Every Little Thing She Orcs

He’s seven feet of muscle, tusks, and secrets. She’s a purple-haired wildlife officer with a weakness for gentle giants.

WREN
I came to Screaming Woods to survey a trail for twelve weeks, not to fall for my field partner. In my defense, Holt is a seven-foot orc ranger with tusks, shoulders that strain his uniform, and one word for every idea I have: Unsuitable. I’m starting to think that includes me.
Then a landslide cuts us off, and Holt shows me what he’s kept off every map: a hidden hollow where the moths glow like fairy lights. Nobody has ever seen this place. Now I have, and he’s looking at me like I’m the only thing in these woods worth guarding.
Oh, and his hands? I have thoughts.
My posting ends in September, and I always leave first. So why does the thought of packing make my chest ache?

HOLT
I was a paramedic once. Then one cup of Halloween punch turned me into the thing people scream at, so I gave up on people and kept the forest’s secret instead.
Then Wren walks into my forest with purple hair, a lip ring, and not one trace of fear in her scent. She’s sassy and stubborn and far too brave for her own good. I want to keep her safe. Truth is, I just want to keep her.
Now a stranger’s photo of me has gone viral, and half the internet is hunting for what I’m hiding. Let them hunt. They’ll never find the glade.
Her contract says September. I don’t care what any piece of paper says.
Wren isn’t leaving my woods. She’s mine.

A cozy, spicy orc romance with a protective, gentle giant who falls first and falls hard, a secret forest, forced proximity, size difference, open-door heat, and a guaranteed happily ever after. No cheating. No OM/OW drama.
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