Orcs Do It Harder

For three years now, I’ve been hiding and working under an assumed name, leading a quiet life, my closet filled with a very beige wardrobe.
One day a package arrives on my doorstep, stuffed with surveillance photos…and a threat. I have to give “them” the evidence they want or in twenty-four hours everyone I care about dies. Oh hell. I’ve got to get outta here or my best friend and her daughter will be hurt.
I make it to the bus station, three steps away from disappearing forever, when a massive orc roars out my name from across the terminal.
“Anna.”
My mouth drops open at the sight of this sexy male. Keric Irontree, the “scary” orc everyone avoids, looms behind me, his bare chest heaving and wet from the rain. “You’re not getting on that bus,” he growls.
“I’m not?”
Keric takes my hand and offers me sanctuary at a remote orc commune in Maine.
There’s just one catch.
I’ll need to live with him in his one-bedroom cabin.
As his mate.