Virgin River. Робин Карр

       Praise for the novels of Robyn Carr

      “The Virgin River books are so compelling—I connected instantly with the characters and just wanted more and more and more.”

      —#1 New York Times bestselling author Debbie Macomber

      “Virgin River is sexy, tense, emotional and satisfying. I can’t wait for more!” —New York Times bestselling author Carla Neggers

      “A thrilling debut of a series that promises much to come.”

      —New York Times bestselling author Clive Cussler

      “Jennifer is a beautifully drawn character whose interior journey is wonderful to behold.”

      —RT Book Reviews on Runaway Mistress

      “This is one author who proves a Carr can fly.”

      —Book Reviewer on Blue Skies

      “Robyn Carr provides readers [with] a powerful, thought-provoking work of contemporary fiction.”

      —Midwest Book Review on Deep in the Valley

      “A remarkable storyteller…”

      —Library Journal

      “A warm, wonderful book about women’s friendships, love and family. I adored it!”

      —Susan Elizabeth Phillips on The House on Olive Street

      “A delightfully funny novel.”

      —Midwest Book Review on The Wedding Party

      Also available from New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author ROBYN CARR and MIRA Books

      Virgin River, Series One VIRGIN RIVER SHELTER MOUNTAIN WHISPERING ROCK

      Virgin River, Series Two SECOND CHANCE PASS TEMPTATION RIDGE PARADISE VALLEY

      Virgin River, Series Three FORBIDDEN FALLS ANGEL’S PEAK MOONLIGHT ROAD

      A VIRGIN RIVER CHRISTMAS

      Grace Valley Series DEEP IN THE VALLEY JUST OVER THE MOUNTAIN DOWN BY THE RIVER

      Novels NEVER TOO LATE RUNAWAY MISTRESS BLUE SKIES THE WEDDING PARTY THE HOUSE ON OLIVE STREET

       Coming Soon

      A SUMMER IN SONOMA

      available July 2010

      VIRGIN

      RIVER

      ROBYN CARR

       www.mirabooks.co.uk

      This novel is dedicated to Pam Glenn, Goddess of Midwifery, my friend and sister of my heart.

      ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

      Thanks to Pamela SF Glenn, CNM, MS—without whose expertise in midwifery, this story would not have been possible. My deepest gratitude for poring over manuscript after manuscript with sharp eyes and a ruthless pen, keeping me straight. And to Sharon Lampert, RN, WHNP, for sharing her expertise as a women’s health nurse practitioner, but mostly for picking up your cell phone no matter where you were and answering delicate questions about female anatomy and function with directness and honesty. I’m sure there are people out there still talking about what they overheard in the grocery store, beauty parlor and Department of Motor Vehicles. The passion and devotion with which you two professionals serve your women patients is inspiring, and was an enormous help in shaping the character of a dedicated nurse practitioner and certified nurse midwife.

      Thanks to Paul Wojcik for sharing your experiences in the United States Marine Corps, and to Richard Gustavson, RN, with twenty-three years in the Navy Reserves. I thank each of you for reading the manuscripts and for offering your invaluable technical input.

      Kris Kitna, Chief of Police, Fortuna, California, thanks for valuable information on local law enforcement, not to mention help with details about hunting, fishing and firearms.

      Kate Bandy, the best assistant a writer can possibly have, my dear friend of many years, thanks not only for reading copy and offering suggestions, but especially for accompanying me on an exciting research trip to Humboldt County. Without you there I would have floundered…or slipped off a mountain.

      Denise and Jeff Nicholl—thanks for reading first drafts, taking exhaustive notes and answering a million questions. Your friendship and support during the whole process mean the world to me. Many thanks to Nellie Valdez-Hathorn for her help with my Spanish.

      Other early readers whose input was critical included Jamie Carr, Laurie Fait, Karen Garris, Martha Gould, Pat Hagee, Goldiene Jones and Lori Stoveken—I’m deeply in debt to you for your comments and suggestions.

      Huge thanks to Clive Cussler, Debbie Macomber and Carla Neggers for reading and commenting on Virgin River. To take the time, with your busy schedules, is a monumental compliment.

      Huge thanks to Valerie Gray, my editor, and Liza Dawson, my agent, for your commitment to helping me craft the best series possible. Your hard work and dedication made all the difference—I’m so grateful.

      To Trudy Casey, Tom Fay, Michelle Mazzanti, Kristy Price and the entire staff of Henderson Public Libraries, thank you for the monumental support and encouragement. I’ve never known a more hardworking and motivated group of public servants.

      And finally, thanks to Jim Carr for your loving support. And my God, thank you for cooking! I wish I’d known years ago that you could!

       One

      Mel squinted into the rain and darkness, creeping along the narrow, twisting, muddy, tree-enshrouded road and for the hundredth time thought, am I out of my mind? And then she heard and felt a thump as the right rear wheel of her BMW slipped off the road onto the shoulder and sank into the mud. The car rocked to a stop. She accelerated and heard the wheel spin but she was going nowhere fast.

      I am so screwed, was her next thought.

      She turned on the dome light and looked at her cell phone. She’d lost the signal an hour ago when she left the freeway and headed up into the mountains. In fact, she’d been having a pretty lively discussion with her sister Joey when the steep hills and unbelievably tall trees blocked the signal and cut them off.

      “I cannot believe you’re really doing this,” Joey was saying. “I thought you’d come to your senses. This isn’t you, Mel! You’re not a small-town girl!”

      “Yeah? Well, it looks like I’m gonna be—I took the job and sold everything, so I wouldn’t be tempted to go back.”

      “You couldn’t just take a leave of absence? Maybe go to a small, private hospital? Try to think this through?”

      “I need everything to be different,” Mel said. “No more hospital war zone. I’m just guessing, but I imagine I won’t be called on to deliver a lot of crack babies out here in the woods. The woman said this place, this Virgin River, is calm and quiet and safe.”

      “And stuck back in the forest, a million miles from a Starbucks, where you’ll get paid in eggs and pig’s feet and—”

      “And none of my patients will be brought in handcuffed, guarded by a corrections officer.” Then Mel took a breath and, unexpectedly, laughed and said, “Pig’s feet? Oh-oh, Joey—I’m going up into the trees again, I might lose you…”

      “You wait. You’ll be sorry. You’ll regret this. This is crazy and impetuous and—”

      That’s when the signal, blessedly, was lost. And Joey was right—with every additional mile, Mel was doubting herself and her decision to escape into