Virgin River Collection Volume 3
Virgin River
by Robyn Carr
MIRA Books
July 16, 2018
Available in: e-Book
Welcome back to Virgin River! Now available in a box set collection, return to this charming small town with these beloved stories form #1 New York Times bestselling author Robyn Carr.
Forbidden Falls
(originally published January 2010 in mass market paperback and reissued October 2014 in mass market paperback and eBook)
Reverend Noah Kincaid moved to town to reopen an abandoned church, and the young widower finds an unusual assistant in brash and beautiful Alicia Baldwin. Noah and Alicia are an unlikely team to revitalize a church, much less build a future. The couple has so many differences, but in Virgin River anything is possible, and happiness is never out of the question.
Angel’s Peak
(originally published February 2010 in mass market paperback and reissued December 2014 in mass market paperback and eBook)
Sean Riordan has settled down in spite of himself—he’s not the cocky young fighter pilot he was when Franci Duncan left him four years ago, and he wants them to try again. After all, they have a history. But that’s not all they share… Franci’s secret reason for walking away when Sean refused to commit is now a toddler. News travels fast, and soon the whole town is taking sides. Rebuilding their trust could take a small miracle—and the kind of love that can move mountains.
Moonlight Road
(originally published March 2010 in mass market paperback and reissued January 2015 in mass market paperback and eBook)
Erin Foley is hitting the pause button on her rat-race life and holing up in a secluded cabin. Her plan is to get to know herself…not the shaggy-haired mountain man she meets. Beneath his faded fatigues and bushy beard, Aiden Riordan is a doctor, recharging for a summer after leaving the navy. Erin seems determined to keep him at arm’s length, but he’d love to get closer—if his scruffy exterior and crazy ex-wife don’t hold him back. But there’'s something in the water in Virgin River, and unlikely romances tend to take root…
Midnight Confessions
(originally published November 2010 within MIDNIGHT KISS anthology in mass market paperback and reissued as a stand-alone December 2017 in eBook)
Drew Foley and Sunny Archer are each visiting Virgin River for the holidays. Sunny was dumped at the altar the previous New Year’s Eve and is in no mood to celebrate. But she’s dragged along to the party at Jack’s Bar. Drew, getting over his own heartbreak, sees Sunny across the crowded room and he’s instantly smitten. As the townspeople gather, two lonely revelers decide the best balm for their broken hearts might just be ringing in the new year with a special midnight kiss.
Four emotional stories of second chances, finding home, and falling in love.
Because I published my first novel at the age of twenty-seven, it might seem as though I fulfilled a childhood ambition, or at least pursued a career I prepared for in college, but neither was the case. I was an average high school student with greater interest in cheerleading and boys than academics and for a college endeavor I chose nursing. But then I come from the tip of the baby boomer generation; our mothers were usually more concerned with whether we'd get married than whether we'd have successful careers. Many of us chose from the Big Three - nurses, teachers, and secretaries. Writing for me came later, but not much later.
I married my high school sweetheart four short weeks before he left for Officer's Training School in the Air Force. It was the peak of the Vietnam War and he had been assigned to pilot a helicopter. As soon as I could, I followed him from base to base where I was kept busy with wives' activities while he either worked long hours or traveled. And this is where it all really began for me - because of the instability of our lives, I didn't work in nursing. But nothing bridges the gap between loneliness and worry like a good book. Then came the children, or maybe I should say the pregnancies. Miserable and big as an ox, I was instructed to stay down and keep my feet up. My neighbor brought me ten paperbacks a week; I was reading more than one a day. With ankles the size of a normal woman's thighs, I spent my afternoons with Kathryn Swynford and John of Gaunt....with Heather and Brandon Birmingham....with Elizabeth, The King's Gray Mare. Nothing short of labor pains could snap me out of it!
I cut my teeth on Anya Seton, Kathleen Woodiweiss, Rosemary Hawley Jarmen. It made perfect sense that when I applied my own imagination to the blank page, it would be in the genre of Historical Romance. This was before the days of RWA; there was no available training program. In fact, the first conference I ever attended for writing contained no workshop on romance writing and the novelist who critiqued my manuscript boldly told me to go home and find something to do for which I had talent. That manuscript was sold to Little, Brown and Co. two years later, published in hardcover and titled Chelynne.
I spent the first decade and a half of my writing career on romance, historical and contemporary. Then, needing a change, I wrote a suspense novel, a non-fiction, and several brilliant but as yet unsold screenplays. I wrote articles and even short stories, jumping all over the place, not really aware that I was working on reinventing myself, redesigning my craft. During the course of this transition, which was by no means short, I had a great piece of good luck. I went to San Diego State University to teach a novel writing workshop and met a woman who was the editorial director for a publisher who focused on women's fiction. The range in this genre is remarkably broad - from pure romance to adventure to political intrigue to girlfriend books to small town fiction.
This was a good place for me to develop my own brand of women's fiction, a style that most closely resembles my take on real life. I want to laugh through a book, but I don't want a book that's a big laugh - and that's a tall order. As a reader I want to have a genuinely good time, but not a joke. I want real women's issues, real humor, and real teeth in the story. This is a genre with lots of room for growth.
In the meantime, with all this writing and reinventing going on, I was raising a family. My son and daughter are adults now, reading my fiction and making snide remarks about how I have used family scenarios to my advantage.
The greatest compliment I have ever received came from one of my readers who labeled me "a woman's woman." She told me I wrote as knowingly about being single as being married, about being old as young, about the happily married and someone suffering from spousal abuse. In short - my goal achieved according to one reader - I can cover all women's concerns. And my women laugh as often as they cry.
I've found my new home.