The Runaway Mail-Order Brides Ultimate Bundle

Falsely accused of a crime, she assumes a secret identity as a mail-order bride to escape her past. Lawman and cowboy, he is tasked with finding a runaway, and goes undercover to become her fake fiancé. Can they work together to find the truth?

In the heart of the Wild West, Courtney Mills is a woman on the run, accused of a crime she didn't commit. With no other choice, she assumes a new identity and seeks refuge as a mail-order bride. But will her past catch up with her before she finds the fresh start she seeks?

Denton Reed is a rugged lawman with a reputation for always getting his man. When a friend asks him to track down a missing woman, Denton's determined to crack the case. Little does he know, the key to finding her lies in becoming her betrothed. As Denton and Courtney play their parts, the lines between reality and pretense blur, igniting a passion neither expected.

As they navigate the dangerous dance of deception and desire, Denton and Courtney must confront the truth: in the Wild West, love and danger often go hand in hand. Will their masquerade lead to a love that withstands the test of time, or will it unravel under the weight of secrets and lies?

Read this sweet, wholesome Historical Romance where passion beyond the bedroom door is left to the reader’s imagination.

MONTANA, 1877

Never in Courtney Mills’ life did she think she would be planning
a wedding only to see her intended, lying on the floor, dead.

Arranged marriages to old men needed to be outlawed!

Courtney Mills twisted her handkerchief against her middle as she stared at the lifeless body of Albert Greenwood – the man ten years older than her father – lying on the floor of his study. Blood stained the beige rug under his head, as he lay face down. Next to his head was a marbled bust of George Washington. In Albert’s study was his collection of history, and from the looks of it, George Washington was the very thing that probably ended Albert’s life.

Her stomach lurched, and she turned away, lifting her handkerchief to her mouth, inhaling the scented cloth slowly. Although she detested her parents selling her to Albert Greenwood to keep the money flowing between the two wealthy families, she didn’t want the old man dead.

After the initial shock of walking into the room and seeing him on the floor murdered, Courtney’s body shook violently. Her mind clouded with confusion and mixed emotions. Part of her wanted to be relieved that she wasn’t going to get married today, and yet, from what she could tell, someone had wanted him out of their lives, too. They’ll blame me!

Her throat constricted as panic welled within her. Albert’s family – three sons, and two daughters, who were all older than Courtney – hadn’t wanted their father tomarry her. It didn’t matter that she agreed with them, she had to obey her parents and marry the older man. His children hated her, no matter how nice she tried to be to them.

The rhythm of her heartbeat accelerated, and her head throbbed with indecision. She should alert one of Albert’s servants about his demise, and yet, she hesitated. Since she was the first to find him, she’d be their main suspect. She’d read mystery novels before. She knew how the law worked. She also knew that they would consider her guilty until she proved herself innocent. At this moment, she didn’t know how that would ever happen.

On unsteady legs, she slowly moved toward the door. She must leave. Now!

She opened the door and stepped into the hallway. The butler was the only person to see her this morning since he had let her inside the house. Her parents hadn’t arrived yet, and she must leave before anyone else noticed her presence. The fewer people who could testify that she
was here, the better her chances were of not being hanged for a crime she hadn’t committed.

Instead of heading out the front door, she turned the other way and hurried toward one of the side doors down a back hallway. Voices were heard from somewhere in the house, but she couldn’t tell who it was or where they were. Dizziness assailed her, and she bumped her shoulder against the wall. A picture that had been hanging fell to the floor. The wooden frame broke into several pieces. She couldn’t stop. Freedom was what she needed.

Her head filled with fog, and it seemed the door that would lead to her escape was so far ahead as if she were entering a tunnel. Courtney continued, placing one foot in front of the other. I can do this... I must do this!