Mountain Sanctuary [NOOK Book]

Overview

A Fresh Start

Sometimes Stella Forsythe's shaky faith held her back and made her doubt herself...and second chances. Stella ran a B&B in rural Arkansas. That and raising her precious son alone kept her busy. She wasn't looking for romance--then a stranger came to town.

The rustic inn was the perfect getaway for world-weary cop Adam Callahan. And when he discovered its beautiful owner in distress, he offered his services as Good Samaritan. ...

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Mountain Sanctuary

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Overview

A Fresh Start

Sometimes Stella Forsythe's shaky faith held her back and made her doubt herself...and second chances. Stella ran a B&B in rural Arkansas. That and raising her precious son alone kept her busy. She wasn't looking for romance--then a stranger came to town.

The rustic inn was the perfect getaway for world-weary cop Adam Callahan. And when he discovered its beautiful owner in distress, he offered his services as Good Samaritan. Everyone needed a helping hand. With a little prayer he hoped they could find solace in their budding love and realize the sanctuary of God's loving arms.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781426814365
  • Publisher: Harlequin Enterprises
  • Publication date: 3/1/2008
  • Series: Love Inspired Series
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 256
  • Sales rank: 604,278
  • File size: 171 KB

Meet the Author

Lenora knew she wanted to be a writer after her fourth-grade teacher assigned a creative writing project. While the other children moaned and groaned, Lenora gleefully wrote her first story, then promptly sold it (for a quarter) on the playground.

She actually started selling in bookstores in 1993. Before joining Steeple Hill books, Lenora wrote for Avalon and Leisure. She's written 13 books for the Love Inspired series so far.

Her first Love Inspired book, The Wedding Quilt, won Affaire de Coeur's Best Inspirational Award for 1997. Logan's Child won Romantic Times Magazine's Reviewers' Choice Award for Best Love Inspired in 1998. His Brother's Wife was nominated for Romantic Times's Reviewers' Choice Award in 1999, and The Reluctant Hero was nominated for the same award in 2000.

Lenora's three-book In the Garden series proved to be very popular with readers. This included When Love Came to Town, Something Beautiful and Lacey's Retreat, which was also nominated for a Romantic Times award.

Her bestselling novel I'll Be Home for Christmas was rereleased in a three-in-one trade-size novel, titled The Three Gifts. In spring 2003, Easter Blessings featured a two-in-one release along with Gail Gaymer Martin. Lenora's title was "The Lily Field." Lenora is currently working on books for the Love Inspired series as well as for Steeple Hill's new women's fiction program.

Married for 28 years, Lenora has two children. Before writing full-time, she worked in marketing and public relations. She has served in her local RWA chapter and as President of Faith,Hopeand Love, the inspirational chapter of RWA. She also wrote a weekly opinion column in Shreveport, Louisiana, for The Times for five years.

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Adam Callahan slanted his head sideways so he could read the crooked sign in front of him.

Sanctuary House Inn Bed-and-Breakfast. Established 1888. Underneath the faded etched letters, a handwritten message announced Under New Management. Instead of a No Vacancy sign, someone had written—in what looked a child's scribblings—Lots Of Vacancies.

Well, he needed a bed and he needed breakfast. And this was apparently the last place in Hot Springs, Arkansas, that had both. Just his luck that he'd come rolling into town during some sort of art festival.

Every hotel and bed-and-breakfast in Hot Springs and the surroundings areas of Lake Hamilton and Lake Catherine was booked solid for the next three days.

Except this one.

"Lots of vacancies," Adam said out loud as he straightened his head, the tight muscles in his neck reminding him why he'd left New Orleans in the first place.

"I need to rest," he said as he headed up the cracked, aged bricks of what once must have been a carriage drive. Looking up at the Gothic-like, Victorian-style turreted house with the peeling white paint and the broken green shutters, Adam wondered if he'd find any rest here. In the first light of an unforgiving yellow-gold dawn, the old house had the lost, forlorn look of a granny woman with dementia.

Adam could identify with that feeling. He'd been traveling all night and was bone weary. But he'd felt lost and forlorn for months now, his gut twisting with an emptiness that food couldn't fill. He also felt as if he'd been wandering in the wilderness for forty days, confused and dazed, after all the anguish he'd seen in his ten years as a police officer in New Orleans.

But you resigned fromthe force, he reminded himself, his gaze taking in the dead blossoms on the geraniums sitting in cracked pots by the side entrance to the B and B. The once-red blooms looked as burned-out and lifeless as Adam felt right now. With automatic precision, he reached down and plucked a few of the dried-up red blooms. Then he caught himself and stopped. He just needed sleep. Lots of sleep.

He'd just put one booted foot on the lopsided wooden steps, when he heard weeping coming from the open window right next to the porch.

Startled, Adam pivoted off the porch steps to stare into the long, wide window. The sight he saw immediately caught his attention and made him forget he was tired and sleepy.

A petite woman with waist-length, flowing strawberry-blond hair stood at the aged butcher-block table in the middle of the long, narrow kitchen, her hands covering her face as she leaned her head over and sobbed openly. The woman wore a flowery, gauzy dress covered by a smudged white apron that had so many ruffles they seemed to overpower both the dress and the woman wearing it. The smell of something burning caused Adam to glance from the distraught woman to the smoke coming out of the ancient six-burner stove sitting haphazardly against one wall. The woman seemed to be ignoring the smoke, but Adam saw a burned batch of what once must have been muffins spilled out on parchment paper on the messy butcher-block table. As he watched, the woman wiped at her eyes, then picked up one of the charred muffins and threw it across the kitchen, causing dishes to rattle in the wide, deep white porcelain sink.

Then she burst into tears again.

Which caused all of Adam's ingrained protective instincts to kick into overdrive, even while the practical part of his brain warned him in flashing, glaring banners to just turn around and keep walking. "Excuse me," he heard himself saying into the window. "Uh, ma'am, could I possibly get a room?" Then, because he just couldn't stop himself, he added, "And is there anything I can do to help you?"

The sound of his voice caused the woman to look up in surprise, her expression changing from disturbed to mortified as she glared at Adam through the window. "What?"

"I need a place to stay," Adam said, his tone gentle now. "Can I come in?"

"Do you know how to make blueberry muffins?" the woman asked on a loud sniff, her daring expression telling him this might be the deal breaker.

"I sure do," he said with a soft smile. "I happen to make the best blueberry muffins this side of the Mason-Dixon line."

"You're teasing me, right?" she asked, tossing her long wavy hair back over her shoulder, her brilliant green eyes flashing.

"And, mister, I am in no mood to be teased this morning."

"I'm not teasing," Adam replied, determination making him want to win entry into this strange, intriguing house so he could find out what was the matter with this strange, intriguing woman. "I was a cook in the navy. And on the police force back in New Orleans, I was the unofficial designated cook for all of our get-togethers. I did all the cooking for the guys—" He stopped, remembering cookouts and crawfish boils back on the bayou. "I can make muffins," he said, his tone turning blunt and businesslike as he shoved the memories away. "But first, you have to let me in. Oh, and you might want to check on whatever's in the oven."

At that, she let out a wail and rushed to the oven, then opened it to let out even more smoke. Shouting to Adam over her shoulder, she said, "C'mon on in. And hurry."

Adam didn't waste time getting there. He rushed up onto the side porch, found the door unlocked and entered, the big stained glass door squeaking his arrival.

A small boy wearing action-figure-embellished pajamas stood waiting for him, his hair the same thick strawberry-blond color of the woman's. The boy slanted big hazel eyes underneath long bangs, then flapped his hands in the air. "Wow, am I glad to see you. This is the third batch she's tried this morning, and most of our visitors have done left and gone to get a sausage biscuit out on the highway."

Adam had to chuckle at the kid's dead-serious expression. "And just who are you?"

"Kyle Watson Forsythe," the boy said, extending a hand in a very grown-up manner. "I'm trying to help my mom. But she says this place is nothing but a big, ol' money pit and she wishes she'd never in-hair-it-ted it in the first place."

Adam wondered what else the kid, who looked to be around six or seven, had learned from his mama, but he refrained from asking that right now. "Show me the way to the kitchen, son," he said in his best cop voice, his instincts on full alert.

The boy rubbed his nose, then pointed. "Down that hallway to the right." He pointed again, his expression bordering on panic. "She thinks the stove is messed up."

"Thanks." Adam dropped his leather duffel bag onto the hardwood floor and stalked across the formal Victorian parlor toward the kitchen and the sobbing woman.

Stella's head came up at the swishing of the swinging door, her mind numb with failure and a definite lack of faith. Everyone had assured her that running this place would be an ideal job for her since she was organized to a fault and had a good business head. They said the Sanctuary practically took care of itself. Well, they had all been somewhat misinformed. And she'd been gullible and crazy to think she could do this on her own. Wishing the older couple that had helped her mother hadn't retired to Branson, Stella squared her shoulders and took a deep breath as she waited for the muffin man.

She'd take whatever help she could find, including help from a perfect stranger.

The man who came barreling into the kitchen seemed to fill the vast space with his very presence, causing Stella to inhale the leftover sob she'd been about to emit into the air. Wiping her eyes with one of the annoying frilly ruffles of her dead mother's apron, Stella tried to focus on this interesting person who'd apparently come to her rescue.

He was tall, but not too tall. His hair was clipped and edged into brittle brown tufts across his forehead and around his ears. His eyes, wide and hesitant right now, were a rich grayish blue. But it was his face that held Stella's attention. His face looked as worn and aged as the masculine tan wall-paper in her daddy's study across the hallway. It was a face etched in hard living, all planes and angles, all rough male, muscular and scarred. This man, whoever he was, sure didn't look like someone who could make blueberry muffins. More like he could take down a band of ragamuffins with one strong-armed swipe. bad as things can get and then some, I still love the place." He opened the and found the fresh blueber-then grabbed a mixing bowl from the stacked along an open bottom shelf opened the door of the oven. "I think I see the problem, but it'll have to cool down before I can get in there and fix it. Do you have a microwave or a toaster oven?"

She nodded. "But—"

"I know how to make microwave muffins."

"Amazing," Stella said through a sniff.

"Uh, what's your name?"

"Adam," he said, eyeballing flour into the bowl. "Adam Callahan. And you?"

"Stella Forsythe."

"Nice to meet you, Stella." Then he motioned with his head toward the refrigerator. "I need about two eggs."

She managed to find him "about two" eggs and "about a half cup" of oil and several other ingredients he called for in precise order. Then she stood back and watched as he went to work, his gray gaze centered on the creamy mixture inside the big white bowl.

"Do you need the mixer?" she asked.

"Nope." He floured the blueberries, then whipped them right into the mix, lifting an eyebrow toward her. "But I do need a clean muffin pan. One that works in the microwave."

Stella scrambled to find a pan that wasn't coated with burned muffin remains. "I have this plastic one I use in there. Should I grease it?"

"Yeah. Grease and a little flour all over."

She did as he told her, glad the splotchy red patches she always got along her neck and throat whenever she was under emotional stress had seemed to settle down into just freckles now. She hated getting all splotchy, but today had been a triple splotchy day, and it wasn't even 7:00 a.m. yet.

"I'd planned an egg casserole, too," she told him as he put the muffins into the microwave. "But—"

"Give me the ingredients," he told her, his hands on his hips, a wet, white dish towel with tiny daisies on its hem thrown across his broad shoulder.

Stella moved like a sleepwalker, gathering ham and eggs, cheese and bread, her thoughts running together mumbo jumbo.

Lord, how did I get so lucky? she asked the heavens in a silent prayer of thanks. Dear God, did You finally hear my pleas? The smell of blueberry muffins answered her, sweet and plump and intoxicating.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 12, 2008

    Finding Hope in God again - not just romance

    I got this book for my birthday from an Author friend of this Author. Man was it timely. It was just what I needed while I was struggling with my own issues of hope after 50 years of serving God. This book will make you realize that hardship can make or break us. Sure this is a romance book but it doesn't matter as it will increase your faith and uplift you regardless. Stella Forsythe is struggling with her issues of hope because of her Mother leaving when she was a child. She also struggles because of her Dad's illness and raising a son alone. She was hurt by her husband who died. She was left a Bed & Breakfast by her Mom and was trying to fix it up. Alone comes Adam Callahan who is struggling with issues from Hurricane in New Orleans and issue with a brother. He is looking for a place to relax and recoup. He arrives to find Stella in a mess. He feels God has led him to Stella. Stella had lost her faith through all the struggles but Adam had turned toward his but still had issues of forgiving himself. I loved the way the Author protrayed the struggles relationships have in getting to the point of realizing they love one another. A must read.

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