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My life had been built on a foundation of tragedies, but nothing could have prepared me for the worst one of all. The one that should have sent me over the edge. But I had made a vow to my wife to live…whether she was here or not. For ten years, I got by on a steady routine, and I would've been content to live the rest of my days just like that. But then, my father—the source of my childhood trauma—needed me as his caregiver. And I jumped at the chance to finally receive the love I'd craved in my youth.

I've been a single mom for sixteen years, and I know there's no place left in my life for fun. Right? I grew up in the South, where there are three things you're never supposed to ask: A woman her age, a man his salary, and a single mother how the duck she's managing to juggle a job, a mortgage, and a teenage son who's suddenly become too big for his britches. I mean, where did my teensy little best bud go? Who is this bro who's so proud of his fledgling mustache and even fledgling-er biceps?

Every child deserves to be loved. Every child deserves parents who love them. Yet, for as long as I can remember, I've harbored an insatiable craving for that one simple thing. Love. I was desperate for it. Through years of mistreatment and degradation, I longed for the affection I saw others receive. And I was willing to do anything to prove myself to the people I wanted it from—including going to war. Yet it was never enough. Nothing ever was.

"Wanted: Husband—ASAP!" My dad's will has one major hiccup: I need a husband to keep the ranch that's been my life's work. Forget that I've been running this place solo for years—now, it's wedding bells or bust. There's just one small issue: no groom in sight, and the clock's ticking down faster than a herd of wild mustangs. Enter Callum Atwood—handsome, rugged, and willing to say "I do" to save my ranch. In my panic, I don't think twice. Mission: Marry Callum. Save the ranch. Easy, right?

Things were golden...until an accident saw everything important torn from my grasp. I'm determined to get my life back, though, and with a strict regime and no time for a life outside of the game, the last thing I should be craving is the attention of a curvy college student whose only motto in life is not to take it too seriously.

She is my fair lady—my Eliza Doolittle if you like. A blank canvas on which I will create a masterpiece. Somebody to fool the most discerning eye. But I am no gentleman. I am the man she fears the most. The devil waiting behind the mountain range. I will teach her how to be my perfect woman, and she will thank me for it. I am the master of the game. She doesn't even realize we are playing one. She signed a contract inked in tears and sealed with blood. Now she is mine, and there is nothing she can do about that because hidden in the small print—she gifted me her soul.

They called me a freak. They called me a loser. They tormented me and made my life a living nightmare when all I had ever wanted was to be left alone. And five years ago, after a lifetime of being bullied and harassed, of enduring more pain and trauma than any man could handle, that's exactly what I set out to do. I left the only home I'd ever known to lock myself behind the cemetery gates and care for the only people who have ever given me the peace I craved—the dead.