“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.Â
 In exchange, I’ll give her a lifetime of happiness in the form of my cock.Â
 But damn, Everly’s more than I bargained for, and I don’t think she has any idea what it means to be mine.Â
 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 22? No.Â
 But honestly, my life could be a helluva lot worse.Â
 The agency says this Alaskan mountain man is rich, hot as heck, and willing to pay off my student loans.Â
 I’m crossing my fingers he’s everything I signed up for.Â
 But I may be a little over my head. Mostly because I’m marrying a stranger, and also because I’ve never dated.Â
 Period.Â
 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.