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    The Tennessee Mountain Man: Modern Mail Order Brides, #8
    The Tennessee Mountain Man: Modern Mail Order Brides, #8
    The Tennessee Mountain Man: Modern Mail Order Brides, #8
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    The Tennessee Mountain Man: Modern Mail Order Brides, #8

    By Olivia Gaines

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    Khloe Burgess was having a bad week. The last entry into her week long journey down the slope into Hell, ended with her standing in the rain on a sidewalk in New York. 

    The nice lady took her inside and began a conversation which changed her life.

    In Tennessee, Beauregard Montgomery was tired. The lonely mountain existence he lived needed a shake up. Against his better judgement, he placed an ad for a mail order bride. His criteria, so specific, he highly doubted the woman in New York would find him the right wife.

    He was wrong and Khloe Burgess was just right.

    Saddle up for a new adventure as we head to the Smoky Mountains to spend time falling in love with Khloe and her Beau, the Tennessee Mountain Man.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDavonshire House Publishing
    Release dateNov 19, 2018
    ISBN9781386498025
    The Tennessee Mountain Man: Modern Mail Order Brides, #8
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    Olivia Gaines

    Olivia is a USA Today Best Selling and multiple award-winning author who loves a good laugh coupled with some steam, mixed in with a man and woman finding their way past the words of “I love you.” An author of contemporary romances, she writes heartwarming stories of blossoming relationships about couples not only falling in love but building a life after the sensual love scene. 2015 Swirl Award Winner, Best Erotic Romance, Thursdays in Savannah. 2017 IRAE Award Winner, Best Contemporary Romance, Wyoming Nights 2019 IRAE Award Winner, Favorite Series, The Men of Endurance 2019 IRAE Award Winner, Reader's Choice Award 2019 Nominee, Top Female Authors, The AuthorShow.com When Olivia is not writing, she enjoys quilting, playing Scrabble online against other word lovers and spending time with her family. She is an avid world traveler who writes many of the locations into her stories. Most of the time she can be found sitting quietly with pen and paper plotting more adventures in love. Olivia lives in Hephzibah, Georgia with her husband, son, grandson and snotty evil cat, Katness Evermean. Learn more about her books, upcoming releases and join her bibliophile nation at www.ogaines.com Subscribe to her email list at http://eepurl.com/OulYf Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/olivia.gaines.31 Twitter: https://twitter.com/oliviagaines Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/gaines.olivia/

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    The Tennessee Mountain Man - Olivia Gaines

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    The Tennessee Mountain Man

    Olivia Gaines

    Contents

    Chapter One – Worst Week Ever

    Chapter Two – ...And Things Got Worse

    Chapter Three – ...This Sh*t is Hard...

    Chapter Four – ...My Name is Khloe Burgess

    Chapter Five – ...My Dearest Khloe

    Chapter Six – Tennessee Here I Come...Wait, What?

    Chapter Seven – Well, Do You?

    Chapter Eight – It’s Simple. I Like It.

    Chapter Nine – Pa, Sis and a Jethro.

    Chapter Ten – Bottoms Up.

    Chapter Eleven – The Past is a Present

    Chapter Twelve – Sssh!  Sssh! ... Don’t Shush Me!

    Chapter Thirteen – Easy Like...Sunday Morning

    Chapter Fourteen – Well, That’s Just Plain Nasty

    Chapter Fifteen – Dinner and Show and a visit from Honey

    Chapter Sixteen – Hang On Beau

    Chapter Seventeen – Home Sweet Beau

    Chapter Eighteen – Khloe, are you okay?

    Chapter One – Worst Week Ever

    Chicago, Illinois

    Khloe Burgess sat on her front porch, the smoldering embers crackling behind her while the ache in her head thumped and angry blood pumped into the grey matter. Disbelief overcame any attempt to get on her feet and get moving because honestly, she didn’t know what to say, what to do, or how to even respond to just one more situation that she labeled as the worst week ever. It was only Wednesday. The week wasn’t even over yet.

    People walked by, asking if she was okay. The furthest thing from her mind was whether or not she was okay. From where she sat, shit would never be okay again in her life ever. It was still perplexing her to no end that the week had only reached Wednesday. Three days into the work week and her life was physically, literarily and mentally in ruins. She counted the days again on her fingers, just to make sure she hadn’t awakened in an alternate universe which had conspired to render her insane. Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, yep, it was Wednesday. Checking her smart watch, she eyeballed the calendar function for confirmation - still only fucking Wednesday.

    Four days ago, on Sunday morning, before her shift at Mercy Memorial Hospital in Chicago where she held a glorified position as a nurse practitioner, three thugs gave chase through the city streets during her morning run. Luckily, the idiots were sagging their pants, which hindered their ability to catch up to her to do whatever dastardly deed had entered their small minds. She had escaped one horrific fate only to enter her workplace and be shot at by the wife of Dr. Lombardi, the resident male whore who found it necessary to hump every woman willing to spread her legs. His latest conquest, believing her love affair with the roaming Romeo made her special, took it upon herself to call his wife. The sad part was that as emboldened as Nurse Vicky believed herself to be, she wasn’t courageous enough to give Nancy Lombardi, the doctor’s wife her real name. Instead, Vicky decided to tell Nancy that her name was Khloe Burgess. Ducking from the spray of bullets, on her knees on the floor behind the desk, she peered over the counter.

    The bullets from the gun, held by a shaky Nancy, went into the wall. Dr. Lombardi, in his effort to wrestle the gun away from his enraged wife, ended up with a gut shot. Khloe, ashamed of her own thoughts, wished the shot had hit the man a bit lower. He was a disgusting man, who by any standards wasn’t even good looking, and had an average penis. This she knew for a fact since she’d caught him in the on-call room several times in a state of readiness with different young women. The man, whose first name was Roger, was a menace that walked around all day tugging his junk as if pulling the inch worm would make it grow.

    I need a new life. This one sucks, Khloe remarked as she applied pressure to the bullet wound in his belly while others prepared Roger Lombardi for surgery.

    It wasn’t a normal day at the office. Nothing in her life this week was normal, but tomorrow was her day off. A day away from the hospital with sick people only to spend it with her mother, who made people sick. Especially Khloe. Ending the night shift at 7 am, she climbed into her car, driving home to deal with the next catastrophe who had given birth to her. Putting on a brave face, she climbed the old stairs, inserted her key into the lock, inhaling deeply before bracing herself to deal with today’s shenanigans.

    Morning, Mom, she said cheerfully as she entered the childhood home she and her brother Dorian had grown up in. The house smelled of sour beer and old cigarette smoke trapped in the walls and pissy carpet. The status of the carpet came by way of her mother, who was on another drinking binge. For some damned reason, the woman refused to make the necessary short trip down the hall and alleviate herself where ever she stood at the moment. The cheery attitude Khloe tried to bring to the day was met with vitriol and sour breath which slowly soured her fake happy disposition.

    Don’t morning me. Don’t say good morning either, cause ain’t a goddamn thing good about it, Erica Burgess slurred. Where is that peasy headed brother of yours? He don’t even come by anymore to check on his Momma.

    I’m here, Mom, she said, getting the woman off the floor. From the way her mother was sprawled on the stained carpet, it appeared as if she’d spent the better part of the night there, soaked in her own waste. Let’s get you to the shower.

    I ain’t your damned child!

    Then stop shitting on yourself like you are, Mom, Khloe said, reaching for her mother but not moving fast enough to avoid the swing of the woman’s fist, which connected to her eye.

    This was the way it normally went, but usually, Khloe moved fast enough to duck from the wayward swings. Mom, I’m going to have to put you in a home, Khloe said. You can’t be left alone.

    Then I will live with you, Erica said.

    Mom, I don’t know why you hate me so much to suggest such a thing, she said softly, trying again to get her mother on her feet without getting caked-on fecal matter on her own. Something has to give. We can’t keep doing this.

    You may not be able to, but I can. I will drink as long as I can get my hands on a bottle, Erica said. Ricky is a son of bitch who left me with all of this. Two kids. A mortgage and a dog I didn’t even like. You know that fucker bit me?

    Yes Mom, I do, that is why the dog lives with me now, Khloe said somberly as she got the thin woman into the stand-up shower. Ricky Burgess left them when Khloe was five and Dorian was eight. Thirty-two years later, her mother was still drinking and blaming the man for not wanting to come home every day to a woman who smelled like pee, menthol Kools, and an invisible demon, who tortured them all.  The sad part was that he left his children with her as well. As Khloe aged, his visits became fewer and he seemingly never wanted to look her in the eye. Dorian, her brother, eventually moved out and in with their father. His visits too, became fewer, leaving Khloe alone to care for her mother. As time went on, it began self-evident that Erica Burgess did not want to get better, only to drag everyone around her down the same path of misery.

    Fed up and wanting a new life, on Khloe’s 18th birthday, the Army beckoned. Joining the corps, she trained as a nurse serving her country and tending to broken soldiers who, like her mother, clung tight to dark demons who visited in the wee hours of the night. The time served sped by and twenty years, seven countries, and three wars later, she returned to Chicago to do good by her community. Too bad the community didn’t want to do good by her. It was going to be a long Monday.

    Freshly showered and attempting to eat the bowl of oats Khloe placed before her, Erica Burgess gave up on solid food sliding down her throat, opting instead to sit on the couch with a glass of cheap wine.

    Go home girl, Erica said. You need some rest before you go back to your shift tonight.

    I’ll stay a bit longer Mom, make you some lunch, then I’ll leave, Khloe offered, leaning back in the chair and closing her eyes. She’d slept longer than she planned, waking in time to shower, grab a bite to eat and head to work. Monday nights were fight night as she like to call them. Angry men came home from the day shift, poised for battle, taking out the days aggression of a job that paid too little, worked them too hard and being supervised by people who knew even less. Black eyes, broken arms and whimpering women lined the wall waiting for help yet at the end of treatment, they all went back home to the abusers. It was a vicious cycle that ended Monday night, fading slowly into another day.

    TUESDAY MORNING, KHLOE spotted Paddington Clawfoot, her Rottweiler, walking down the street with the local drug dealer. She whistled for the dog to come to her side but the animal looked at her and continued on with his new master. She was uncertain if the protection she’d raised from a pup to be her bodyguard, whom she loaned to her mother at night, was stolen or if he too had become tired of her moping about the house. The dog, had no intention of coming back and she sure as hell wasn’t about to get confrontational with a drug dealer, so she let it be.

    Be happy Paddington, make good choices, she called out to the dog. He responded by showing her his puckered doggy asshole and walking away.

    Opening her front door, she realized why the dog had left. Her mother was in her house. How the woman managed to consistently get in, even after she’d had the locks changed and a security system installed, befuddled her. Today, Khloe felt like Paddington Clawfoot. She wanted to get the hell out of that house as well.

    Mom, what are you doing here?

    You said I didn’t need to live alone, so I’m going to move in with you, Erica said with glassy eyes.

    No, you aren’t, Mom, she said.

    Well, just let me stay tonight until you get off shift, her mother said. That damned dog tried to bite me again, so I burned him with a cigarette and kicked his black ass out!

    Mom, that was my dog and you had no right, Khloe said. "How did you get in my house anyway?’

    Joey let me in, Erica said with pride.

    Why was Joey in my house? she asked, concerned, going past her mother to her bedroom to check the jewelry box. Joseph Greenwood, her on again, off again boyfriend, aka Joey Montana, the poker player, had a nasty habit. He gambled. For every hot streak he had one more that was tepid. Joey would win big and buy expensive baubles and trinkets for Khloe, then hit a low point and come take it all back.

    I assume you two had some hot loving planned for this morning, her mother said, standing in the middle of the floor allowing a yellow stream of urine to trickle down her leg.

    Mom! Seriously?

    What?

    I can’t with you today. I just can’t, Khloe said, looking into the jewelry box and spying all the empty slots where her boyfriend had ripped her off. Again. It was a constant cycle of crazy and she wanted off the Ferris wheel of stupid.

    Don’t tell me what you can and can’t do!  I am your mother for Christ’s sake, she slurred.

    Don’t bring Jesus into this unless you plan to give your wretched soul to him for salvation, Khloe mumbled reaching for a smokeless ashtray. She regretted the words as Tuesday ended with her mother on her bed. Snuffing out the burning cigarette which dangled from the sleeping woman’s hands, Khloe moved the pack to the kitchen, hiding them in a cupboard. At 10:30, she turned on the alarm, leaving her home, wishing she had awakened sooner to take her mom back to the house where she’d grown up.

    I’ll deal with it in the morning, Khloe said, arriving at work to look at the social services book for care homes. She set about her shift, calling patients to come to the exam room to mend cuts and bruises. It was an easy night as she clocked out on a bright Wednesday morning, girding herself mentally to deal with her mother.

    It became a Wednesday morning from hell, arriving home to find her house in a pile of smoldering ashes, and a charred body on a gurney being wheeled out. Everything she cared about had been in that house. She had been left with nothing. No clothes. No dog. Not even a pot to piss in or a window to toss it out of was left. She stood immobile as the body rolled past her, unable to cry, feeling robbed of all emotions, even one of relief.

    Miss, you live here? the Fire Chief asked.

    I did, she said softly. What happened?

    From what I could tell, the fire started in the back bedroom. Looks like a bottle of booze was on the floor, and whoever that was fell asleep with a cigarette caught a bit of paper on fire and the whole thing went up like kindling, the Fire Chief said. Miss, can you identify the woman on the gurney?

    She was my mother, Erica Burgess, Khloe said.

    I’m sorry for your loss, he told her, looking at her suspiciously, waiting for the emotional breakdown and cries of agony. The fire chief stood at her side for several moments awaiting a reaction that never came. Again, I am sorry for your loss, he said, handing her his card before walking away, leaving the woman alone.

    In some sense of the universe giving her a pass in an effort to ensure her sanity, Khloe too was sorry for the loss. Truthfully, she’d never known the Erica Burgess that a dude named Ricky Burgess fell in love with and married. At some point, when her life made sense, she would reach out to the man and find out where it went south. Behaviors, as she was once told by a commanding officer, are formed out of the necessity to protect the mind from damage. He told a young Captain Khloe Burgess with some modicum of expertise, that even if the damage done to the body is a great as what is done to the soul, one was bound to break the other down to nothing.

    Her mother had rotted both her body and her soul. Khloe didn’t want to think it, but the idea just kind of showed up in her head. Her mother’s body was filled with enough alcohol to make the woman a piece of kindling.  She was

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