"The Sophisticated Mountain Gal" by Joan Bramsch is a hot romance that
takes place in the Ozark Mountains of Missouri. Tulip works as a
storyteller at Silver Dollar City in Branson. James has moved from NYC to
follow his dream of creating story, old-fashion toys for children. Their
love story is memorable.
"Howdy, mister," Crissy said in Tulip's drawl. "You shore do look like a
big city feller. What be yore name?"
"James Robert Prince III," he answered, bowing slightly. "At your service,
Tulip," he murmured, smiling handsomely.
This man was certainly sure of himself, she thought. He needs to be brought
down a peg, and I'm just the one to do it. She looked longingly into his
lean features, and shyly reached out to touch his cheek and touch his
moustache. She almost snatched her hand away when she felt a flash of
electricity between them.
"You shore is purty, mister," she drawled audaciously, turning her head to
wink at the crowd. "Yore jist about the purtiest thang ever I seed. I
rechon I jist might ask my pappy to git you fer me," she said, licking her
lips with only half-acted hunger.
James stepped forward, and slid his finger down her nose to graze her full
parted lips. "I doubt your pappy's intervention would be necessary, Tulip."
"Well, Jimmy Bob," she began, needing to take back the upper hand in their
scene, "my Granny Bloom would think yore a prince of a feller fer me." She
giggled before continuing, "But you don't strike me as a regular
businessman, Jimmy Bob. No siree, you looks more to me like a hunter ...
but I can't rightly decide ifen you hunts the four-legged or the two-legged
variety," she pondered.
"It all depends on which is in season, Ms. Bloom," he drawled in response.
"And if my perceptions are correct, by tonight it will be open season on
two-legged moutain gals ..."