The Mountain Man’s Curvy Plaid Surprise
She was too much for the man who ordered her—just right for the mountain man who took her in.
Clover
When I arrive in the mountains as a mail order bride, I’m armed with my crystal bracelets, herbal teas, and an unshakeable belief in fate. Unfortunately, the wealthy man who sent for me wants a quiet, obedient wife, not a sunshine soaked, new-age optimist who talks to plants and smiles too much. His words, not mine. After yet another frosty argument I do what I do best. I run.
After a long day of hiking, I stumble upon a secluded cabin tucked deep in the woods—and the man who lives there. His warmth and kindness makes me feel safer than I ever have. He doesn’t ask questions. He doesn’t demand anything. He just looks at me like I’m something precious.
He claims he’ll be my friend, but there’s more than friendship in his expression when he looks at me. Longing and desire burn through me, too. I’m done with being told I’m ‘too much’. Maybe finally running away has led me to exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Hayden
I’m too big, bearded, and more comfortable working in my forge than talking about feelings. When a bedraggled, dehydrated woman shows up at sunset, what can I do but offer Clover a warm fire, a safe place to stay, and absolutely no expectations. My truck’s dead and it’s too far to walk to the nearest town, so she’s stuck with me for at least a week.
As leaves fall and the nights grow colder, her laughter brings color back into my quiet world. Her glances promise things I shouldn’t want and what started as an offer of shelter turns into something that feels dangerously like home. Then the man who brought her to the mountains shows up, wanting her back.
I’ve never believed someone like her would choose a man like me. Knowing in my soul she belongs in my arms, do I take a leap of faith and expose my heart and show her just how good forever can feel?
