The Mountain Man's Mail Order Dilemma
(2026)(A book in the Mountain Man Sanctuary Season Two series)
A Story by Deidre-Ann Anderson
I didn't order a wife. Let me be clear about that.
My meddling grandmother, God rest her soul, apparently signed me up for a mail-order bride service six months before she died. I found the confirmation letter in her desk drawer between her crossword puzzles and a bottle of peach schnapps, three days after I buried her.
The letter says my "match" arrives Tuesday.
It's Monday.
I call the service. They tell me cancellation requires sixty days' notice. I have sixteen hours. They suggest I "keep an open mind." I suggest something less printable.
Tuesday morning, a woman steps off the bus in town with a suitcase, a folder of correspondence from my dead grandmother, and the kind of smile that makes you think the sun just decided to focus all its energy on one spot.
She's beautiful, hopeful, promising to be the perfect submissive, and looking at me like I'm the answer to a prayer I didn't know someone was saying.
I should send her back. Explain the situation, put her on the next bus, and go back to my cabin to be angry at my grandmother in peace. Instead, I look at her face. Really look. And I see something behind that hopeful smile that I recognize. The same thing I see in my mirror every morning.
Someone who's run out of places to go.
The Mountain Man's Mail Order Dilemma is a swoony, laugh-out-loud, Black Love, BDSM, enemies-to-roommates-to-lovers romance featuring a grumpy mountain man blindsided by his grandmother's matchmaking from beyond the grave, a woman who's starting over with nothing but courage and a suitcase, forced proximity, fake arrangement to real feelings, "I didn't ask for this" to "I can't live without this," and just enough heat to set that mountain cabin on fire. Sweet with spice. Safe. Guaranteed HEA.
Genre: Romance
My meddling grandmother, God rest her soul, apparently signed me up for a mail-order bride service six months before she died. I found the confirmation letter in her desk drawer between her crossword puzzles and a bottle of peach schnapps, three days after I buried her.
The letter says my "match" arrives Tuesday.
It's Monday.
I call the service. They tell me cancellation requires sixty days' notice. I have sixteen hours. They suggest I "keep an open mind." I suggest something less printable.
Tuesday morning, a woman steps off the bus in town with a suitcase, a folder of correspondence from my dead grandmother, and the kind of smile that makes you think the sun just decided to focus all its energy on one spot.
She's beautiful, hopeful, promising to be the perfect submissive, and looking at me like I'm the answer to a prayer I didn't know someone was saying.
I should send her back. Explain the situation, put her on the next bus, and go back to my cabin to be angry at my grandmother in peace. Instead, I look at her face. Really look. And I see something behind that hopeful smile that I recognize. The same thing I see in my mirror every morning.
Someone who's run out of places to go.
The Mountain Man's Mail Order Dilemma is a swoony, laugh-out-loud, Black Love, BDSM, enemies-to-roommates-to-lovers romance featuring a grumpy mountain man blindsided by his grandmother's matchmaking from beyond the grave, a woman who's starting over with nothing but courage and a suitcase, forced proximity, fake arrangement to real feelings, "I didn't ask for this" to "I can't live without this," and just enough heat to set that mountain cabin on fire. Sweet with spice. Safe. Guaranteed HEA.
Genre: Romance