I'm not looking for true love from another planet. I'm just trying to keep my family's inn standing long enough to matter again.
I'm the woman everyone plans around. The bank has a plan for my inn. My cousins in Portland have a plan and a real-estate agent. Nobody has asked the innkeeper's opinion in years.
So when the government pays me to house six orcs for the integration pilot, I make up all eight rooms and put fresh flowers on the desk.
I'm not expecting the quiet stonemason to go dead still in the middle of the welcome potluck. One breath of me, and his biology decides. Only the other orcs understand.
Korrag is a fourth son from a small clan, a male who talks easily about everything except what he wants. He courts me by asking what I prefer.
Now the whole town is deciding what our match means. He's the only one waiting on my answer.
I've spent my whole life checking people in and waving them off. I didn't expect to be the first thing he ever claimed.
For readers who love: short and spicy fated mates, orc romance, scent bonds that bypass all higher brain function, everyone in town knowing something she doesn't, a cinnamon-roll stonemason who courts by asking what she wants, six orcs and one innkeeper under one roof, monster size difference (everywhere), he-falls-first-and-harder, claiming bites, and the kind of heat an eight-room inn can't keep quiet.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
I'm the woman everyone plans around. The bank has a plan for my inn. My cousins in Portland have a plan and a real-estate agent. Nobody has asked the innkeeper's opinion in years.
So when the government pays me to house six orcs for the integration pilot, I make up all eight rooms and put fresh flowers on the desk.
I'm not expecting the quiet stonemason to go dead still in the middle of the welcome potluck. One breath of me, and his biology decides. Only the other orcs understand.
Korrag is a fourth son from a small clan, a male who talks easily about everything except what he wants. He courts me by asking what I prefer.
Now the whole town is deciding what our match means. He's the only one waiting on my answer.
I've spent my whole life checking people in and waving them off. I didn't expect to be the first thing he ever claimed.
For readers who love: short and spicy fated mates, orc romance, scent bonds that bypass all higher brain function, everyone in town knowing something she doesn't, a cinnamon-roll stonemason who courts by asking what she wants, six orcs and one innkeeper under one roof, monster size difference (everywhere), he-falls-first-and-harder, claiming bites, and the kind of heat an eight-room inn can't keep quiet.
Genre: Paranormal Romance