Bitter Berry Ranch

Cold.
Bitter cold.
When preparing myself for the cold Montana weather, I never could have anticipated the chill of Blake Westhollow.
I'd spent my life surrounded by beauty, luxury, and control. First, tucked safely under my family's influence. Then, under the villain I'd dared call a lover.
Now I was being traded away to cover my father's debts. Promised to a man I've never met.
Blake was everything people admired, the definition of respectable. A golden boy. The kind of man built from awards, perfect grades, charity work, and polite smiles. Clean-cut. Predictable. Safe.
In other words, the kind of man who bored me before I had even arrived.
If I didn't die from the horrific Arctic cold, surely the boredom of married life to that man would kill me.
Turns out that Blake Westhollow wasn't clean cut in the least. Whatever golden boy veneer he'd once worn had lost its polish, now buried under something darker and far more dangerous.
He wasn't safe.
He wasn't gentle.
And he definitely wasn't bright and boring.
Which was unfortunate... because I had always had a weakness for dark, dirty things.