WYNONNA
As a teenager, my crush on the grumpy homesteader was a sweet, secret ache he never noticed – thankfully, since he treated me like the pesky little kid I probably was.
Now, ten years later and armed with a mail-order bride contract, I’m back to claim Josiah. The gruff mountain man might try to deny the past, but the heat that flares between us is undeniable, a second chance I refuse to let slip away.
JOSIAH
She was a bright-eyed kid who trailed after me years ago like a harmless little shadow. Now, she’s the woman standing on my porch, claiming to be my mail-order bride.
The innocent girl is gone, replaced by a determined woman whose unwavering focus and surprising sensuality are a shock to my solitary system. This isnt the quiet companionship I ordered, and her persistent claim on me is igniting a possessive fire I never expected.
