She came to Wildwood Valley to marry a stranger. She just didn’t expect to fall for the wrong mountain man.
I thought I was signing up to marry a rugged mountain man named Blade—the strong, silent type who stole my heart through a screen.
But when I rolled into Wildwood Valley, suitcase in hand and hope in my chest, I was met with one complication: the man I fell for wasn’t the man I was meant to marry.
Trey was supposed to be a harmless prank. A stand-in. A jokester logging crew guy helping his matchmaking aunt play cupid. But somewhere between the sweet messages, the teasing banter, and the night we watched a movie under the stars, I stopped falling for a name—and started falling for him.
This isn’t the love story I expected.
But it just might be the one I was made for.
