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A Battle of Wills
New Orleans aristocrat Lucian Beaumont wants only to sell his estranged grandfather's property and escape the backwoods of Gatlinburg, Tennessee. But a stipulation in the will brings him head-to-head with a local beauty. Megan O'Malley and the town must have access to the house. For the first time in his life the commanding Lucian finds himself at an impasse.
Clearly the worldly gentleman doesn't fit in Megan's quaint Smoky Mountain town. But as she glimpses the man beneath the hardened veneer, she believes Lucian is here for a purpose. To heal his soul. And maybe, with Megan's help, to heal his heart.
- Sales Rank: #340184 in eBooks
- Published on: 2013-04-01
- Released on: 2013-04-01
- Format: Kindle eBook
About the Author
An East Tennessee native, Karen Kirst attended the University of Tennessee in Knoxville, where she received a B.A. in Speech Communication. She divides her time between being a wife, homeschooling mom, and romance writer. She and her husband, along with their three sons, recently said goodbye to military life and are thrilled to be back home in Tennessee. Her favorite pasttimes are reading, visiting tearooms, and watching romantic comedies.
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May 1881
Gatlinburg, Tennessee
"Who are you, and what are you doing in my house?"
Jolted out of her concentration, Megan O'Malley dropped the books she was holding, and they thumped to the gleaming wood floor. She twisted around to face the unexpected visitor whose voice she didn't recognize. Odd, she hadn't heard the doorbell. Mrs. Calhoun normally announced company.
The stranger standing in the parlor's wide entryway was definitely not a local. Even dressed in their Sunday best, the men of Gatlinburg couldn't come close to imitating this man's elegance. Glossy black Hessian boots encased his feet and calves. Muscular thighs stretched the dove-gray trousers he wore taut, and underneath his black frock coat, the silver-and-black paisley brocade vest hugged a firm chest. The snowy white, expertly arranged cravat at his throat resembled a work of art.
Nothing was out of place. No lint on his coat. Not a single speck of dust dared cling to the mirrorlike surface of his boots…which was why his hair seemed to her untamed. It was glorious hair, really, thick and lustrous and wavy, the dark brown layers kissing his forehead in a manner that must irk him so.
His eyes, she noticed at last, were watching her with marked suspicion. He did not look pleased.
His black gaze raked her from head to toe and back up again, his frown deepening at the sight of the flower circlet adorning her loose curls. Megan experienced a spurt of self-consciousness. In preparation for the children's story time, she'd dressed the part of a princess, complete with a flowing white gown and fingerless lace gloves.
Unsettled, she clasped her hands behind her back and adopted what she hoped was a casual smile. "Hello, I'm Megan O'Malley. You must be new in town. Is there something I can help you with?"
He didn't deign to answer. Instead, he surveyed the airy room as he stalked towards her, circumventing the wingbacked chairs arranged in a semicircle about a plush Oriental rug. Fit and athletic, he exuded an air of command. Of authority. He struck her as a man accustomed to giving orders as opposed to taking them.
A wrinkle formed between his brows. Haughty brows, she thought. His was an arrogant beauty, with razor-sharp cheekbones and a harsh jawline. His nose was unremarkable, medium size and straight. The fullness of his mouth and the small dimple in his chin offset the harshness of his features.
When he stopped very near, his sharp-edged gaze cut into her, demanding answers. "Would you be so kind as to tell me what you're doing in my grandfather's house?"
A great trembling worked its way up her body. This was Charles's grandson? It couldn't be, could it?
"Lucian?" she whispered.
He sketched a bow, his gaze narrowing. "Oui. Lucian Beaumont, at your service. I take it you were well acquainted with my grandfather?"
"Charles was a dear friend of mine."
Sadness gripped her. How she missed the gentle, insightful older man, their lively conversations about life and love, music and books. Theirs had been an unlikely friendship brought about by a mutual love of literature. To Megan, he'd been a substitute grandfather.
"I see." And yet, it was perfectly clear that he didn't. Resentment came and went in his expression. "He passed away nearly three months ago. Why are you here?"
"I could ask the same of you." She met his gaze squarely, a rush of indignation stiffening her spine. "Why did you wait until now to come? In all these years, why didn't you visit Charles just once?"
The rift between Charles and his daughter, Lucian's mother, Lucinda, was common knowledge among the townspeople. He'd been dead-set against Lucinda's marriage to New Orleans native Gerard Beaumont, had rashly threatened to cut her out of his life if she went against his wishes. A threat he'd lived to regret. After their elopement, Lucinda and Gerard left Tennessee and settled in New Orleans, never to return.
A muscle in his jaw jumped. His already cool manner turned glacial. "That is none of your concern, Miss O'Malley. As to what I'm doing here, I happen to be the new owner of this house. And despite my repeated inquiries, you've yet to tell me what you're doing here." He gestured to the chairs and the books scattered behind her.
The story time! The hand-painted, gilt clock on the fireplace mantel showed ten minutes to five o'clock. She glanced out the window overlooking the front lawn. The children would start arriving soon.
Turning her back on him, she bent and hurriedly began to gather the books she'd dropped. "Every Friday afternoon, we have story time for the children. They'll be here any minute."
To her surprise, Lucian crouched beside her, his tanned hands deftly assisting her. "Children? Here?" They reached for the last one at the same time, his fingers closing over hers. A frisson of awareness shot through her, and she was suddenly conscious of his knee brushing hers, his bold, sweet-smelling cologne awakening her senses. Megan had the absurd notion to lean closer and sniff his clothes. Instead, she snatched her hand back. His eyes as black as midnight, he held the book out to her, waiting.
Flustered, she took it from him and pointed to the cover. "The Princess and the Goblin is our story for today. In case you haven't noticed, I'm the princess." She touched a finger to her crown of daisies.
"I noticed." He held her gaze a moment longer. Then, with a fleeting touch on her arm, he assisted her to her feet. "How long has this been going on?"
"About a year," she said, hugging the books to her chest. "Your grandfather wholeheartedly approved."
"So this was your idea?"
"Yes."
His open assessment put her on guard. He didn't know her, yet he regarded her with a healthy dose of distrust.
"Here are the refreshments, Miss Megan." Mrs. Calhoun entered the room with an oval tray piled high with strawberry tarts, stopping short when she spotted Lucian. Her mouth fell open. "Oh my!" Her gray brows shot to her hairline. "You look so much like Charles did when he was younger that I was momentarily taken back in time. Mr. Lucian, I presume?"
Setting the books aside, Megan took the tray from the older woman's hands and placed it on the credenza beside a crystal pitcher of lemonade. Turning, she caught Lucian's arrested expression before he smoothed all emotion from his face.
He regally dipped his head. "I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage, madame. I—"
"Of course you wouldn't know me." She chuckled as she mopped her brow with a handkerchief. "I'm Madge Calhoun. My husband, Fred, and I came to work for your grandparents when your mother was just a baby. We live in the little house on the back side of the property. I do the cooking and cleaning, and Fred maintains the grounds."
"I see."
Her expression clouded, the lines about her eyes becoming more pronounced. "I sure was sorry to hear of Lucinda's passing. And now Charles… I keep expecting to hear him coming down the stairs asking me what's for dinner. Hard to believe he's gone."
At his low hiss, Megan's gaze darted to Lucian. A flash of regret on his face, of deep-seated pain, mirrored what was in her own heart. Was his grief entirely for his mother? Or did he—too late—understand what he'd given up by refusing to mend things with his grandfather?
The doorbell chimed. "Oh, our first visitor." Mrs. Calhoun stuffed the handkerchief back into her apron pocket. "It's probably Ollie Stevenson. He comes early in hopes I'll relent and give him a treat before all the others get here. Of course, I never do, but he's a persistent little fellow."
As soon as she'd gone, Lucian turned to Megan, his voice low and urgent. "How many children are coming?"
"On a good night, we have about twenty."
"Twenty." He visibly swallowed. "And how long will they stay?"
"About an hour. Why do I get the feeling you don't like children, Mr. Beaumont?"
"In my world, children do not normally mingle with adults. I've little experience with them."
"And yet—" she smiled sweetly "—you were once one yourself."
His lips didn't so much as twitch. "Miss O'Malley, I will absent myself for the duration of your…story time. It's obviously too late to cancel. However, I'd like a word with you immediately afterward. There are matters we need to discuss."
He pivoted on his heel and strode out of the parlor before she could respond. Cancel? Matters to discuss? Somehow, Megan sensed she wasn't going to like what he had to say.
The children's excited chatter, punctuated by Megan O'Malley's lilting voice, ultimately drove Lucian out the back door and into the flower gardens. He strode along the winding stone path, past gurgling fountains and whimsical marble statues and wildflowers in every imaginable shape and hue, unmindful of his destination. His chest felt too tight. He needed air. Distance. In that house, unwanted emotions crowded in without his consent, nipping like rabid dogs at his tenuous hold on his composure.
He abruptly swung about to glare at the two-story, gabled Victorian, the late-afternoon sun bathing its yellow exterior in soft, buttery light. The stained-glass windows glowed like fine jewels. White wicker chairs situated along the porch invited a person to sit back and relax, to enjoy the view of the blue-toned mountains rising above the valley.
Had his mother sat and rocked on that very porch? Explored these gardens?
Reaching out, he fingered the velvet bloom of a purple hyacinth. Of course she had. Lucinda had been born in one of the upstairs rooms, had spent the first eighteen years of her life here. Unti...
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful.
A nice story
By DL Kamstra
His Mountain Miss was a quick read. The story itself was very predictable, and the characters truly could have had a lot more depth. While Karen Kirst's story is beautifully written (scenery was easily imagined and the character's appearances brought them alive) the flaws in the characters, especially the heroine, just didn't quite go deep enough. The one character who really did seem to have some things to struggle with had promise, but it felt as if he was able to deal with them too easily.
Overall, it was an okay story. A bit of a letdown from some of the past stories in this series.
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful.
Christian Historical Romance
By Wendy Sparkes
#3 in the Smoky Mountain Matches series.
Lucian Beaumont is tired of the ladies who are interested in him solely for his wealth & social standing. His own parents had an unhappy marriage, & Lucian has decided that when he marries it will be for duty & for the sole purpose of producing an heir.
That is until he comes to Gatlingburg, Tennessee & meets Megan O'Malley.
Megan is everything his future wife shouldn't be. She's a mountain girl, she loves her family & the simple things of life, an avid romance reader she's looking for a "happily ever after"...& she wants 10 children!
She also has a heart of gold, & is the 1st person to see past the man & look into his heart.
Can Lucian trust God enough to put Him in the centre, & marry for love rather than duty?
A wounded hearted hero, a lovely mountain miss, and a heartwarming romance - a sweet historical and faith filled story by Karen Kirst.
#1 The Reluctant Outlaw (Love Inspired Historical) - Evan & Juliana's story
#2 The Bridal Swap (Mills & Boon Love Inspired Historical) - Josh & Kate's story
#3 The Gift of Family (Mills & Boon Love Inspired Historical) (Cowboys of Eden Valley - Book 1) - Cole & Rachel's story.
You don't have to have read the previous 3 books to enjoy this one, but the characters from the previous stories do play a part in this one, so you'll probably want to read them anyway to find out more about them.
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful.
His Mountain Miss
By Karen A. Peale
First, I love eastern Tennessee, so the setting couldn't have been prettier. It wasn't hard to picture the scenery, having been there 3 years ago. I love Karen's writing. It flows easily and the people in the books are friendly and you want to see more of them. I had problems with this book and it is why I'm only giving it 4 stars. First, she was gorgeous, he was rich, it was too sappy for me. I like a little more imperfection because truly Christians are not perfect and most of us are not totally gorgeous and rich. Everyone seemed to be "too good', even your hero who wasn't walking with the Lord wasn't a horrible person. In some ways I would say this was a beauty and the beast type of storyline. Will I still buy more books written by this author? Absolutely. What it a favorite read of mine, no. Keep in mind I purchased this book before any reviews were written, which I don't often do with many authors, but Karen Hirst is a safe buy in my opinion.
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