“Wait… You’re Putting THAT Inside Me?” the Giant Mail-Order Bride Trembled — But the Mountain Man Had No Time to Be Gentle
Chapter 1 Smoke from the wood stove mixed with the metallic reek of fresh blood. Martha pressed her spine against the rough-hewn logs, her six-foot-two frame trembling for the first time since leaving Cincinnati. Opposite her, the mountain man didn’t blink. He just held the steaming foul-smelling pitch-soaked rag and a bone-handled knife, his knuckles…
