Miss Mabel swears she read the letter correctly:
“A bride with culture, elegance, and refined sensibilities.”
So naturally, she sends Miss Josephine Talbot—a polished socialite with a taste for fine china and French pastries. But when Josie steps off the stagecoach in Cripple Creek, Colorado—a mining camp that smells suspiciously like boot polish and burnt beans—she quickly realizes something has gone terribly, terribly wrong.
All Luke Dawson wanted was a bride who didn’t mind a little dirt. Maybe someone who could cook beans over a fire, laugh at his mule’s bad manners, and pitch in at the claim without fuss. Now he’s got a stubborn socialite with a trunk full of gloves and no idea how to cook over an open flame.
He calls her Jo.
She calls him uncivilized.
And Miss Mabel calls it a perfect match.
They’re a disaster waiting to happen. Which, of course, means they’re exactly what Miss Mabel had in mind—because sometimes God’s best plans are hidden beneath dust, disaster… and a dash of matchmaking mischief.
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