The Midwinter Mail-Order Bride (The Dead Lands, #1; Mail-Order Brides, #4)

by Kati Wilde

It seemed that every aspect of her face was designed to strike at his senses, to please and defy and arouse him—from

“You are more handsome than you should be, brute.

Everything about him was too big, too hard, too volatile—as if a mountain had been chiseled down to its volcanic heart and shaped into a man.

Who would value kindness more than someone who’d been treated cruelly?

Lips that he would have given up a kingdom to kiss.

Do you think I fought so much because I was content and the choice was easy? My courage has always come from desperation.

You are not a monster; you are a man who makes certain that what needs to be done is done.

Being unwanted had always hurt, but never had it destroyed her.

“The most plenty?” His gaze caught hers, shining with intense blue fire. “Without you, Anja, I have nothing.”

he was her husband now, and kissing her as if she was his next breath, the next beat of his heart—and for the very first time in her life, Anja felt completely and deliciously wanted. And beyond that, needed.

I love you so desperately that I would fight all of Scalewood to keep you alive and to see you safely away. I love you so mightily, I might even survive it.”