Mail Order Soulmate

Something borrowed, something (baby) blue…

Zach, a former international agent, orders everything from socks to groceries online. Including—after a spontaneous click of his mouse—his new bride.

But when Catherine arrives on his step with a baby in her arms and a scared look in her eyes he's not sure if it's the situation or her past causing the fear. All he knows is that he's the man who can protect this small family.

Catherine figures she's found her safe haven with Zach, a rugged, handsome man in charge of his own private security business.

But will it become more than just shelter as the two build a home and life together? Or will the past come knocking and spoil everything they've strived to create?

Find out! Start reading and get swept away by their unexpected love in this feel good, tingle-a-licious marriage of convenience (with a baby) romance! This is an email order bride romance like you’ve never read before!

Zach Forrester checked his credit card statement on his phone and scrubbed at his short hair. It appeared as though his card had taken another hit, thanks to his online shopping bender the night before last. This was starting to become a costly habit. One he needed to curb.

Zach tossed his phone onto the couch and massaged his aching temples. A few too many whiskeys and a whole lot of consumerism had happened again. He supposed his therapy of choice could be worse. But still, something had to change. And soon. He’d ordered himself flowers last night.

Now that he was retired, his new mission was to forget it all, blend in, marry and live a life with a woman who would be okay not knowing every gory detail about the things he’d done in his former career. However, even the local matchmaker, Ginger McGinty, who never struck out, couldn’t find someone for him. It didn’t help that his reentry into civilian life looked more like a shopaholic had gotten hold of Daddy’s credit card.

The doorbell rang and Zach grumbled to himself. How much more from the online world had he decided to overnight ship to himself?

He opened the front door, the security system chirping due to the doorway breach as frigid mountain air blasted him. He was facing a woman in a thin, faded jacket and a backpack. Not a delivery then. Relief washed over him as he gazed at her. She was tall, nearly his height, her blond hair revealing a hint of darkness at the roots, the wavy curls demonstrating a similar softness to her generous curves. She looked like a woman worth holding, someone a man his size could really put his arms around and enjoy, knowing she was there, a grounding force.

Zach blinked and shook himself.

He was lonely. That was definitely the problem. And shopping wasn’t filling that hole.

“Zach Forrester?” she asked. She had a British accent and he worked to place it. It wasn’t flat like Yorkshire, and it lacked an upper class polish. It was more similar to the classic accent, as if she’d grown up in one of the older downtown neighborhoods or along the edges of London, sneaking smokes and liquor after school, and kissing boys in out-of-the-way corners. Generally getting into a typical teenaged version of trouble he’d never had the time to participate in while growing up.

“Yes?” he replied.

Beyond her on the sidewalk was an infant tucked under a fluffy blanket in a cheap stroller, a diaper bag on the walkway beside it. No car at the curb in front of his two-story. Was she lost? Looking for donations? In need of a safe place to duck into while she called her family—as a man in an unmarked van was following her, and giving her the creeps?

And there he went again. Worst case scenario. Abductions were rare in real life. This whole living and thinking like a civilian was harder than it looked.

“I’m Catherine Tidsdale,” she said.

He made a hum of acknowledgment, curious as to why she’d said her name as though it was one he should know.
“We met on Email Brides and Grooms,” she continued. “I’m your wife.”