Live and Let Orc

I’m trapped in an abandoned house with a backpack full of stolen weapons when ruthless scavengers break down the front door.

What’s worse is my escape route is blocked by a seven-foot orc dragging a decapitated corpse.

Three-inch tusks press into his curling upper lip and deep scars decorate his pale green skin. He’s got eight-pack abs, fists the size of cantaloupes and his heated gaze devours me.

I make it out of there alive, barely.

Then, the next day? The same orc that blasted my panties and made me wonder what a tusk laced kiss would feel like turns up at my festival booth sending all my customers running for the hills.

I’m ready to blast him with both barrels but, before I get the first word out, he throws me over his shoulder. Now I’m wondering less about those tusks and more about what’s under that leather kilt he’s wearing.

Soon, I’m falling hard for this primal monster. But, will the burning bridges between our two worlds keep us apart or will we forge our own path to our happily ever after?