Marrying the Mountain
Shade Winters, Ellie Rowe
Then she stitches me up, sleeps on my couch, and makes my cabin smell like safety.
Now I can’t sleep unless I hear her breathing.
I kill to keep my perimeter clean.
She leaves her coffee cup in the wrong place.
I buried my past for a reason. But she finds it, kisses the scars, and tells me I'm still worthy of love.
So I do the only thing a broken man can.
I marry her. In blood, not white.
Now she's mine to protect—
and I'm the storm that keeps her warm.
I said yes before she even asked.
I just had to build her the altar.
Read on for forced proximity, PTSD grump obsession, wilderness gunfire weddings, and a mountain man who’ll chop down the world if you touch his wife. HEA Guaranteed!
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