Mountain Men Matchmaker

Help Wanted: Grumpy mountain man seeks baby momma. Job is an incubator position only. Surrogate must be impervious to grunting as the form of communication and nosy brotherly neighbors. Rustic mountain range housing available upon request. I wanted to pummel my irritating brothers when they posted their own version of a wanted ad to help me with my life. But I can't fault the results once the right woman lands in my lap. Becoming a single father is not a decision I made lightly. In fact, it's the biggest decision of my entire life. Which is why when I interview Trista, I know she's perfect. She's wild, she's opinionated, she wears cowboy boots. Even my pet goat loves her… She's the exact type of person I was holding out for. And to my great horror, I realize on our first night of attempting this baby-making dance-when the lights are low, the cheap wine is flowing and the home-insemination supplies are laid out on the kitchen counter-I want to do a lot more than just make her my surrogate. I want to make her mine. Mountain Men Matchmaker

ALONE AND LOOKING TO BONE LOUDMOUTH MOUNTAIN MAN SEEKS FIERY WOMAN TO GROW OLD WITH. I MIGHT LOOK LIKE A TALL, TATTOOED, BEARDED NEANDERTHAL... BUT LIKE AN ONION, I HAVE LAYERS. SWIPE RIGHT IF YOU LIKE A PROUD CAT DADDY WHO CATCHES FEELINGS AFTER DIRECT EYE CONTACT. All I wanted was a casual plus-one to my brother's destination wedding, but those idiots on my family tree hacked my dating profile and sabotaged my quest for the perfect weekend fling. Now I'm stuck on a tropical vacation with only my hand to keep me company. Until I'm forced to share a room with the bane of my existence: my sister-in-law's best friend. Dakota has hated me for the past seven years. I wasn't losing much sleep over her screaming rants because she was some other guy's problem. Or she was, until she got divorced. Being stuck in paradise with a woman who loathes your very existence doesn't sound hot, but after an unexpected moment in our shared palapa, she starts screaming at me in a different way. What happens in paradise stays in paradise. That is, until Dakota shows up on my mountain with a proposition: be her wingman to help her regain her pre-divorce confidence. Suddenly, Dakota's not just person I love to fight with. She's the woman I want everything with.

Fact or fiction: proposing to your best friend so she can inherit her family business is a great idea. When Addison “Roe” Monroe tells me she's going on a husband hunt at the local lumberjack competition so she can inherit her father's lumberyard, desperate times call for desperate measures. She's sworn off romance. Says she's been through enough tragedy. So I offer myself as an alternative, 'cause that's what best friends are for. But my stubborn friend, who would rather drive a forklift than get her nails done, refuses to accept my help, and now I find myself training to become a lumberjack. I refuse to let Roe hitch her wagon to some hulking ax wielder who might be a serial killer. She means too much to me. And I swear there are moments where she looks at me like I mean something more to her, too. On the surface, I'm offering a marriage of convenience to protect her. But the truth is...I'm hopelessly in love with my best friend. So if I have to marry her and move her up to Fletcher Mountain just to see if she could love me back, so be it. Because my only regret would be losing her forever, and that's a fact.