I came on this dating show to save my bakery. Now I’m trying not to climb an orc like a jungle gym on national television.
The producers said fall in love. They didn’t say anything about him being seven feet of tusked, growly, bakery-fixing chaos with a warlord stare and a cinnamon roll addiction.
Korgan is not boyfriend material. He’s more like… final boss meets small-town disaster husband. He fixed my oven, lifted me onto a counter without asking, and growled at the health inspector.
Now the network wants us to fake a love story. Too late. I’m already writing our vows in buttercream.
But when they turn the cameras against me, when the trolls come for my shop, my sanity, and my orc? He burns the whole script. He showed up with tusks, trauma, and a mixer attachment.
Now he’s my favorite kitchen appliance.
Read on for cinnamon roll carnage, messy love antics, public claiming, and an orc who bakes better than my ex ever performed. HEA Guaranteed!
