Claimed By The Mountain Man by Frankie Love

I can't say that I would continue with this series if I wasn't able to get it via KU (or for super cheap), but I am hoping that the series improves as it gets going.

He seemed a little too.charming and a little too 'social' for someone who prefers to live out in the middle of fucking no where all by himself.īut thus his need for a mail order honey, I suppose.Īnyway, I thought this was some decent smut and a pretty good deal via KU. I like the way it was done here however, I must say that I DID have a little trouble buying Silas as an 'off the grid' kinda guy. I am a sucker for the whole 'mail order bride' / arranged marriage shtick and I always will be. This was my first read by Frankie Love and it was aight. Where I fucking wish I was right now, freezing my inner thigh fat off like a fucking Eskimo champion. Instead, I am sitting here trying not to think about how my inner thigh fat is suctioned cupped together in a manner that makes it impossible to think about anything other than the fact that I don't even want to walk or move because CHAFING. It's supposed to be all balmy breezy palm trees with the occasional overcast cloud cover for fuck sake. In all sincerity though, I'm not fucking kidding.

So I have to say that I am not in a reviewing mood.īecause it's so FUCKING hot, that well. Don't one-click if you want a tame mail order bride story.

* WARNING: This story features a mountain man who knows exactly what he wants. Period.Ĭlearly I have no clue how to be a wife. Mostly because I'm marrying a stranger and also because I've never dated. I'm crossing my fingers he's everything I signed up for.īut I may be a little over my head. The agency says this Alaskan mountain man is rich, hot as heck, and willing to pay off my student loans. But honestly, my life could be a helluva lot worse. Hell, I wanted a wife, but I'm not sure I know how to live with a woman.ĭid I expect to be a mail-order bride at twenty-two? No. In exchange, I'll give her a lifetime of happiness in the form of my c*ck.īut d*mn, Everly's more than I bargained for and I don't think she has any idea what it means to be mine. I want a wife who knows what it means to live off the grid, cook my food, and keep my bed warm. 'I'm claiming you as mine, right here, right now.'

Claimed By The Mountain Man by Frankie Love