came to Virgin River to visit family, and re-evaluate his career as naval doctor.I first want to state for the record that Aiden Riordan has been my favorite Virgin River male lead character. He has that night in shining armor sort of feel. He¿s handsome. He¿s sweet. He¿s strong. He¿s smart. And he loves children. What more could any women want? Maybe someone without a crazy ex-wife! ; ) I enjoyed taking another look at the Riordan family. How can one family have so many amazing men? I also enjoyed reading about Erin and her family. She has given so much of her life to other people, and she wasn¿t given the chance to life her life for herself. And then Aiden has given her that chance. One of my favorite parts of this series, is the fact that it centers around a main cast of characters. I did feel like the last two books in this series missed this point. I was very happy to see the Jack and Mel sub-plot find its way back into the series. They will always be my favorite Virgin River couple. I really enjoyed the newest book in Robyn Carr¿s Virgin River Series. Just like the others in this series, this book was funny, romantic, honest, and full of hope. I have devoured this series in a matter of weeks and would recommend them to anyone seeking to get away for a few hours.My RatingsPlot: 4/5Setting: 4/5Writing: 5/5Originality of Plot: 4/5Characters Development: 5/5Ending: 4/5Cover Art: 3/5Overall: 29/35 = 82%
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This is NOT a new release. The Virgin River series is great, but it has been around for quite a while. Please stop advertising reprints, as NEW.
nettyrie More than 1 year ago
Robyn writes all her books in such a manner that when you get done reading them you miss the "friends" you have made in that book! I particularly love her Virgin River series, each book just takes me home. Can't wait till the next one comes out!!
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Awful place.
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Virgin River is the place to be. Finding all the things you need in a small town; friends, loved ones, country folk. Love her books.
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#11 Virgin River series, loved all 20 books in this series
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book, the characters are fantastic, the story line is great. I love catching up with all of the characters I have previously read about as well as meeting the new characters!!
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