Tatted Tusk Daddy
I’m three margaritas deep when I hire the scariest orc in the bar to fake-fiancé me through my sister’s vineyard wedding.
Goal: make my smug ex shrink to the size of his ego.
Reality: Kruk shows up at my door at dawn with a battle axe, a notebook labeled “The Target,” and zero understanding of string lights or small talk.
Now this 6’8? wall of green muscle and gold tusks is calling my emotional baggage “tactical threats,” growling at valets, fixing collapsing cakes like it’s a combat op, and looking at me like I’m the only mission worth bleeding for.
Fake ring on my finger. Real heat in his stare. One heart-shaped bed. Three days of pretending.
He says he’s here to protect me.
I say he’s here to ruin me in the best way.
Either way, I’m not walking away unscathed.
Read on for drunk-hire chaos, fake fiancé obsession, massive orc size difference, possessive monster claiming, and a heroine who accidentally snagged the ultimate wedding wrecker. HEA guaranteed!
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