My Husband the Enemy

You could call my marriage an arranged one. It was my father's deathbed wish.
This is all I know about my new husband: 
He's got a sinfully sexy Texas drawl that gets thicker when he's angry. He was once a good guy (decorated soldier), and then a bad guy (gun smuggler), and now I'm supposed to believe he's a good guy again. 
He's meant to be my protector, not a real husband. But he's quickly forgetting that fact.

A Forced Marriage, Secret Baby Romance.