My Orc Package Deal
I didn’t marry a hot orc because I believed in fairy tales. I married him because my son needed a father, health insurance, and a home that would welcome his differences.
The decision was practical, logical…safe.
Except nobody warned me that “practical” would mean sharing a kitchen with a huge tattooed male who makes my coffee before I ask, calls Milo his son without hesitation, and gets quieter when things go wrong—steady and solid in a way I keep wanting to lean on.
Then there’s Jay, Korrad’s twelve-year-old son: lonely, earnest, and determined to turn our marriage into a family whether we’re ready or not. He plans our beach wedding with a clipboard, expands his backyard fort so Milo will fit, and looks at my son like he’s been waiting for a brother his whole life.
Korrad and I have a contract. Rules. Sensible boundaries that made much more sense before our boys became brothers and my husband started feeling like home. Now the only thing standing between me and complete disaster is the man I married for all the wrong reasons.
Because I have secrets I’ve been carrying alone for a long time…and I’m beginning to suspect Korrad never intends to let me carry anything alone again.
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