I fell in love with a widower, ignoring the red flags. Until I asked him point blank if, after a year, he loved me. His answer cut deep. Unable to ignore those red flags any longer, I had no choice but to walk. Unfortunately, he wasn't taking it well.

Pixie was tired of her long string of failed relationships, so she decided to take love out of the equation and become an Alaskan mail-order bride. Stark was gruff and grumpy and definitely not looking for love after he lost the woman he loved. He and Pixie shared a common goal of wrestling a living out of the harsh Alaskan bush, and as they were learning to rely on each other, their tentative friendship turned to more. Until a secret from Stark's past came to interfere with his present.

He left me on a hike in Alaska, three days before a snowstorm. He thought I'd die. I didn't. I thought I knew him. I didn't. I didn't know him at all.