The only reason I’m a mail order bride is to move out of my car, simple as that. I don’t care who I get paired up with as long as they aren’t some creep. Just my luck, the first man I pair up with lives on a freaking mountain! I’m a city girl at heart, changing lifestyles is a bit too much. That is until I see who is my future other half. An older, plaid-wearing rescuer with a handsome set of features? Yes please. Sign me right up. Turns out, Bryson isn’t a creep at all. He’s a six foot grouch who looks like the last thing he wants is a wife. What luck. Well, pickers can’t be choosers, and I’ve got a whole week to see exactly what I’m getting myself into before any final decisions are made. If he thinks he can scare me away with that constant heavy gaze of his, then he’s got another thing coming.