Claimed By The Mountain Man
<b><i>“Everly,” he growls. “I’m claiming you as mine, right here, right now.”</i></b><br><br><b>SILAS</b><br><br>I want a wife who knows what it means to live off the grid, cook my food, and keep my bed warm.<br><br>In exchange, I’ll give her a lifetime of happiness in the form of my c*ck.<br><br>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.<br><br><b>EVERLY</b><br><br>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.<br><br>I’m crossing my fingers he’s everything I signed up for.<br><br>But I may be a little over my head. Mostly because I’m marrying a stranger and also because I’ve never dated. Period.<br><br>Clearly I have no clue how to be a wife … but it’s too late to back out now. <br><br><b><i>*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.</i></b>