Auctioned To The Mountain Man

She never planned on selling herself. He never planned on buying her. RowanI only agreed to be auctioned off because it was the fastest way to save my grandma's house. One dinner, one night of pretending, and I'll finally have the money we need. Easy. At least it was supposed to be. Until he raised his hand. The grumpy, brooding mountain man with stormy eyes and a reputation as cold as the mountain winters.
Now I'm not just his for the night. I'm his wife. His fake wife.  HeathI don't want a wife. I don't want love. What I want is the inheritance my grandfather left me, and the only way to get it is to be married before Christmas. When I see Rowan standing on that stage, all sunshine and fire, I know I've found my answer. Bidding on her was instinct. Claiming her as mine was inevitable. This was supposed to be business, a deal, but the longer she's in my home, the harder it is to remember where the act ends.
And the more I know I'll burn the world down before I ever let her go.