She signed up for forever. I never signed up.
I came to the mountains to disappear. To bury the black ops soldier I used to be and live in peace. Instead, my matchmaking grandma decided I needed a mail-order bride.
Is this the Wild West? Who travels up a mountain to marry a stranger?
Apparently, Ellie does. She shows up on my porch with a glittery suitcase, a sunshine smile, and curves made for my hands. She talks a lot, bakes muffins when she’s nervous, and thinks my combat knife is a kitchen utensil.
With the shadows of my past and the blood on my hands—this innocent woman shouldn’t be anywhere near me.
I shouldn’t touch her. Yet I can’t stop my hungry gaze from tracing her curves. And every time she looks at me with those wide, hopeful eyes, I want to drag her close, claim her, and ruin her for anyone else. Except she didn’t just come here for a fresh start. She came here for protection.
She thinks the most dangerous man in her life is the one chasing her. She’s wrong.
It’s me. And I protect what’s mine.
She’s not going anywhere.
But can she handle my own secrets… the ones I’ve buried even deeper than hers?
If you love grumpy x sunshine, OTT protective ex-military men, curvy heroines, slow-burn tension, and scorching spice, you’ll fall hard for this mountain man and his mail-order bride. Anson is the ultimate leave-me-the-hell-alone hero… until he’s gifted a sunshiney, v-card bride he shouldn’t want—but absolutely does.
