The Mountain Man's Mail Order Temptation

He ordered peace and quiet. She’s neither.

I moved to the mountains to settle the demons of my past. Instead, I got conned into a mail-order bride by my matchmaking grandmother.

Seriously, is this the Wild West? Who signs up to get a mail-order bride? Who signs up to be one?

I’d never admit it to the old woman, but maybe she’s right about one thing. I have been lonely. Maybe the company of a woman would be nice for a few days, until I can send her on her way.

Because nothing on this planet could convince me to make an insane idea like this permanent.

Especially when the woman in question is a sparkly pink hurricane… with the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen.

I’m screwed.