The Mountain Man's North Star: A Modern Mail-Order Bride Romance, #3

By Frankie Love

When Alaskan native Sullivan orders a bride, he's not planning on falling in love.
A recent transplant to his childhood home in the middle of nowhere, he wants company.
More than company—he wants a woman in his bed every damn day.
Sully's financially independent because of his own hard work and determination.
His mail-order bride has other ideas.
According to Sophie, the Universe dictates our path. In fact, it led her here.
Even though she's running from a not-so-distant debt collector, she's letting fate decide how long she stays in this unfamiliar place.
When they're wrapped in one another's arms these two are wilder than this untamed land.
But you can't stay in bed forever—eventually you have to step outside and look up at the sky.
Trouble is, Sullivan and Sophie see very different things.

Dear Reader,
Sullivan is the alpha you've been waiting for.
He's strong, successful, and all kinds of sexy.
His bride may be looking up at the stars, but he prefers using his telescope.
It's big. Huge, really.
Ans capable of making a woman see things in a whole new way.
The mountains are calling, and Sully is ready to show you something more magical than the North Star.
#OhMyStars #NiceScope
xo, Frankie

• Language: English
• Publisher: Frankie Love
• Release date: Sep 29, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201004439

Frankie Love

Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men. As a thirty-something mom who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters. She also believes in the power of a quickie. Get ready to fall in love … you deserve it! **Frankie also writes under the name Charlie Hart!

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Prologue

Sullivan

It’s been a long ass time since I’ve been up here—too damn long. And God, it feels good to be back at the family homestead. I look over the property, surveying the land, taking it all in. It’s one hundred and sixty private acres of scenic bliss. Far from Juneau where I’ve been living for the last decade.

Now, I’m back here on my grandfather’s land. I’m not usually a sentimental man, and this inheritance wasn’t something I was expecting, but damn, it feels like I’ve finally come home.

All it took was a ten-minute boat ride from Sitka Harbor to get away from the grind that had me tied to my company 24/7. Now I’m in a protected cove with a secure dock and a breathtaking blend of raw Alaskan wilderness.

My brother Harrison hikes up to the bluff where I stand. It’s a hell of a climb, he says. This new prosthetic is pretty sweet though.

Working well for you? I ask my brother, the war hero and recent newly wed. He hired a matchmaker who found him a bride, and damn, I’ve never seen him so happy. Deserves it — he’s been through hell and back.

Yeah, I’m lucky, he says, running a hand over his beard. And I shake my head — only a good man would consider themselves lucky after the shit he’s suffered.

I’ve been here a week, but he came in yesterday, his wife Hannah with him, to spread our granddad Sully’s ashes. And now we stand at the lookout where we said our final goodbyes, the memories clouding our vision as we look up into the clear blue sky.

You gonna do okay out here alone, Sully? he asks.

Hannah speaks up. Yeah, Sul, there aren’t many women out here to date.

Harrison snorts, wrapping an arm around his wife’s waist. I don’t think he’s dating them, honey.

I’ve changed my wild ways, I tell them. I’m done with all that bullshit. I’ve been fucking around in the city far too long. I want to return to my roots, I say, meaning it. I look over my property with pride. It feels good to be home.

Glad to hear it, still, I think you’ll be lonely up here, Harrison says as we turn, heading back to the massive lodge I now own. Before Hannah came home, I didn’t I know what I was missing. But now that I have an amazing wife, I couldn’t imagine going back in time.

Hannah looks up at my brother with adoring eyes and there’s no doubt they are the real deal.

Yeah, well you struck gold, Harry. Not every one marries for the right reasons.

Maybe you should order a bride, Sullivan, she suggests. Isabela who does the match making, never makes a mistake. She knows what she’s doing.

Right, Harrison laughs. As if Sully would take himself off the market for good. I bet he couldn’t last a week as a married man.

His words rub me the wrong way, but I’m in no mood to fight.

Inside the lodge we pour ourselves drinks and head to the living room where a fireplace glows. It’s cozy here, comfortable—nothing like my place in Juneau. There, I have a new condo, modern and concrete. But it is missing something… and as I look over at my brother and his new wife, cuddling on the couch like two lovebirds, I know what that is.

I’m missing a wife.

You’re wrong, Harry. I could settle down, I tell them, swirling the whiskey in my tumbler.

Oh yeah? Harry shakes his head. I can’t even imagine what this woman would be like.

She’d have to be patient, Hannah says.

What’s that supposed to mean?

She laughs. You’re just, kinda strong-willed.

That’s her nice way of saying you’re an ass, Harry chimes in.

I’m not an ass. Frowning I take a drink. Just because I own a company and make the right decisions—always—doesn’t mean I’m an ass. I can’t help it if I’m always right.

That makes Harry and Hannah crack up.

You aren’t exactly flexible, is all, Hannah says. You do things your way.

I lift my eyebrows. Because my way works.

Whatever you say, Sully, she says lightly. But honestly, do you want a wife?

I took leave for the next year, I tell them. I figured I’d come here and work with my hands, decompress, fucking enjoy the fresh air. I’ve spent too many days in an office.

You didn’t answer the question, Harry says.

I was getting there. The point is, I say, running a hand over my jaw, "I figured I would be fine out here alone. But now that I’m here… I’m not so sure. Maybe I should get a wife."

Harry shakes his head. You’ve only been out here a week, Sullivan. Maybe it’s not about a wife, it’s about being where you belong. Maybe you’re more of a city boy than a mountain man.

That gets me all fired up. You wanna go head-to-head? I ask. Hell, you don’t know what I am.

Getting a wife because you don’t want to be alone isn’t the right motive.

I lift my eyebrows to my brother. Oh yeah, and why did you get Hannah?

That shuts him up. But Hannah clears her throat. Sully, listen, if you get a wife, make sure you really want one. Because it’s not like a girl you meet on a dating app—if you do this, it’s a real marriage.

Maybe it’s because I hate the idea of Harry thinking he knows me better than I know myself, or maybe it’s the pair of them thinking this is a bad idea — but it makes me want to do it all the more.

Can you give me the number of this matchmaker?

Seriously? Harrison asks.

What’s it to you?

Him and Hannah share a look.