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Their Stolen Bride

Their Stolen Bride

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BRIDGEWATER BRIDES - 8

Being the daughter of a Butte copper king won’t buy Mary Millard happiness, especially when she discovers her father’s plan to marry her to a cruel man. Desperate, Mary makes an arrangement with a man she meets on a train: pretend to be my intended so I can delay the inevitable. But little does she know it isn’t one man who will save her, but two.

Parker and Sully know the second they meet a beautiful passenger on the train to Butte that she will be their bride. They expected to court her properly, to acclimate to the unusual custom of being the wife of two men. Instead, she turns to them with an insane scheme to protect herself from a man they know to be anything but kind. But a fiancé won’t protect her from a bad marriage. Only a husband can do that.

When Mary weds her Bridgewater men, she learns that while she has two big cowboys to protect her from her past, it’s possible she has the power to save them right back.

Main Tropes

  • Cowboys
  • Why Choose
  • Marriage of Convenience
  • Small Town Romance
  • Historical

I cleared my throat and met Mr. Sullivan’s dark eyes. “Yes, my father is very insistent on growing his mining empire. Since Mr. Benson owns the Beauty Belle operation, I’m confident of his intentions.”
Mr. Sullivan nodded decisively. “Then we should just kill him.”
Before I could even sputter a reply at the… violent way both of them wished to solve my problem, Mr. Corbin spoke. “I offered that already.”
Mr. Sullivan grunted. “Parker is right, Miss Millard. An engagement will not deter Benson.”
So much for my idea. I looked at the ground, dejected. I had no doubt within the month I would be Mrs. Benson. Clearing my throat, I pasted on my best fake smile. I was quite adept at feigning happiness. “Yes, I understand. It was a silly notion. Thank you both for helping me pass the time on the train, gentlemen, but I must—”
Mr. Sullivan cut me off. “An engagement will not deter the man,” he repeated. “But a marriage will. Not to Parker. On paper, legally, you should be married to me.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“If he is as you say, then I can’t, in good conscience, let you marry him.”
I flicked a look to Mr. Corbin and he nodded his agreement.
My shock was obvious in my voice. “Yes, but by you marrying me in his stead?”
Mr. Sullivan placed his fingertips on my lips and my eyes widened at the bold touch.
He grinned then, brilliantly and wickedly. “Yes, exactly. Fair warning, I’m not like Benson. I will make demands on you, but I would never harm you. Marry me and I will protect you with my life.”
If his fingers hadn’t pressed against my lips, my mouth would have fallen open in surprise at his vehemence.

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