Series: Eternity Springs #9
Published by Random House Publishing Group on January 27th 2015
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Romance
Source: the publisher
Also in this series: Miracle Road, Mistletoe Mine, Dreamweaver Trail, Heartsong Cottage, Reunion Pass, Christmas in Eternity Springs
Also by this author: Miracle Road, Mistletoe Mine, Dreamweaver Trail, Heartsong Cottage, Reunion Pass, Christmas in Eternity Springs
In Emily March's beloved new novel set in Eternity Springs, a woman who has given up on dreams of a family meets a man who needs her to complete his own. Town physician Rose Anderson hides a well of sadness behind her cheerful and capable professionalism. Heartbreak has only reinforced her belief that marriage and children aren't in her future. Yet she's a woman with a pulse--and when sexy, brooding artist Hunt Cicero shows up at her office with his young nephew, the sheer physical attraction he ignites in her is both exciting and unsettling. Hunt has an artist's passionate temperament and a bachelor's lifestyle. So when he becomes guardian to his sister's children, he's riddled with conflict--and in way over his head. Without Rose and her warm maternal instincts, he'd be lost. Still, she's a woman who guards her own heart, and he's a novice when it comes to commitment. Can the healing magic of Eternity Springs shine on this patchwork family and allow Hunt and Rose to trust that love is the fabric holding them together?
Whenever I open one of Emily March’s Eternity Springs books, I know I’m in for a richly satisfying romance full of complex, flawed, wonderful people. Her characters and storylines never come across as superficial or saccharine; they’re strong, believable, and real. I can see Eternity Springs, and these people, in my mind; I can hear their voices when they speak. Whatever it is that makes a story come alive for a reader, Emily March knows how to capture it. So I look forward to new releases with eager anticipation.
Teardrop Lane delivers on that promise. Hunt Cicero and Rose Anderson are both compelling characters whom I had met in previous books, and I was rooting for their romance the whole way. But there’s more than a romance in this one. I was just as drawn in by the children and their story, and Cicero’s evolving relationship with them, as I was by Rose and Cicero. There really aren’t two storylines here, and the children aren’t a subplot; their lives, Cicero’s, and Rose’s are slowly but inextricably woven together. It’s as much a tale of six people becoming a family as it is a romance, in a way that takes nothing away from that romance. It kept me reading late into the night, and I closed the book with the sense of having visited a well-loved place and having made new friends.
And that gets back to what I said in the first paragraph: Eternity Springs, its residents, and its stories feel real to me. March gets the details right, from the frustrations of dealing with a carfull of whiny children on a 2-day-long drive, to the descriptions of Cicero working in his glass studio or Rose dealing with patients in her clinic. Little is sanitized or idealized, except for the physical beauty of most of the “couples”, whether starring in this story or from a previous book. Kids get hurt or sick in this town; things don’t always work out perfectly for everyone – though of course things always work out for the hero and heroine in the end; this is a romance series, after all. But it’s not always easy getting there.
Some people might argue that the warmth, friendships, and community spirit of Eternity Springs are idealized, and that real life isn’t like that. But I live in a small town/county, and I’ve seen just that sort of care and support for each other among my friends and neighbors. I don’t think March is portraying Eternity Springs through overly rose-colored glasses. (The town could, however, do with a bit more diversity…)
Honestly, if you enjoy contemporary romance and you haven’t read the Eternity Springs series yet, you’re missing a treat. Run right out and get book one, Angel’s Rest. You can thank me later.