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Promise Canyon (Virgin River Series: #12)
After years spent on ranches around Los Angeles, Clay Tahoma is delighted to be Virgin River's new veterinary assistant. The secluded community's wild beauty tugs at his Navajo roots, and he's been welcomed with open arms by everyone in town--everyone except Lilly Yazhi.
Lilly has encountered her share of strong, silent, traditional men within her own aboriginal community, and she's not interested in coming back for more. In her eyes, Clay's earthy, sexy appeal is just an act used to charm wealthy women like his ex-wife. She can't deny his gift for gentling horses, but she's not about to let him control her. There's just one small problem--she can't control her attraction to Clay.
But in Virgin River, faith in new beginnings and the power of love has doors opening everywhere....
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1 . Great as expected--Its from Robyn Carr!
Posted January 19, 2011 by wd , OCThe reviewer who said the title has nothing to do with the book--did they even read it? The title is very fitting. The book had a lot going on but it was well put together, not scattered. I read this book so fast it was so interesting. I loved all the different scenarios going on and its clear some of those stories will continue on in future book (s) and of course we will see the regulars from VR. I loved the Native American backgrounds of the couple and learning about that by reading, as well as learning about horses etc. I love Robyn Carr books because the situations and happenings are all relatable because they are true to life. Robyn Carr just knows how to storytell and make it great reading. I cant wait the 2 weeks for the next book.
January 01, 2011
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Excerpt from Promise Canyon (Virgin River Series: #12) by Robyn Carr
Clay Tahoma headed into the mountains of Humboldt County, Northern California, along Highway 36, a narrow road that had lots of sharp turns along the way. According to his GPS the next left would lead him to a town called Virgin River. It appeared to be the nearest town to his destination, the Jensen Veterinary Clinic and Stables, and he wanted to check it out. He was nearing the turnoff when he noticed something up ahead--some pickups parked at the side of the road.
He slowed down and pulled over, curious to see what was going on. He got out of his truck and walked past a number of vehicles toward a large flatbed truck. There were men standing around watching as a forklift with a large cable attached pulled away from the edge of the road. Clay approached one of the men. He was as tall as Clay and wore a plaid shirt, jeans, boots and ball cap. "Whatcha got, friend?" Clay asked.
"One of our town slipped off the road and got stuck--luckily came up against a big tree not too far down the hill. That's how he managed to get out and climb back up."
"Who's pulling him out?" Clay asked.
"Aw, one of our boys has a lot of construction equipment. He's a contractor up this way." The man put out his big hand. "Jack Sheridan. You from around here?"
"Name's Clay Tahoma, originally from Flagstaff and the Navajo Nation. Lately from L.A. I'm up here to work with an old friend, Nathaniel Jensen."
Jack's face took light at that. "Nate's a friend of mine, too! Pleasure to meet you."
Jack introduced Clay to some other men who were standing around--a guy named John, who they called Preacher; Paul, who owned the flatbed and forklift; Dan Brady, who was Paul's foreman; and Noah, the minister whose truck slipped off the road. Noah smiled sheepishly as he shook Clay's hand. No one seemed to react to the sight of a Native American with a ponytail that reached past his waist and an eagle feather in his hat. And right at that moment Noah's old blue Ford truck began to clear the edge of the road.
"Don't you guys have a Highway Department or Fire Department you could call to do this?" Clay asked.
"If we had all day," Jack said. "We tend to take care of ourselves out here. But the big problem is that weak shoulder. Highway Department reinforces it every time we have a slide, but what we really need is something more permanent. A wider road and a guardrail. A long and strong guardrail. We've requested it, but this road doesn't see a lot of travel so our request just gets ignored or denied." He nodded toward the stretch of road he was talking about. "We had a school bus slide down that hill a couple of years ago. Minor injuries, but it could'a been horrible. Now I hold my breath every time there's ice on the road."
"What's the holdup on the guardrail?"
He shrugged. "Real small population in an unincorporated town in a county in recession that has bigger challenges. Like I said, we get used to taking care of things the best we can."
"There's no ice in August," Clay said. "What happened to the pastor?"
"Deer," Noah said. "I came around the curve and there she was. I hardly swerved, but all you have to do is get a little too close to the edge and you're toast. Ohhhh, my poor truck," he said as the vehicle made it to the road.
"Doesn't look any worse than it did, Noah," Jack said.
"Seriously," Preacher said, hands on his hips.
"What are you talking about?" Noah returned indignantly. "It's got several new dents!"
"How can you tell?" Jack asked. "That old truck is one big dent!" Then he turned to Clay and said, "Go easy around these curves and tell Doc Jensen I said hello."