Van Larson had traveled all the way from Peaceful, Colorado to Mud Water, Kentucky just to marry a schoolmarm/spinster. Not once did he think she would be so sweet, so sexy, and so damn beautiful.
Hellfire! A man couldn’t ask for more than that.
The ruggedly, handsome, cowpuncher was the kind of man women fantasized about, or so Blaine Bridgewater assumed. She had never had those kinds of fantasies. . .that is, until Van entered her life.
She was definitely having them now.
Life was good, too good. . .they should have realized fate was about to test them.
