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 cock. But damn, Everly's more than I bargained for, and I [...]
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"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 cock. But damn, 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 22? 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.