My fierce older sister, Mia Irontree, recently married an orc firefighter and my life is now wall-to-wall orcs.
It’s cray.
I think orcs are perfectly fine…but marrying one seems a bit much.
In ancient times, orcs used to kidnap women off the street and fill them with their orc sons.
Ugh. No thank you.
Mia’s husband is a great guy, but he’s basically the only orc I trust.
One night, though, after a few too many happy hour shots and a full-on bar crawl, I stumble into an orc tattoo shop called Heat Ink.
Wherein a scarred, shirtless orc named Harken Overlord pulls me onto his chair.
At first,...
My fierce older sister, Mia Irontree, recently married an orc firefighter and my life is now wall-to-wall orcs.
It’s cray.
I think orcs are perfectly fine…but marrying one seems a bit much.
In ancient times, orcs used to kidnap women off the street and fill them with their orc sons.
Ugh. No thank you.
Mia’s husband is a great guy, but he’s basically the only orc I trust.
One night, though, after a few too many happy hour shots and a full-on bar crawl, I stumble into an orc tattoo shop called Heat Ink.
Wherein a scarred, shirtless orc named Harken Overlord pulls me onto his chair.
At first, I strangely enjoy the possessive touch of his big, rough hands.
Then I scream when a hot branding iron lands on my
He licks my skin to take the hurt away.
What the heck? The tiny tattoo of a cat I asked for is now Harken’s mark?
I gasp with horror and blast him with all the salty language I can muster.
As I slam out the front door of the shop, Harken thunders behind me, “You’ll be back, female, because you’re mine.”
Uh huh. We’ll see.
This orc has no idea what he’s unleashed.
