Claimed By The Mountain Man

“Everly,” he growls. “I’m claiming you as mine, right here, right now.”
SILAS
I want a wife who knows what it means to live off the grid, cook my food, and keep my bed warm.
In exchange, I’ll give her a lifetime of happiness in the form of my c*ck.
But d*mn, Everly’s more than I bargained for and I don’t think she has any idea what it means to be mine. Hell, I wanted a wife, but I’m not sure I know how to live with a woman.
EVERLY
Did I expect to be a mail-order bride at twenty-two? No. But honestly, my life could be a helluva lot worse. The agency says this Alaskan mountain man is rich, hot as heck, and willing to pay off my student loans.
I’m crossing my fingers he’s everything I signed up for.
But I may be a little over my head. Mostly because I’m marrying a stranger and also because I’ve never dated. Period.
Clearly I have no clue how to be a wife … but it’s too late to back out now.
*WARNING: This story features a mountain man who knows exactly what he wants. And how he wants it. Don’t one-click if you want a tame mail order bride story … this is a classic Frankie Love romance … steamy as hell with a HEA.