I’m just trying to save my bookstore, my town, and maybe — just maybe — avoid throwing a chair at the orc tycoon trying to bulldoze it all.
But Drokhaz Vellum doesn’t bulldoze.
He looms.
Six-foot-eight of green-skinned CEO in a custom suit, standing in my town hall like he already owns the sky.
I insult him.
He watches me like I’m a poem no one else gets to read.
And somehow—somehow—my son decides this terrifying warlord is now his best friend. Next thing I know, Drokhaz is fixing benches, reading bedtime stories, and buying out the poetry section of my shop like it’s a damn love language.
He says he’s just here for “redevelopment.”
But I’ve seen how he looks at me.
Like I’m history worth preserving.
Like I’m not just part of the town—
I am the town.
I should hate him.
Instead, I’m letting him in.
Read on for enemies-to-lovers, cinnamon roll orc obsession, seaside porch swings, and a heroine who accidentally falls for the green giant next door. HEA Guaranteed!
