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What happens when the universe knocks you off your feet? If you’re me, you don’t just land on your face…you land in another century. All I wanted was to get our film into production. Instead, I got launched into the 1800s courtesy of one vintage necklace. Adjusting to life in a different era has my sanity hanging by a thread. And when a thief steals my only way home, my survival plan gets… creative. I pose as a mail-order bride. That’s when Clayton Morrison enters the picture. A rancher in need of a wife. His alpha-hole attitude and type A personality could drive a saint to murder, but his wealth and rigid rules offer me shelter while I search, but they also make me want to strangle him with his own suspenders. We are not compatible, but a marriage of convenience might be my only chance. When a deadly threat to his ranch collides with my hunt, our uneasy alliance is tested. Working together is dangerous. He pushes every one of my buttons, challenges me at every turn. Who cares that his broad shoulders, abs and smoldering eyes look like they were designed to haunt a woman’s dream? Not me. Obviously. Maybe. A little?