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 an occupational 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.
MY THOUGHTS
Finally, a romance story that's right up my alley! I love romance. I think most of us do. I always get sidetracked and frustrated when the romance is disrupted by lurid sex scenes. There's a huge difference between love and lust and, sadly, I fear most writers don't see the difference. That's not true of RaeAnne. Not only did she provide me with an intriguing story, she provided me with characters that I could care about and a romance that was sure and true. I didn't even have to skip any pages to avoid someone's 'love rocket'!
RaeAnne says in a forward in the book that she feels this book is about redemption, forgiveness, and healing. I couldn't agree more. The romance is definitely there, but there are two teenagers in this book that will capture your heart. Actually, the whole town will. This was my first forray into Hope's Crossing and I can't wait to go back.
Fans of Macomber's Blossom Street will find a new love in Hope's Crossing. The characters will wheedle their way into your heart and it will be difficult to let them go.
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